tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-217363002011-04-21T23:39:17.987-04:00is a bloggercasetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.comBlogger3121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-84999015995562739442009-02-06T15:01:00.002-05:002009-02-06T15:02:02.459-05:00

FYI, these days I post exclusively to friendshipisnonpartisan.blogspot.com

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-20251946519017215432008-08-31T12:41:00.002-04:002008-08-31T12:47:01.308-04:00

****CROSS-POSTED from the friendshipisnonpartisan blog****So I've been, like, beyond neglectful in my contributions to this blog. In my defense, life has been a steady whirlwind of interviewing, picture-taking, littering the internet with cross-posted video to draw attention to McCain's OPPOSITION to "Buy American" provisions (because why should the Secret Service ride around on American-made

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-47439791537264518392008-07-13T22:35:00.002-04:002008-07-13T22:38:59.917-04:00

Still alive. Still in Wisconsin. I'm getting into a nice little weekend routine of spending my afternoons at the pool, soaking up the Midwestern sunshine and trying to forget everything that consumes me during the week. I try and catch up with phone calls to family and friends, and not miss everyone so much I want to cry. But I'm starting to make some friends here (I'm headed into my seventh

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-80872794374787687432008-07-03T19:53:00.004-04:002008-07-03T20:08:31.919-04:00

I have a plan for tonight, and it involves meeting new people socially who have absolutely nothing to do with politics or unions, and drinking lots of beer and listening to live music. Yes. A plan. I love it. The weather here in Wisconsin is lovely, except when it's been flooding and tornadoing (see: first week in state) but the loneliness is a bit much, and I wake up almost every morning

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-17306788974849594822008-07-02T01:28:00.002-04:002008-07-02T01:36:19.677-04:00

Oh yeah, I have a personal blog. If it's any comfort, I think about it all the time, and all the funny things I want to write about, but by the time I have "personal time" at the end of the day my brain tends to be shot from all the work writing I do. (What else is new?) So...someday (like, in November) when I'm unemployed again I'll devote myself to this casetheplace blog. Until then, expect

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-21288835446958586062008-06-07T19:48:00.002-04:002008-06-07T19:51:47.650-04:00

Today I bought a car. # # #

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-85439782043599978962008-06-07T00:19:00.003-04:002008-06-07T00:28:01.184-04:00

I think I've almost got this great big oyster open. By DC standards, I have definitely arrived: I have an employer-issued Blackberry and a brand new stack of business cards ready to be pressed into the palms of potentially useful persons. I don't have a car yet (hopefully will have one before the weekend is through) or a place to live, and I won't even get properly trained until Sunday, but

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-11559211468897714942008-05-20T22:40:00.002-04:002008-05-20T23:32:46.500-04:00

It's the day before my birthday, so I consider each of the following bullets a birthday present for me on my 2nd 22nd: Dad's fiancee's visa is finalized - yay, the wedding can finally happen!Barack Obama wins majority of pledged delgates - Holla!I receive calls from THREE different places wanting to schedule job interviews - the relentless plastering of my resume all over town finally pays off!

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-88707900489479682982008-05-19T23:53:00.002-04:002008-05-19T23:58:56.122-04:00

I hate waiting. Hate it. Especially when I have no idea when the waiting might end. Which makes this whole job hunting thing horribly painful. However, everyone tells me I'm doing well, since I've had a couple of interviews already, with another scheduled for Thursday. Of course, if I get the job that I really want, I might be...well, let's wait and reveal that once I know for certain that

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-73614201978061634702008-05-18T19:17:00.002-04:002008-05-18T19:24:58.703-04:00

Yup, I have a hell of a hangover right now. Last night was my birthday party (actual birthday is Wednesday) and boy, did I celebrate. I haven't done much today, but the roommate and I did make it to IKEA, so there was a sense of accomplishment in finally buying a dresser and a chair for my desk. I've made a few plans for tomorrow, so that I don't have an empty, yawning day ahead of me. I will

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-52469205171558852302008-05-17T14:13:00.002-04:002008-05-17T14:24:58.619-04:00

It's slowly starting to feel like home here, in my new place. I've been here about a month, and slowly things are getting settled and put in order. The next year and a half will undoubtedly fly by. My plan right now, which is subject to change at any moment without a bit of public notice, is to be in DC until 2010, and then go someplace else for my next adventure. Maybe grad school, even.

