Wednesday, November 25, 2015

The shocking truth behind Plymouth Rock. The rock is full of lies! #happythanksgiving

Have you ever wanted to visit Plymouth Rock and the Mayflower? Well I'm here to tell you it's a complete utter waste of time. I was probably about 20 years old the first time I went. Somehow I unintentionally avoided the Plymouth field trips in school. The campground I go to every year is in Plymouth so one time we were like let's go see the rock and the Mayflower and get some ice cream!

I'll let you guess what the most exciting part was. Hint: it was not the rock or the boat.

We arrive at the beach and it doesn't take us long to find the Mayflower since it's a giant boat. We are then informed that this is not the actual boat. It is in fact the Mayflower II and is a replica. Um ok, well that kind of makes sense because I can't imagine a boat lasting that long. It was still interesting to see.

Now onto the actual rock. You can't actually get that close to it. You can just gaze upon it. It is in fact in a cage.

Well this is about as exciting as a rock in a cage! Um wait.....

There's also a plaque nearby to give you information about the rock. You learn so many useful facts such as: This is not the actual rock, or the actual location, and there wasn't a rock involved at all really. THIS ROCK IS FULL OF LIES.

It's supposed to be symbolic so I thought about it and then decided the trip wasn't a complete waste because at least we got ice cream.

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Take your rice to the trash you animals

There's been a giant container of cooked brown rice sitting on the banister when you first walk into my building. It's been there for about a week. This rice has really been pissing me off. Why was it left there? Throw it out you lazy mofos! Seriously, why do people treat the building like their own personal trash can!?

There was a party last night happening in the apartment above us. It was annoying and obnoxious and I hate every single college student in my building. The party finally ended around 3 a.m. I went downstairs this morning and noticed the container of rice had been knocked over and there was rice all over the hallway. I was pretty pissed because I'm sure some drunk moron from that party knocked it over for shits and giggles. Someone had placed the container with the rest of the rice right near the main door.

A few hours later I come home from a fashion swap and notice that someone moved the rice container back onto the end of the banister. REALLY? WHY?! I finally decided to take matters into my own hands and I grabbed the container of rice and threw it in the trash. When I was coming back inside some guy goes "hey, do you know what happened to my rice." I looked at him, not even knowing what to say. Then he started laughing and I realized that he was messing with me. I started laughing too and told him I was sick of seeing that god damn container of rice. He said that he was glad someone finally threw it out.

There is still rice all over the floor that I don't want to take care of because I'm not the baby sitter of the building. I'm so tired of this crap. I'm tried of living in apartments where people show no respect and are loud and destructive. Derek and I were wondering if we were almost better off at the last place because at least all the noise was outside our apartment building.

I don't want to move again but this building is really testing my patience.

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Nine years and pizza squirrel

I had my review at work and it went well. Nothing but good things to say. I still can't believe I've been here for 9 years. I was practically a baby when I started at the young age of 22. My mother told me I should buy something nice for myself to celebrate. I do need a new pair of boots so maybe I will. Since Derek just finished up a project at work and I had a good review we had a nice dinner out last night to celebrate. I don't know what Washington Square Tavern does to their chicken but it is the best chicken I've ever had. I've been meaning to take a picture of the chicken before I eat it but I usually forget and dig in. Getting delicious chicken in my mouth is more important than taking a photo.

I don't have much else to report but I would like to share this picture of a squirrel eating pizza painted on a utility box.

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Someone's about to get straight up beat in Chicopee Massachusetts

Someone's about to get straight up beat in Chicopee Massachusetts. My debit card info was stolen and I'm pissed. My bank actually called me because they noticed that it was impossible for me to be in both Boston and Chicopee at the same time. I had to google Chicopee to see where it is (no man's land aka Western Mass.) That's about the only useful thing my bank did.

It took me 45 minutes of repeatedly calling my bank and being put on hold and hung up on before I finally spoke to someone in the fraud department. I was in full on bitch mode. If I had one more person ask me for my social, birth date, blood type and the last thing I ate just so they could tell me the fraud department was busy I was going to lose it. One guy was like "ma'am I can tell you're upset". Was it the shrill pitch of my voice that gave it away or the "I swear to God if you disconnect me one more time I'm going to lose it!" They kept giving me the number for the fraud department but it was the number I just called so obviously it's not the direct number to the fraud department.

