Friday, September 30, 2011

Secret Nerds Unite!

So if you have ever talked to me for more than five minutes or have been to my house you will know that I am a giant nerd. I have two anime tattoos, I own seven video game systems, I geek out over film and literature (hopefully in the next year I will have a Murakami tattoo <3) I attend Anime Detour and have a $600 Sailor Moon Costume. I watch Xena when I am in a bad mood and have seen all of Buffy twice. My dog's full name is Doodles Zeddicus Spock Sookie-Bill Safe to say, giant nerd.
(Proof of my nerdy household)

However for as nerdy as I am it is not something that I necessarily flaunt in my everyday appearance.  Most of the time I aim for a put together look. I don't wear t-shirts because they make me uncomfortable, so that eliminates a main stage for showing my love of all things nerd. I also am not big into things like buttons or key chains to again another platform.

So most days all I have to represent my inner nerd is my Sailor Moon tattoo on my left shoulder.  Most people don't recognize it, so there I am, nerd incognito. One of my favorite things that happens to me is that I meet another nerd in disguise, and that is exactly what happened to me today.

So today after work I stopped in to the Betsy Johnson to look for a dress to wear for my birthday in Vegas. I had already found and bought a dress at Forever 21, but after finding out that it is a super conservative company that actually includes prayers on every bag, I felt that maybe I needed a different dress. I am pretty much in love with Betsy Johnson, but unfortunately I did not find a dress. I did get some perfume, but more importantly I made a friend of sorts.

As I came out the fitting room, the sales associate who was working asked me if my tattoo had any particular meaning. I gave normal answer which is to somewhat sheepishly answer that is from a 90's cartoon called Sailor Moon. As I was sort of blushing and looking awkwardly at the ground, she had sort of a geek out moment. She told me "That's what I though! I know Sailor Moon, I have to admit, I am a bit of an anime nerd, I go to conventions and all that."

I was pumped. This girl did not look like your standard anime fan girl. She was dressed super cute in a professional manner and I would have had no idea that she too was a nerd incognito! We talked for about 45 min about all things nerd and how many times we had been at the same place or thing, all of the people we both know. I know now that she is going to Bluma, Stocking, and Barberlla for Detour. I told her about my Princess Mononoke costume. We are going to keep in touch and I am pretty excited about this.  Meeting her was awesome.  She totally made my day. I can not wait until my meeting with a member of the secret nerd club.


Tuesday, September 27, 2011

If I Were to Grade Today, it Would Get an F-

Today was one of those everything sucks days. I mean where not one thing goes right, and by the end of it your are a ready to murder something bigger than you or cry under a blanket with about 9 million gallons  of Chunky Monkey. Nothing super bad happened to me today, but a collection of small negative moments teamed up to utterly ruin my day. My favorite blogger Allie Brosh of Hyperbole and a Half has the best description of it that I have ever read( Sneaky Hate Spiral ). So my day consisted of ripped tights, a rainy day, a math class, a failed Russian test, and the crappiest day at work I have had in a long time. Now I am home, but not fun for me because I have a stack of homework taller than I am, although that is not all that tall.  So before I get to my exciting night, I am going to crack a bottle of cheap white wine (not kidding) pop in Hot Tub Time and write this blog.



Just to remind myself that I do in fact have an awesome life, I am going to list 50 things that make me happy, drink my wine, and then hop to my homework.
1. Wine
2. Doodles the world's best little dog
3. Video games and all seven of my systems
4. Urban Decay make up
5. Fall fashion
6. The color pink
7. My hair stylist
8. The fact that I am going to Las Vegas
9. Going to the movies
10. Books, especially Haruki Murakami books
11. The fact that I will editions of 1Q84 from two different counties in less than a month
12. Netflix
13. My friends
14. Danny Wylde
15. Sunglass Hut
16. Literature jokes
17. My new apartment
18. Hyperbole and a Half
19. Jenna Marbles
20. Motion City Soundtrack
21. The Lonely Island
22. Drinking vodka waters
23. Smiling
24. Laughing
25. Dressing nicely
26. Cute boys
27. Going dancing
28. Hot chocolate
29. Beer
30. Mario Kart
31. Perfume, specifically Coach Poppy
32. Watching porn
33. 90's Tv (Buffy, Melrose Place, All That. Hey Arnold and many more)
34. Playing trivia
35. LMFAO
36. Glitter
37. Anime Detour
38. Halloween
39. Historical tours
40. My tattoos, all four of them.
41. Chocolate covered potato chips
42. Shopping
43. Cute underwear
44. PUPPIES
45.Oasis
46. Did I mention PUPPIES!
47. Hello Kitty
48. Sailor Moon
49. Twitter
50. Writing

See I feel better already, might be the booze, might be the trashy tv I am watching, or Doodles sitting on my lap. But I feel better and that is what matters. So now it is home work time. If anyone is reading this, what are fifty things that make you happy? What is good in your life? Making this list is easier than it looks. :)

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Hello Bandwagon, I am Jumping on You and Writing a Blog.