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-13513557353700822142008-04-27T20:41:00.003-04:002008-04-27T20:44:05.989-04:00

While re-experiencing the keg stands and dorm drama of undergrad has been amusing, casetheplace will soon be returning to her regularly scheduled adulthood. To all her 21-year-olds: It's been real, y'all. It's been real. # # #

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-67275307098303731482008-04-19T13:35:00.002-04:002008-04-19T13:37:48.494-04:00

One of many rules casetheplace lives by: If a White House wedding is an option, always choose the White House wedding. # # #

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-71586269143699330232008-04-18T21:43:00.003-04:002008-04-18T22:03:40.804-04:00

It's all racing towards May 1st with a speed and intensity I should have seen coming. The way the pollen makes my skin itch, the blisters on my feet where the flip flop straps rub at newly bared feet...spring is finally here. # # #

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-88022684360413356592008-04-14T22:09:00.004-04:002008-04-14T22:20:28.482-04:00

I had to make phone calls to media outlets in Atlanta today, and the sound of the voices, despite being rushed and mostly disinterested, was enough to give me the slightest twinge of homesickness. My fellow interns commented on my heightened drawl, and it was true: my voice rang strangely in my ears, sounding like a sugared version of me I didn't completely recognize anymore. The twinge quickly

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-42015649240832294012008-04-13T23:50:00.006-04:002008-04-14T00:08:15.917-04:00

"You know, my day would have a whole lot less meaning if I wasn't your pet."- Mitz, commenting on my ability to make him accompany me to various office locales (coffee machine, copier, basement) with just an arched eyebrow and a head toss."It just doesn't tend to end well with people who are white."- Jay-ber, explaining why he doesn't date people of his own ethnicity."I would expect nothing less

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-80740118272040040012008-04-13T19:57:00.004-04:002008-04-13T23:50:29.095-04:00

I'm quickly morphing from an Atlantan to a Washingtonian, and I have decided to posit Saturday as the official day I start saying I'm from DC. I'll still be originally from Atlanta, of course, since it is, after all, impossible to change the city you grew up in, but from Saturday on I officially live in DC.(I chose Saturday and not the day I signed my lease because Saturday is the day I will

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-14494251850574260722008-04-08T22:06:00.000-04:002008-04-08T22:07:37.731-04:00

I don't think Patrick Swayze meant a tornado when he sang "She's Like the Wind."

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-3956719133108812762008-04-08T21:16:00.003-04:002008-04-08T21:26:04.609-04:00

I have to say, I think the 30 second commercial my practicum group and I created for the mock Senatorial campaign we're running this semester is quite good. And I'm not just saying that because I produced the damn thing and wrote the script and spent a great deal of time compiling stock footage and looking up our opponent's House votes (thank you, Project Vote Smart, you're a life saver!) and

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-74158929686006736462008-04-06T16:35:00.003-04:002008-04-06T16:42:20.571-04:00

1) Brunch.2) Use the timestamps on your text messages to reconstruct the previous night's shenanigans.3) Do homework.4) Write a blog entry.5) Return phone calls, e-mails, and other modes of communication.6) Read the Sunday New York Times.7) Lounge/lollygag.8) Go shopping.9) Catch up with the roommate.10) Go for a walk.11) Consider...everything.12) Laundry.13) Prepare for the upcoming

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-29627344417338090882008-04-06T11:18:00.005-04:002008-04-06T11:28:15.921-04:00

Last night, Charlton Heston died on the dance floor. Not literally, of course, but word of his death came to us as we danced, via tax-payer-supported Blackberry. I feel like maybe his death would make a good metaphor for something, but I haven't had my coffee yet, and so the more abstract connecting of disparate thoughts part of my brain isn't working at full capacity. Perhaps I'll come up

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-35687470181369141722008-04-03T21:56:00.003-04:002008-04-03T22:55:57.015-04:00

Tonight was the first night in a long time that I decided to just come home and...be. I've been sick the past few days (I know, I know, again, right? It's all due to stress, I'm fairly sure. I spent a great deal of time wailing, "I'm just overwhelmed!" and when people ask by what the only response I can think to give that really sums it up is "Life!" which is maybe a tad over dramatic, but

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-11597077097041943322008-04-03T20:04:00.000-04:002008-04-03T20:10:14.395-04:00