Once I got through to the fraud department they told me to call back when the fraudulent charges cleared and then they can refund the money.

So yea fun day for me.

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Designer hoodies and pristine trainers all the better to trample you with. No thanks Balmain H&M

H&M does this thing now where they collaborate with a high end designer and then people trample each other so they can sell the crap on ebay for a profit. Target has done it too and I'm sure they'll keep doing it since it seems to be so successful.

Here's a video if you want to see stupidity in action.

The Guardian talks about how it went in London.

Students in designer hoodies jostled with twentysomethings in pristine trainers in two queues that snaked around the block. Many had camped out and it became increasingly fractious as they waited, with bickering and scuffles breaking out on the street.

I like shopping and clothing as much as the next girl but it would be a cold day in hell before I wait outside in a massive line so I can fight people over clothing. I don't wait in line overnight or even for hours for anything. And God help the student in a designer hoodie and pristine trainers if they jostled me. It's really for everyone's safety that I don't go to events like this.

Of course most of the clothing is ending up on ebay. The point of the line is for people to be able to own Balmain pieces who normally couldn't afford it but clearly that doesn't happen. Look at this blazer that's being sold for $2,150.00

I'm sure my grandmother would love it.

You might as well buy an actual Balmain piece and you have the added bonus of not getting injured while acquiring it.

In other news I'm really bored today but the Walking Dead is about to start and I swear if they don't start off with the dumpster I'm going to lose it. I'm being vague on purpose to not spoil.

Saturday, November 7, 2015

Stop worrying about your followers and likes and go make a grilled cheese.

I worry that I'm too vain. I don't think I look good all the time but when I do think I look good I take a picture and post it to some sort of social media. Most of my selfies end up on instagram or here. I rarely post selfies to facebook because I worry that my friends and family will think I'm obsessed with my looks. I'm always worried about offending people or people thinking badly about me.

I don't mind selfies and I think it's great when someone thinks they look good and wants to share that photo. It becomes a problem when you need the likes and the comments to validate yourself. I've heard of teenagers deleting selfies that don't get enough likes. Social media is the new drug of choice and it's addictive.  I can only imagine if social media existed when I was a teenager. I probably would have been caught up in likes and follows.  

You might have heard of Essena O'Neill, the 18 year old instagram star who claims all her photos were staged and that her whole life revolved around getting the perfect photo and how many likes and followers she got. She declared she was quitting social media. At first I was like "you go girl!" but now she's more famous than ever and she continues putting out videos to promote her anti-social media message. She has a website to support her new message and there's a donate button because she has to pay her rent and is no longer making money from her sponsored instagram posts. Huh? Where are her parents in all of this? I would hope that they are telling her she should move back home and focus on school and finding a regular job. Why were they letting their teenage daughter take sexy photos for instagram? They had to have known. 

Yesterday I was on twitter and realized two people unfollowed me. I can't seem to stay above 600 followers on twitter. At first I was pretty annoyed. HOW DARE YOU UNFOLLOW ME! Then I realized that the two unfollowers were a brand and a band that just followed me for a follow back and then I was like, why do I even care about this? I'm going to make a grilled cheese. And I did and it was great.

Friday, November 6, 2015

Ask and you shall recieve

My friend Todd commented last night that he has not been on my blog in a very long time. Todd is correct. Asketh and you shall receiveith.

We met on craigslist years ago under the "I need a crazy roommate" section.

I like it when someone is like "hey, I haven't been on your blog in a while". That means they actually read it.

I have today off of work for a vacation day. Derek and I don't know what we're doing yet but we will be doing something!

Monday, November 2, 2015

Halloween recap. They weren't kidding when they said "brilliant red".

I've been meaning to dye my hair for a while and Halloween seemed like the perfect time to do it. I let Derek pick between dark brown or red because I couldn't decide. He picked the red and wow is it red!

I should have been Poison Ivy for Halloween. Instead I was a ghostly/whitchy figure. This last picture was me waiting for the bus at the end of the night. It never came so I ended up walking. My cape was collecting leaves the whole way home.

 My friend Fiona hosted a Halloween party and the decorations were amazing. Well done Fi!

How is October over? All the stores are already putting out Christmas displays. I love the holidays but after that it's just the never ending Boston winter. I think I'm still traumatized from last winter.