currently: wearing shorts in the optimistic hope of warmer weather to come

It's been a day of non-mindless internet surfing. "What?!" you say, "It is possible for this dear blogger to be online and not have her brain cells screaming as they are drained to death by the pointless stalking and etcetera she does while online?" Yes dear (and scant--though hopefully not scantily clad) readers, I have come to the realization that it is possible.

While today started as a typical sort of day (facebook, email, dlisted.com, fabsugar.com, collegefashion.net), a spontaneous labyrinth of intellectualism (tee hee, or at least I'm pretending that it's intellectual. . .LET ME DREAMMMMM!) happened to weave itself into my day. Somehow (I do actually know how, I'd just rather not bore you with the step-by-step), I stumbled upon Time magazine's nomination list of most influential people. As I was definitely in a type of learning mood (today, I had originally planned to do Spanish homework, I should have known that my combination seniorits/spring-break-itis/possible ADHD/laziness/love of Tina Fey would probably murder that plan) I decided to make a list of all the people that I didn't already know, so that went well. From there, things just got more stimulating (intellectually, not sexually or anything--although Cristiano Ronaldo was on the list of most influential people. . .)

So that's the inspiration for me posting today.

**As a quick little insert comment type of ordeal: I originally started this blog in order to try to exercise my funny gland and write like Mindy Kaling, but that's totally shot now. . .so basically if you think things are no longer funny, you're probably right.

1. Gordon Gee

      He's considered the best college president in the US and even though his picture indicates something more along the lines of Bespectacled, Bow-Tied, Adorable Geezer, instead critics know him as something more like BALLSY BADA$$ (money signs included, fuck you Ke$ha). Big difference. And you know what? He's the president of our very own The Ohio State University ("The" included, fuck you The Onion). Not only is he 66 and still trotting everywhere like a young stallion, he's been president and/or chancellor of WVU, Vandy and Brown. AKA So badass. So rebellious he was basically kicked out of Brown for being too non-traditional, he give up a lot of his income to give out scholarships. His focus is really on giving everyone higher education--thus including partnerships with community colleges. Mainly, I love him because he's a happy go lucky lookin guy and he probably smokes a pipe (we can only hope Lord Jesus!!) and he seriously is trying to make a difference. And his bow tie is just sooooo fresh.

2. Not Actually Brushing My Hair
          This one's for all the ladies out there (the two that read my blog)! When I was little, I hated having my hair brushed. I don't know why, but for some reason, girls' hair before the age of 12 or so is like disgustingly prone to tangling. And pre-pubescent scalps are disgustingly sensitive. And mothers of said girls have the disgustingly urgent tendency to make their daughters look like porcelain dolls. Thus resulting in lots of crying and kicking your mother in the early morn! Good way to start off the day. After I turned 12 though, the magical I-want-to-be-pretty fairy tapped my teenybopper head and MySpace became popular, thus resulting in me taking lots of pictures of my "hot" self (dayum, why those braces so sexy?) and actually brushing my hair. It was like a miracle of elm street (tee hee, actually that would be Miracle on 34th, Nightmare on Elm--whose, lemme just digress a tiddlywink here, previews alone make me want to hide under a blanket, pop caffeine pills, never fall asleep and pee my pants, all at once). But now, adult-ish, mature-ish, 17-year-old me (or I, it doesn't really feel right either way)  . . . am back to never actually brushing my hair. It just totally ruins the natural way my hair wants to be and it's not like I get tangles anymore. So my poor wittle hairbrush is sitting there, totally not used, alone and probably about ready to slit its hairbrush wrists :(

3. Commencement Addresses

      !!! Due to the fact that in approximately 4 months I can call myself a true blue (yes, blue! HINT) college student, I've found myself recently well attuned to all college happenings--including, but not limited to, the college section of Seventeen Magazine, the latter half of the Gilmore Girls' seasons, and of course, collegefashion.net. So that, in conjunction with the fact that high school graduation is upon us, and my dear pal and I must scrap together something meaningful to say at commencement (o frabjous day, callooh callay!) has led me into the sage and oftentimes hilarious arms of college commencement addresses. So far, I've only really read/watched 3: david foster wallace's at kenyon, steve jobs at stanford and FUCKIN ALI G AT HAHHHVAHHHHD. (As a quickie sidenote, the latter was not actually a commencement address but actually just a kinda, hey wuddup you rock thing.)(as a further quickie sidenote, ew, harvard). But they were absolutely magnifico. If you're ever in need of wisdom, a pick-me-up, philosophy delving time or anything of the sort, just read/watch a few commencement addresses.
           I've attached a few here:
http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/15005
http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/article/0,28804,1898670_1898671_1898650,00.html

4. Cold Pizza
     If there's something I could eat for breakfast, lunch, dinner, second dinner and third dinner, it would be COLD PIZZA. Huzzah! Okay, you can stop retching conformist hooligans. Here's all I can say, waffles and syrup have got nothing on the tomato sauce-y and cold cheesey goodness of a good, cold, leftover pizza. If I wasn't so concerned about my waistline fitting into a prom dress, I would probably eat that meal every single day, every single mealtime.

5. The Fact That My Nails Are Currently A Bright Turquoisey Blue
      Tra la la!! This color is called Flyin High by China Glaze, and biznatches, this shit is AH-MAZING!! Everytime I look down at my nails, here is my thought process: Damn, this is not a color I usually wear. Are my veins too evident because this blue brings them out? Nah. It's whatever. I feel like an imaginary creature or perhaps a My Little Pony!! And I LOVE IT!! Some people just don't understand.