Just trying something out...more later...

casetheplacenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-60946786867173969572008-03-31T22:02:00.004-04:002008-03-31T22:15:06.334-04:00

My internship must be getting to me: I'm starting to act like I did when I took my first woman's studies class nearly ten years ago, getting irritated by gender norms and assumptions at every turn. I'd gotten rather complacent and able to let stuff slide more and more the past few years, but being fully immersed again in a place that lives and breathes sexuality and gender has riled me up

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-6645575979963599452008-03-31T21:42:00.002-04:002008-03-31T22:00:45.245-04:00

What I love about Mitz is how damn ridiculously preppy he dresses, but that he's really cool as shit underneath all that J.Crew and Banana. For instance, today I sashayed by his cube and said, "What ya listenin' to?""Common." See what I mean? He's amazing. And I'm not just saying that cause he'll go down to the basement with me at work cause I'm too scared to go into the publications room by

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-72082844809924419742008-03-30T18:03:00.002-04:002008-03-30T18:12:48.570-04:00

This blog is undergoing some changes. (You've probably noticed a few already.) I'm experimenting with formatting and tags and content and having contributors(!!), all in anticipation of my future career as a professional blogger. Let me know what you like and what you don't like in the comments. Thanks.# # #

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-59429979848751976802008-03-30T17:04:00.004-04:002008-03-30T18:04:59.510-04:00

Bounce wit meLast night in Baltimore, HT pointed to me and said, "You can always tell ATL kids by the way that they bounce when they dance." And yeah, I was bouncing. (To house music. At a rave. With glow sticks. I don't want to talk about it too much, but I will say apparently the universe has preserved a little bit of the late 90s rave scene in Baltimore. JNCOS, people! And the rhinestone

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-57137755449244673452008-03-28T23:51:00.008-04:002008-03-30T18:06:09.562-04:00

Fresca FridayHappy Fresca Friday, y'all! Mitz declared today Fresca Friday because yesterday a bunch of us interns were giving him shit about his drinking Fresca."What are you, an old woman?" we all said. "Are you gonna start drinking Tab now too?"Mitz tried to defend his Fresca drinking as not being old ladyish by reading us a printout of the Wikipedia entry for the drink ("Historian Doris

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-21310747137916713662008-03-27T23:52:00.004-04:002008-03-30T18:06:54.520-04:00

Things my friends sayI'm trying to do a better job of writing down the hilarious shit my hilariously awesome friends say. Here are a few from this week:"The only 'g' word I love is 'gummy bear' - or 'Ginger spice.' I LOVE her!""I had to turn the light on when we were doing it because I forgot what he looked like. (pause) Isn't that bad?""I know I'm a gay man, but culturally, I'm a lesbian."# # #

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-53037382966730151992008-03-26T01:26:00.003-04:002008-03-30T18:07:08.231-04:00

I wrote the shit out of that midtermMy professor said my midterm was the best in the class (*pats self on back*). I have a whole lot more to say, but it's 1:30 in the morning and I have another long day ahead of me tomorrow and - and - and...it'll just have to wait.# # #

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-38938397133249129412008-03-23T00:16:00.003-04:002008-03-30T18:07:40.132-04:00

Spring Break Oh Eight...sigh...It's been spring break this week, probably my last one for a long while (and maybe ever). It hasn't been much of a vacation, to be honest. I worked Monday, and then flew out super early Tuesday morning for Georgia. As soon as I landed, I headed straight to the grandparents' house for a quick overnight visit. By Wednesday evening I was back in ATL. Then yesterday

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-31725839819861987002008-03-16T20:37:00.001-04:002008-03-16T20:38:24.485-04:00

QUESTION: Why do they have two hooks in our ceiling if we are not supposed to have things hanging from our ceiling?ANSWER: ???# # #

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-52942040201710495722008-03-12T21:55:00.003-04:002008-03-31T21:40:19.471-04:00

All about the ShawApartment hunting in a new city with a new friend is one of the most exciting, exhilarating, heady experiences. You should try it sometime.Also, I'm starting to come up with aliases for everyone, in anticipation of my becoming a professional blogger. Also in anticipation of becoming a professional blogger, LG and I made some silly web cam videos tonight. Which reminded me

