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Sorry, sorry, sorry. I really don't have anything overly interesting to say here right now because my life comprises of working out, sleeping, interning, and working. And some TV show watching and reading in between. AKA I'm not an interesting person anymore! I know I have stories to fill you-all in on. And I will, promise. I've been busy getting reacclimated to my other blog, which is finally back (Glitter & Lace). It's a lot more appropriate/not quite so sarcastic than this one, and I talk about all the girly things I try not to inundate this blog with. But I promise I'm not forgetting this little blog because I'm giving more love to my other one. I like to use this one to post all the embarrassingly funny things that happen to me as well as my long, long, long ramblings on nothing whatsoever of great importance (like my issues with "The Glee Project"). I just wanted to say, my fellow future cat people, I will not forsake you-all! (Dramatic, right?) But if you miss me like I know I'd miss me, just pop over to G&L.

Also, PS, do you see what I'm reading right now? A Game of Thrones is seriously conflicting with my attempts to be healthy (aka sleeping at decent hours of the night). I know everything that's going to happen in the first book since the whole TV show came out, but it doesn't stop it from being totally awesome. Hurry up with the rest of series, Martin, I want to know the outcomes! And I swear, if Jon Snow's parents aren't Lyanna and Rhaegar, I'll be pissed.

1. Rude people. One thing I learned from working in retail. People are freaking rude. Like, why do you need to be so rude? One of my coworkers literally got shhhed when she was trying to help a customer. I got told I was being annoying. And people, don't walk into a store talking on your phone. Or wearing your sunglasses. It's not sunny out anymore, hellooo. And it makes you look like such a tool, words do not describe.

2. Fake people. One thing I do have to give the rudeys is that they certainly don't have this problem. Hey, guess what? I don't really need you to like me, so if you don't, don't act like you do.

3. People who leave stupid comments. Okay, this might be my biggest hate ever. Seriously, I'm not commenting on your blog because I want you to comment back. I took the time to read through your post (I hate posts that have a little text and literally fifty pictures of the same thing. Learn to edit!), and I wanted to comment on it. So don't come to my blog and leave the dumbest comments ever. I'm not talking to everyone, I'm talking to certain people who you can still see. Oh, and I'm calling your ass out.

Clara Turbay: "Your ideas are lovely tasteful and stylish." <-- This, my friends, was left on my last post in which I discussed reading for grown-ups. And, fun fact, she left the same exact comment on my other blog. Verbatim. Sorry, Miss Turbay, I'm sure you're a lovely person and a lovely blogger, but really? 

But Miss Turbay does not win the stupid comment award. Her comment while obviously generic, did no harm. This lovely blogger literally took the cake. Nadya Joy Soetanto, on my post about the Yale graduate dying, left a comment that simply said, "nice coat color." #@%&(%^&%&^%. How shallow do you appear? How obvious can you be that you didn't read my post? 

I'm not saying I don't appreciate comments. They're indicators that my ramblings are getting out there. But don't come to my blog, glance at a picture or two, and leave an asinine comment. Read what I hate number one. Yeah, you're rude.

4. Poor grammar. Note the comments I mentioned above. Both have awful grammar. And I know, I don't have perfect posts (I really need to edit them), but there are just some things you should always do. And people obviously don't. I'm an English major, bare with me.

--YOU ARE is YOU'RE, not YOUR.
--The Oxford Comma is important-->
 It's a, b, and c, NOT a b and c or a, b and c

-- Use a space between A and LOT, Alot is not a word
-- This is how you spell RIDICULOUS. There is no E.

Obviously someone could consider me one of the above. We all have bad parts in us, but these are just some pet peeves I've been wanting to share with the world for a while. I'm not saying any of these people are bad people; they're probably lovely in their own way. I'm just saying people are people, and we all kind of suck sometimes.