So for the first time in my college career I am not taking a creative writing class. At first I was excited to not be forced to write or meet deadlines or read awful stories I could not care less about, but then the first three weeks passed and I realized I missed writing and all that comes along with it. So here I present to you, my so far non-existent readers, a blog about my life. I cannot promise that I am super interesting, funny, or wise. However this is what is going on with me, your average college student.

And now, my first actual post: How a lunch box and a porn star made the best week of my life, in that order.

A long long time ago, way back in the month of May 2011 I pre-ordered The Lonely Island's newest cd, Turtleneck and Chain. I bought the digital download with a special lunch box + thermos option. The tiny caption next to it said that the lunch box would not ship until June at the earliest, but most likely July. I thought to myself "I need that more than I have ever needed any that has ever existed ever. I want it, I want it, I WANT IT NOW!" So I pre-ordered thinking a month and a half is not that long. Now because I have the patience of a 4 year old on a the first sugar high of their life, and the four broken links I had received for my digital download, I should have realized this would not be the instant gratification purchase that I desired, but ever the optimist I patiently, but eagerly awaited the arrival of my soon to be favorite possession. I suppose I should mention my planet size crush and Andy Samberg, which made the wait so much worse. But I tell myself 45 days is not that long....

Well Junes rolls by.... and then July whizzes past and still not a word about my box. I start to panic, on Aug. 31st I had to move out of my apartment, and I was worried that I would some how miss my package. I had to send about 9 billion emails to some unknown person named Miranda (Who I to this day believe is a robot) about changing my shipping address. Finally come Sept. 12th I get word from UPS that a failed delivery has occurred twice, and that I have one more attempt before my holy grail of a lunch box is shipped back to Miranda-bot forever. First panic arises, then rage. Where was my notice of the first two attempts?

Now being a full time college student and working two jobs I am not ever home between the hours of 8 am and 8 pm. I call UPS and try to kindly explain this, but we all know that a simple conversation would be way too easy. So I call and after being put on hold for 26 minutes, I get to talk to a rep named, I shit you not, Shaniqua. After she introduces herself, it takes ever fiber of my being to not explode into awkward belly laughs and roll around on the floor.
Me: "I have a package coming for a final attempt, and I know that I won't be home to claim it. I am gone from 8 to 8 everyday. Also I have not received any of those little door sticks from the driver."
Shaniqua: "I am sorry hun, I can add an extra day on that delivery."
Me: "Thank you, but I also won't be home for that. I am out everyday."
Shaniqua: "So you don't want that day? Would you like to pick a day that you will be home?"
Me: "I am never home. Can I change the delivery address to my work?"
Shaniqua:" Sure thing, what is the 9 digit code on the missed delivery slip."
Me: "I told you I don't have that."
Shaniqua: "You don't have either of them?"

This goes on for about 10 minutes. Finally She tells me that I can pick up it up between the hours of 8 am and 12 pm Monday through Thursday. I am not sure why she thought that would be possible as I can not even manage to be home between those hours but I agree. Four more calls to UPS later, my friend can pick it up for me. So now four and a half months later I finally have my lunch box, and I will let you know a turkey sandwich with extra pickles has never tasted so sweet.



The other greatest thing to happen to me this week was that I got to talk to my favorite adult star, Danny Wylde. I know it is a little weird for a girl to admit to having a have a favorite star, but when one of your jobs includes writing reviews on adult films, it happens. (Scream XXX is where it is at, combing the two best things ever. Wes Craven's 1996 Scream and the world's cutest porn star) But my job is a story for another day. So I have been Twitter stalking Danny Wylde for a while, but this week got the courage to mention him in a tweet. To my surprise he responded and actually re-tweeted what I said (Is it possible to be a porn nerd? Because if it is, that is definitely what I am). This made me so excited that I forgot where I was, my non porn related job, and I told everyone that was around me. Long story short they all think I am crazy. But I do not care, I had my TLI lunchbox and my giant porn crush has a least some idea that I exist as a person.

FTW I love my life sometimes.