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-76490458904412507042008-03-11T00:09:00.003-04:002008-03-11T00:15:02.810-04:00

This weekend's theme was "I plan to be a professional blogger" with the sub-theme "Yes, I carry a headlamp nearly everywhere I go."The headline kind of says it all. What started out as something of a joke ("I want to be Perez Hilton. I want to be a professional blogger. I want to sit around in coffee shops and bars with free wifi and type things and post pictures." ) is starting to take shape

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-74681133534700930892008-03-07T10:56:00.001-05:002008-03-07T10:57:46.337-05:00

Oh goodnessDid I really write a post last night where I said I'm "going to go find myself?" Yikes. Can we pretend like that didn't happen? Thanks.About to take off for New York. I'm sure I'll have tales to tell once I return. Holla.# # #

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-1215023718350230532008-03-06T23:45:00.002-05:002008-03-06T23:48:17.387-05:00

Addendum to the previousAlso, am seriously contemplating taking off in mid-May to go find myself. I gotta be around here somewhere.# # #

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-32646402255952539312008-03-06T23:43:00.002-05:002008-03-06T23:44:04.743-05:00

Note to selfSimon & Ashe's suggestion to write a modern-day interpretation of the life of Alexander Hamilton is not half-bad. Also, I may or may not be half-tipsy, which could explain my warmness to the idea...# # #

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-73296382074685904072008-03-04T22:07:00.002-05:002008-03-04T22:40:19.888-05:00

It was a good day"The powerful person in any conversation is the best listener." - Harry KnoxIt was a good day today. Class was good, work was good. I attended an intern brown bag with the inspiring (and I don't say inspiring lightly...the man is inspiring) Harry Knox. Not only does he run HRC's Religion & Faith program, he's from south Georgia, and lives part of

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-44953320764185307432008-03-02T15:50:00.002-05:002008-03-02T15:57:00.068-05:00

Order of operationsI've created an order of operations for 2008. It looks like this:1) Find an awesome job.2) Rent a hott apartment (preferably with a fun and chill roommate).3) Begin dating a quality boyfriend.I think that pretty much sums up where I am in my life right now.I've also decided that I'm going to turn 22 again this year. 25 sounds too old, too much on the downward slope to 30.

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-74283664753555153072008-03-01T16:24:00.003-05:002008-03-01T16:41:11.578-05:00

Age inappropriateFor those of you who have been following my story for some time now, it should come as no surprise that I have spent the past seven weeks feeling completely age inappropriate. It's a common theme for me; I seem to refuse to do anything according to the socially acceptable time line (see: college, marriage). This semester in Washington has been a time warp of sorts, and

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-66568722803583543232008-02-27T16:14:00.003-05:002008-02-27T17:19:39.790-05:00

Delirious thoughts from my sickbedWill I ever have long hair again? Is 25 really as terrifyingly old as it sounds? How do people ever find one another to fall in love? Which is weirder: my roommate's need to wear high heels when writing a paper or my need to scribble repetitive thoughts into a notebook to combat insomnia? How do I ever expect to finish reading Love in the Time of Cholera if I

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-43711108553598621032008-02-24T21:43:00.003-05:002008-02-24T22:02:03.989-05:00

I was doing laundry today, and was sitting with a notepad and a pen, trying to write an assignment for class that has yet to be written (oh, and you thought I was blogging because I'm a good little blogger...no, I'm blogging to avoid writing real work...what else is new...), and I didn't know where to begin, so I started word doodling. Word doodling is what I do instead of "brainstorming." I

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-72243002085253606212008-02-23T00:00:00.001-05:002008-02-23T00:00:51.339-05:00

And in my real life, I'm a blogger too.Check it out.# # #

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-88170535821434132008-02-19T23:17:00.002-05:002008-02-19T23:21:30.034-05:00

The RBGShe was pretty badass. # # #

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-45099718855485323372008-02-11T22:40:00.000-05:002008-02-11T22:53:41.777-05:00

So...I got asked out today. By a girl. It was the most adorable thing ever. She came into my cube this afternoon and, in front of four of my fellow interns, asked me if I'd like to join her outside while she had a cigarette. I said sure. I was so completely oblivious that when she came right out and asked me if I'd like to have dinner sometime I was blown away. It was just the cutest thing

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-36239471120934614962008-02-10T15:36:00.001-05:002008-02-10T15:52:39.654-05:00

Post 279: In which our heroine is skeeved out by The Millionaire Matchmaker, among other thingsHave you watched The Millionaire Matchmaker yet? This show majorly weirds me out. Like, hardcore makes me uncomfortable. I guess despite all my cynicism I'm still really romantic at heart, and this show commodifies love and relationships in a way that's even crasser than, say, The Bachelor.