Okay, okay. Listen. I've got this brilliant idea. It's called a self-improvement plan. This past year, I had this feeling that I was somehow getting dumber. I know, I'm (read: my parents right now) paying all this money for a quality private, liberal arts college education, and I feel dumber than I did upon high school graduation. What? How? Well, let me tell you. It's not just because I can't answer as many questions on "Jeopardy" than I could when I was enrolled in AP Chemistry, AP Calculus, AP English Language and Literature, AP American History, AP Spanish, a Introduction to Philosophy seminar, and a Newspaper class (do you want to shoot my overachieving seventeen-year-old self? I do, and I haven't even given you my extracurriculars). That is a factor, but it's also the fact that I'm letting life have more of an influence than just education. Which isn't a bad thing at all. Having friends, joining a sorority, experiencing college night life, hanging out in the DH for more than hour--that's just as important as that Accounting class I took my first semester. It's just that I feel like I need a bit more of a balance. I want to be able to engage in conversation about current events. I want to write better, sound wittier, make better references. How? By expanding my reading content. While I love my Glamour and Teen Vogue (I'm nineteen for a few more months, don't judge), and I love reading fashion blogs and allkpop, they're not quite doing it for me. So, starting once I get back from Spain, here are the reading materials I'm going to subscribe to:

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Escúchame. Tengo esta idea brillante. Es mi plan de mejora. Este año pasado, tuve este sentimiento que me hice más estúpida. Yo sé, estoy (mis padres) pagando mucho dinero por una educación privada y de buena calidad, y siento más estúpida que sentí después de mi graduación de colegio. ¿Qué? ¿Cómo? Pues, permíteme explicar. Es no solo porque no puedo contestar todas las preguntas en “Jeopardy” como pude cuando estudié clases avanzadas en literatura, química, cálculo, historia de los Estados Unidos, y español, una introducción a filosofía, y una clase de periódicos  (¿Quieres matar mi misma que rinde más de lo normal? Hago, y no te he dicho sobre mis actividades después de las horas de escuela). Este hecho es un factor, pero también es el hecho que estoy permitiendo mi vida tiene una influenza más grande que solo educación. Y es no es un hecho malo. Teniendo amigos, ingresando en una hermandad, experimentando la vida de noche de universidad, pasando tiempo en mi cafetería para horas—son tan importantes como la clase de contabilidad que saque en mi primer semestre. Solo… necesito una balanza. Quiero poder participar en conversación sobre los eventos corrientes. Quiero escribir mejor, parecer más ingeniosa, hacer referencias mejores. ¿Cómo? Estoy me expandiendo mi contento de leer. Mientras de me encanta mi Glamour y mi Teen Vogue (¡tengo diez y nueve años!), y me encanta mis blogs de modo y allkpop, no son suficientes. Cuando me vuelvo de España, aquí son las materias de leer que voy a subscribirme a:

Obviously: The New Yorker

For Business: The Economist 

For Fashion & Culture Needs: Elle

For Daily News: New York Times

 Or I might get these sent to my Kindle Fire and read them now... Hm...

O puedo comprarlos para mi Kindle Fire y los leo ahora...Hm...

So, I was going to write a laundry list of how to properly shop and interact with sales associates given my past three days of working, but then I read this article via the College Prepster, and I couldn't help but bring a somber post to the Future Cat Lady Diaries. (NOTE: Read the article!) Because it got me thinking. How many stories have we read or heard about these amazing people dying young? The kid who had a particular sensitivity or the witty high school student who dies in a accident at prom. What could they have contributed to the world had they been able to live longer? The Marina Keegan of this article was on the road to bigger and better things. She had a job lined up in New York City to write for The New Yorker. She was writing for the Yale Daily News. She was president of Yale College Democrats and part of Occupy Yale (which, in my liberal -so-left-I-should-be-registered-as-communist book makes her awesome). Reading her article, she had the right depth, right amount of wit, and the perfect level of sensitivity that as a writer, I wish I had. Who knows? If her life hadn't been cut short, and I hadn't heard of her this way, I would probably be bitterly jealous of her.

But by all intents and purposes, Keegan seemed to be one of those good who die young. And here's the kicker. She died in a car accident. And no one hit her. She was wearing her seat belt, as far as I know her boyfriend (she had a boyfriend too!) was not under the influence of anything, and it was simply a case of him losing control of the car. Do you know how many local stories I hear about car accidents that involve no seat belt or drugs or alcohol? And yet, Keegan was doing everything right. And she died. Which is what makes me wonder the most. How much better could our world have been with all the good people who died?

I know, you can't what-if. It'll drive you mad. And to be fair, when I learned about the romantic poets, I learned that the best of them had the shortest life. Maybe Keegan's best work was what she wrote for the Yale Daily News. Maybe if she had lived in NYC, her life would have taken a turn. Who knows? I doubt what I just wrote, but none of us will ever know if she would go on to become one of the famous columnists or not. What we can do is look and be inspired by the work she already wrote and the way she led her life in the twenty-two years she had.