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-8234636805893458342008-02-04T23:06:00.001-05:002008-02-04T23:53:46.310-05:00

The problem isThe problem is, once I go too long without a proper blog session, the thought of sitting down and trying to catch y'all up becomes so daunting I don't know where to begin. I've been told some of you check this blog "religiously" and are disappointed I'm not writing more. My god, people, the pressure! The pressure! But anyway.It's already the night before Super Tuesday, and of

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-23878155843009754572008-02-01T17:31:00.000-05:002008-02-01T17:47:38.054-05:00

Post 277: Link inclusive!I donated to the Obama campaign last night, helping him reach his goal of 250,000 by midnight. I've never given money to ANY cause or campaign before, so this is kind of a big deal, y'all. I'm just sayin'.Also, I totally want this shirt. Or maybe just the tote.Also, I'm kind of totally rocking the shit out of my internship.Also, the social life has kicked into

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-6637487985144282162008-01-25T20:17:00.000-05:002008-01-25T20:36:51.295-05:00

TGIF? I'm not sureWell, it's my second Friday here, and I've survived another week. I started my internship on Tuesday, and so far so good. I exceeded my boss' expectations Thursday with my first writing assignment, which was awesome to hear. The other interns are friendly and outgoing, and I'm hoping to make friends with some of them soon. It's the loneliness that's getting me most...I've

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-78254537836788991792008-01-22T22:29:00.000-05:002008-01-22T22:44:13.390-05:00

Three day weekend recapI shouldn't have worried about the three day weekend. I ended up with more than enough fun on my hands. Friday night I partied with a gaggle of kids from the program I'm in, many of them underage, and I'd forgotten how adorably tarded drunk underage kids can be. Saturday during the day I went shopping with the roommate, and then that evening I partied with a more

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Still happy to be hereI'm still feeling very happy to be here, and I know it's the right thing to do and that Tuesday, when I start my internship, life will be back to its usual hum of constant busyness and excitement, but right now I've got a tad bit too much time on my hands, and the three day weekend looms ahead, with nothing planned yet and me worrying that I'll be sitting around staring at

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So much has been happening, I don't even know where to beginSo here's the ultra short version: I arrived in DC Sunday morning, my roommate is very sweet and cool, the dorm room has bunk beds, but at least now I'm on the bottom bunk, I start my internship Tuesday, walking around the city is great but cold, it snowed yesterday and is supposed to snow again tomorrow, I found the Trader Joe's, I

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Please don't call me "Gen Y"I don't write for weeks and what do I do - I start with an eye-rolling, scowling directive. Well, what else do you people expect from me? I mean, really.I'm typing what may very well be my last post from ATL for a while, since tomorrow is the big M-Day (that would be 'M' for 'moving'). I'm doing it up early 20th century style and taking the train. Cheaper than

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Post 270: In which our heroine is bored. Really, really bored.Yes, that's right, I am bored. Really, really bored. I woke up at 8:30 this morning but stayed in bed until 11 because I couldn't think of any valid reason for getting out of bed. Then I sat around in my robe and drank coffee and ate bacon and checked my e-mail until about one, when I decided maybe I should take a shower and put

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The world is mine for the shuckingI'm currently up in the mountains at my grandparents' house. I moved out of my Atlanta apartment today, which means I am officially homeless, as my grandma so lovingly pointed out this evening. (Thanks, Grandma...that totally helped with the whole "What am I doing with my life??" anxiety I've been feeling lately.) Meanwhile, my dad gave me some sort of

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Oh look, I'm writing more already...I told my dad at dinner Wednesday night about the half-crazy, half-serious idea my friend M & I have to hit the campaign trail in May when we both graduate. "Can't you just see it?" I said. "Me & M on the road, doing god knows what, sleeping god knows where --""And with god knows whom," he interjected.I nearly choked on my curry. "You're my dad! You're not

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Finally, finally almost done2007 is quickly wrapping up: I had my last day at work yesterday (complete with totally hilarious PowerPoint slideshow presentation about me, and after-work Xmas party where I showed my true colors after a couple bottles of wine. Hey, what were they going to do, fire me??), I did my very last school-related thing by taking the GRE this morning (not too shabby, if I

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Quick thought that sort of sums up everything in the past three to four weeksApparently hooking up can turn a C into a B-, but not in the way you think. Totally not in the way you think. ###

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IMG_5307 Originally uploaded by bonheath A lot of people forgot to sign the memory book, but not Gray!

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IMG_5409 Originally uploaded by bonheath Brian (aka DJ Al B. Hard) supplied the music. I thanked him by touching his 'stache.

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IMG_5424 Originally uploaded by bonheath CV and I share a moment last night at my going away party. If you weren't there, you missed a bangin' time!

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Life is topsy and turvy, even more so than usual, and I have all sorts of things due Friday, so I will be out of touch with the world for the next 36 or so hours. Carry on without me and I'll catch up with y'all this weekend.###

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A little more elaboration than the previous postI think it's hilarious that so many of us are at home on our computers on a Friday night. I remember when Friday nights always meant...a lot of things that are kind of foggy in remembrance, but I know for certain they definitely did not involve sitting at home typing on a computer. Definitely not.I knew my hardcore party girl days were numbered

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-60142067136128864372007-11-30T22:18:00.000-05:002007-11-30T22:20:23.294-05:00

Sometimes it happens just like in the movies.###

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Post 256: In which our heroine catches her breatheIn the debate over whether Alicia Keys' single "No One" is awesome or annoying I was surprised to find myself squarely in the awesome camp while CV loudly pledged allegiance to the annoyed. CV and I are starting to get a little pre-nostalgic about our friendship and how close we've gotten in the past two years. Every time we're together now

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I hate lazy people. Also, I am a lazy person.I hate lazy people. I especially hate lazy writers, because the trick to good writing, like good acting, is to get the most meticulous of inconsequential details correct. It offends me when a writer has so clearly not done his or her research, especially a journalist, a type of writer who's life should be slavishly devoted to rooting out the most

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Fickle I got my hair razor cut today by a brand-new hair girl, which is one of my greatest pleasures. And this chick! This chick was amazing with the straight razor. I felt completely safe as she pulled the skin back on my neck to run the blade as close as possible without drawing blood. I adore stylists who've trained in traditional barbershop methods. They know what's up with short

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Save the dateFriday, December 14, 2007. I finally get a party in my honor at 810a San Antonio. Be there.###

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Angry and armed with a pencilSometime around midnight, I stumbled over to the couch, looked down at him, and said, "Give me a cigarette." He stared back at me, and I realized this was our first conversation in more than two years."Would you deny me a cigarette?" I asked."I wouldn't deny you anything," he said. Later, around three a.m., as I stared across the table at the Romanian, I realized

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AlsoMoonstruck was on tv this past weekend. Best. Romantic. Movie. Ever. ("The storybooks are bullshit!") Where is my one-handed, opera-loving Italian baker? I mean, really, is that too much to ask? I'm driving myself crazy thinking about wanting a boyfriend lately. I must finally be getting over the divorce. ###

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Post 249: In which our heroine receives welcome news; not-so-welcome newsThe not-so-welcome news is, just so we can get it all out of the way and focus on the welcome news, fraudulent charges on my debit card. Boo. I've got it under control now, but identity theft stuff is never fun.The good news: I was offered an internship position for next semester today, which I gladly accepted. Yay! I am

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It's November(!!)It's November, y'all. Just four weeks of classes, a couple of finals and I'm packing up my stuff and getting ready to get out of here. For real. It's all hitting me at once and I'm nervous and excited and occasionally freaking out all at the same time.CV and I had brunch and then spent all afternoon studying together, but not together. As in, we each studied for our

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Another quick thought before I get to workI absolutely hate the feeling I get sometimes when I look at some pretty, popular friend's myspace or facebook or flickr and they have all sorts of comments from people reaffirming their pretty popularness. It's this slightly sick, slightly sinking feeling that lets me know I will never be as pretty, never be as popular, NEVER ever, not even if somehow I

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As I sit in my slightly chilly studio apartment that used to be a porch, I can't help but think that if I ever live somewhere that is properly insulated and weather-proofed I wouldn't know what to do with myself. The fact that I plan to make a career of darting all over the world every few years makes living spaces with well-regulated temperatures a slim possibility, so I don't really have

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IMG_3105 Originally uploaded by bonheath Here I am as Amy Winehouse. The wig actually stayed on much longer than I thought it would.