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Quise escribir una lista que describe cómo ir de compras e interrelacionarse con asociadas de ventas porque acabo de trabajar la ultimo tres días, pero leí este artículo por la College Prepster, y necesite escribir una entrada sombría a la Future Cat Lady Diaries. (¡LEE EL ARTÍCULO!) Porque el artículo me hace creer. ¿Cuánto historias hemos leído u oído sobre estas personas increíbles que son jóvenes cuando mueren? El chico que tuvo una sensibilidad particular o la estudiante de colegio ingeniosa que muere en una accidente a baile de fin de curso. ¿Qué podrían haber contribuir al mundo si sus vidas había más largas? La Marina Keegan de este artículo fue en un camino a un mundo más grande y mejor. Tuvo un trabajo en la Ciudad de Nueva York  escribir por The New Yorker. Ella escribió por la Yale Daily News. Fue presidente de Yale College Democrats y una parte de Occupy Yale (y en mi libro liberal-tan-izquierda-que-debo-ser-una-comunista le hace alucinante). Después de lees su artículo, puedes ver que ella tuvo el profundidad correcta y la cantidad correcta de ingenio, y el nivel perfecto de sensibilidad que, como una escritora, deseo que tuve. ¿Quién sabe? Si su vida no había abreviada por esta accidente, probablemente sería celosa tremenda.

Pero, por todas intenciones y propósitos, Keegan pareció una persona buena quien muere joven. Y aquí es la parte peor. Ella murió en un accidente de coche. Y un coche no choca contra su coche. Ella llevaba su cinturón de seguridad, y, de yo sé, su novio (¡ella tuvo un novio también!) no había bebido o tomado drogas. El caso fue simple—él perdió control de su coche. ¿Sabes cuántos historias locales que oye sobre accidentes de coches que no envuelve un cinturón de seguridad o envuelve drogas o alcohol? Y, Keegan hace todo correcto. Y ella murió. Este me hace preguntarme la más. ¿Aumentaría nuestro mundo con estas personas buenas que murieron?

Yo sé, no puedes que-si. Te hace loco. Y, cuando entiende sobre los poetas romanticos, entende que el mejor tuvo la vida mas corta. Es posible que el  trabajo mejor de Keegan sea lo que ella escriba para la Yale Daily News. Es posible que si ella viva en CNY, su vida no sea buena. ¿Quíen sabe? Dudo que yo acaba de escribir, pero nunca sabemos. Podemos leer y ser inspirados por el trabajo que ya escribió y la manera que ella vivió su vida en los veinte y dos años que tuvo.

Too. Much.

As someone who secretly dreams of living a life like Anne Shirley of Green Gables, I am sickened of the amount of technology in my life. I was collecting my things from my den when I realized I was collecting a laptop, a Kindle Fire, and an iPhone. Not to mention a TV was playing the baseball game in the background, a TV with a DVD player, a sound system (whatever it's called), and a blu-ray player. I'm pretty sure Anne Shirley lived with none of this, and my secret-romantic-faux-novelist side is hitting me over the head. In fact, instead of keeping an extensive journal for future generations to read and analyze my literary brilliance and passionate ways (I kid, I kid), I've been blogging for the past four or five years. And I'm linked in to pretty much every social media outlet possible. And I spend a good portion on a technology daily--whether it be reading on my kindle, checking Facebook on my phone, doing e-mails on my computer. Heck, Alcott wrote every word of her novels by hand, and I type everything! 


What does this say about me? What does this say about my short attention span and ever changing mind? Or my inability to focus on my writing? Or the way I read? And the problem is, I would love to disconnect. I would love to toss all of it out a window and live via Green Gables with a pen and paper, maybe a typewriter. I would love to write long, lengthy letters to my college friends and keep a journal where my perfect penmanship truthfully records all my musings and thoughts. But I can't. This is our generation. I'm sure Anne would be blogging away if she lived today, and I'm sure she'd be the most connected chick on Facebook. I don't want to delete any aspect of my life in the tech world because it's how I stay in touch. Instead of writing a lengthy letter to my sorority sisters, I can just pop over to their wall and leave them a message.And when I go abroad, I can still see people when I skype. I like being connected. Who knows if I would even be interested in Korea at all without this technology? I know. I don't even know what I'm saying in this post. I'm trying to say I've been bitten a bit my the nostalgia bug, but at the same time I totally got the message from Midnight in Paris: "That's what the present is. It's a little unsatisfying because life is unsatisfying." C'est la vie. I can't even speak French.