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-42814278646376625182007-10-28T22:27:00.001-04:002007-10-28T22:27:53.621-04:00

Friends and partiesWhen did I get 227 friends on facebook?? Who ARE these people? The thing is, I have actually met all of them in person. And 227 is really only a partial list. It kind of starts to boggle the mind, the thought of all the thousands (millions?) of people I've met in only 24 years.Last night I went to Athens for a Halloween party. A few pictures were taken of costumed me at the

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Another tv nightThe problem with my real-life Jim is I don't have four seasons, plus the years of backstory, for our feelings to develop and grow for one another.TV night makes me think thoughts like that. ###

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Ladybugs and cryingFirst, the ladybugs: Why do I keep finding ladybugs in my apartment? What makes them want to come here to die?And on to the crying:With the new season, Grey's Anatomy is good again. 'Good' means I'm crying and sniffly by the end of the episode. I watch Grey's so I can get everything out with a good cry. The past two episodes have delivered splendidly. Also, I love the

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You know that I'm no goodI thought I'd been so clever when I decided to be Amy Winehouse this year for Halloween. In the past week, though, "Easy Amy Winehouse costume!" articles have been everywhere. Since the thought of dressing up in a costume advocated by the likes of Ellegirl disgusts me, I've got to come up with something new, and fast.I can't think of anything else, though. Would it be

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Correction + My own personal JimI made a mistake in my previous post: It wasn't Thanksgiving last year that was bizarro, it was Christmas. I get my winter family holidays all confused sometimes. Also, since I was sick on Tuesday, today was my first day working with the new guy at work. It took 16 months, but it's finally happened: I have my own personal Jim Halpert. Swoon! The other two

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MidtermIt's midterm week, and on top of all that craziness I spent all of Monday night up sick with the stomach flu. Thankfully it was one of those 24 hour bugs, and I'm feeling mostly human again now. I also have a very strong lead on a very awesome internship for the spring, which has further bolstered my spirits. Also, Thanksgiving is only five weeks away! My west coast aunt and I are in

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WistfulI've been feeling wistful in general lately, not just when I wear a hat. The weather was finally truly fall-like when I woke up this morning. It felt good to snuggle under my comforter and hit snooze.The (hot) (young) new guy at work starts on Tuesday. He should help distract me for the next two months. Just two more months, people, and then I'm off to finish my college career...by

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Did you have fun in the Eighties?Before my Spanish professor arrived in class today, my classmates and I were discussing...oh, who knows what exactly. The point is, somehow the decade known as the Eighties came up, which prompted one 18-year-old girl, dressed in skinny jeans, ballet flats, and a Sponge Bob Square Pants t-shirt, to muse, "I wish I'd been around for the Eighties. They look like

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If I had to chooseI wore my new wool cloche hat today because I figured if I waited until it actually got chilly enough for me to wear a wool hat I'd never get around to showing it off. Cloche hat + asymmetrical bob + wide-leg pants = fabulous. The effect was very early-30s talkie.When I wear a hat, I get a slightly wistful feeling that we no longer wear hats as a society. (Sorry, baseball

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-71655949707653149082007-10-07T18:45:00.001-04:002007-10-07T18:45:47.880-04:00

This pretty much sums up how I feel about Sarah Silverman.

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A new ruleI have a new rule: If my couple friends want to hang out with me as a couple, they must bring me a date. I'm serious. For the past year and some change I've been a very good sport about hanging out with couples. But my good sportedness is starting to run out. I'm only in Atlanta a few more months, and I refuse to continue being a fifth wheel for what little time is left - or worse,

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Passport photosI keep thinking I'm going to go back and try to catch y'all up on my life, since I haven't been blogging regularly like a good little casetheplace, but then I get overwhelmed trying to think about where to begin. So let's let the recent past remain a mystery.I had new passport photos taken Monday. I thought I'd go to the place downtown rather than near my house since I could do

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Finally I got drunk last night. I pounded the beers back like I hadn't truly done in about a year, back when I was going through my season-and-a-half of divorce-related mourning. The past year has been all about making better choices, getting healthy, exercising, breathing, being comfortable with being alone, figuring out my next great adventure - where I must go to meet my destiny. I'd been

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At the library...which is not quietIt pisses me off that the shiny new renovated library at school is now filled with freshman who hog all the computers, thus forcing me to bring my laptop to campus. In addition, they love to talk--on their phones, to each other, at their ipods...grrr. The only places where I can get proper wireless reception is where they tend to congregate and babble. I

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TroubleWhen I was in Mexico, I had a conversation with two 17-year-old girls that went a little something like this:First 17-year-old girl: Do you have a boyfriend?(giggles from both 17-year-old girls)Me: No.Second 17-year-old girl: Why not?Me: Men are trouble.Second 17-year-old girl: But they're such fun trouble.(even louder giggling from both 17-year-old girls)Me: I've had enough trouble

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So I'm going to go all Perez Hilton on you......and type this from a chic coffee shop, although that is where all similarities end because said chic coffee shop is not in LaLaland and I am not a large gay man currently starring in a celebrity rap show with the likes of Kendra from The Girls Next Door. (Incidentally, I had a bizarre dream last night were Bridget was no longer one of Hef's

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I've been keeping to myself latelyI've been keeping to myself lately, which is why I haven't been posting here. Someday, when I'm feeling loud again, I'll be back.###

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¿De verdad? De verdad.So Jacinta, my dad's girlfiend, has two children, a 17 year old daughter and a 22 year old son. The daughter is your typical moody, antisocial teenager. (While I've been in México I've been working on my theory about teenage girls who tend to the literary, that they can generally be divided into two camps: those who worship at the altar of Jane Eyre and those who consider

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Real de CatorceYesterday we left the house at 6am to drive a few hundred kilometers north of here to the town of Real de Catorce. After all sorts of adventures finding breakfast and avoiding a collision with a burro (I wisely slept through most of this), we turned off the highway onto a cobblestone road that wound up into the Sierra Madres 20 kilometers. 20 kilometers on a cobblestone road!!

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Not in AtlantaWell, here I am, typing this in México. My dad and I arrived about 10:00pm local time (one hour behind Atlanta) Thursday, but unfortunately our bags did not. Supposedly our bags are being delivered to us today, but we aren´t holding our breathe. So far I´ve eaten lots of meals based around corn tortillas (the corn tortilla is to México what rice is to East Asia), purchased some

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I feel like I should type something......but I don't feel like I have much to say, although a lot has been going on. Family is driving me crazy, as usual; work is good; friends are generally just this side of stable and balanced, which is always appreciated; and the love life is non-existent. That's my life in summary, which doesn't begin to reflect all the internal thoughts and whatnot that

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-87818799053282479942007-07-24T23:41:00.000-04:002007-07-24T23:52:58.293-04:00

Update! Life: Not in shamblesI got a financial aid award notice yesterday that changes everything. For the better. I couldn't believe it. This means...all sorts of wonderful things. Money really does change everything.I was so happy and elated that, after calling my dad to scream the good news into his ear, I walked to the park and pumped myself up as high as I could go on the swing set.

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Anti upAs most of you know, I've given up on dating in this city. Months ago, I adopted a policy of not even trying, secure in the knowledge that in the new year (that would be 2008, in case you're slow on the uptake) I'll be in a new city with a new set of weirdos and losers for me to go out with. As my countdown of months till I kiss the ATL goodbye grows closer to zero, I've begun to feel

casetheplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18162117054242804716noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736300.post-50950274429069112432007-07-21T03:48:00.000-04:002007-07-21T03:59:27.361-04:00

Up too lateIt has been a long time since I've been wired and awake at four in the morning for no reason whatsoever. I didn't go out tonight or anything, just had dinner with my dad and then chilled out by my lonesome in my Ikea 350-sq-ft showroom. Which, now that I think about it, may be the problem. I should have at least gone for a walk or something to get out some pent up energy. As is,

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Technology woesI thought I'd posted a youtube video of one of the new Bruce Campbell Old Spice commercials a few nights ago with fabulous commentary by me. Youtube promised me it would post shortly. Three days later, and I'm beginnig to think youtube is that guy who asks for your number, making you feel all flattered and giggley and beautiful, and then he never bothers to call. You can't toy

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