Syracuse Gossip

So I was up at Cuse this past weekend for my very first Syracuse University Homecoming and my goodness, was it spectacular! I have more I want to write on that topic but I just need to throw an open question out there to my fellow Syracuse loves who are out in blog world.

There were rumors throughout the weekend of a Syracuse gossip Web site similar to gossip girl or to the infamous (at least in my apartment this past year) Fordham U's FUrez Hilton. I'm totally pumped about this gossip site and I SO want to find it online. Last winter, some pretty cool girls that I know pretty well started a Syracuse gossip blog but due to the craziness of senior year and how little they cared about anything besides having fun... the blog fizzled.

http://surezhillton.blogspot.com/

SUrez HILLton... they thought they were clever.

Anybody know the new blog URL??

I am tempted to keep the car in drive.

"Four more exits til my apartment,
but I am tempted to keep the car in drive,
and leave it all behind."

Today, as I drove to work I passed the sign that marks that Syracuse is 132 miles away. I drive by it every day on my way to work. But today, for some reason, I had the urge to just keep driving those 132 miles. Screw work. Screw everything I had to do that day. I just wanted to be at school. I just wanted to be at the place that has been my home for the past 4 years.

I've been wondering when its going to hit me that the summer is over and we're moving into fall. To be working full time in the fall is unchartered territory. For the first time in 16 years? 12 of high school and 4 of college? At least 16 years. And for all intents and purposes, for the first time in the span of my life that is covered by my memory, I will NOT be returning to school this fall.

WEIRD.

So John Mayer, I know in your song you were talking about going to your apartment and I was driving to work. And I know that you had 4 more exits to get to where you need to go and I only drive 2 exits on the highway. BUT, I sure was tempted to keep the car in drive and leave it all behind.

I miss you Cuse.

Who are you calling skinny?

So my girl, Principessa, e-mailed me a hysterical story today about how she got in a fight with a girl at Acropolis Pizza in Syracuse. Principessa was there late night, waiting for a friend who was getting some grub and decided to sit at a table and took off her shoes (I can relate to that!) and put them on the table with her purse.

From a nearby table she hears someone bitching to all her friends about how this "spoiled skinny white bitch thinks she can throw her shit everywhere." HOLD THE PHONE. Now, what caught Principessa's ears at this comment? The uncalled for need to call her spoiled when the girl doesn't even know her? No. The unwarranted claim that Principessa is a bitch? Nope, try again. The unneccessary need to bring race into the issue? Not it either.

This girl called her SKINNY! And Principessa was PUMPED.

For those of you who don't know, Principessa has been working with me to try and lose weight also. Last time I saw her, she looked AMAZING so she is def. doing a good job... enough so that randoms are calling her skinny-- go Principessa!!

How did she respond, you may be wondering. Principessa politely and rationally said to the girl, "Excuse me, but I can hear you talking. You are right. I shouldn't have my shoes on the table and I will gladly move them. However, you could have just asked me to instead of talking that way." Not only do I love my friends for having amazing responses like that to nasty girls trying to start shit. BUT I also love my friends for relaying stories like this to me, not for the fact that they almost got in a fight, but for the fact that they were called skinny!

I cannot wait until Homecoming and my fateful return to Syracuse to visit Principessa and hopefully, we can both get called skinny together :)

Ugh, I need help.

Internetians, I've been SOOO bad at blogging.

I've also been so bad at dieting.

On Thursday, when I weighed myself I gained 1.5 lbs in the week. Which I figured is okay because it was my birthday weekend and I let myself splurge, but I've had a hard time getting back on track even a week later. I have no motivation to go to the gym. I've had mild success and I feel great and I need to get myself back on track.

If anybody has any words of wisdom or advice for whenever they get in a period like this, please let me know!

I told myself that it was okay that I went a little slack for a while because I am trying to make this a lifestyle thing and a long term project so if there is a few days in a row that I have less energy and miss the gym, that is okay... but I just need to be able to then after those days GET BACK to the gym. Tuesday I couldn't get myself to go to the gym then Wednesday I had a mediocre day at the gym and then I took a walk after work. Thursday I had a great workout but then Friday I couldn't get myself to go! Today I'm at home so I didn't do anything athletic and ate a little too much via snacking and a cookout and a wine tasting... but I need to kick my butt back into gear because I don't feel good right now.

Help!

What I've Been Reading.

One of the things that I love about blogging and about blogs is that there is such a wide variety of them out there, if you look for it, you can literally find a blog that will discuss any topic you are interested in. For work, we target really niche sciency geeky blogs and trust me, there are TONS out there on the strangest little subtopics you could ever imagine. For my personal use, I like funny blogs, people my age that I can relate to, blogs about how to get ahead in the working world for students right out of college, etc. I recently sent my mom a list of blogs she might like that included everything from blogs about being a mom, blogs about dealing with your children all being in college, Curt Schilling's blog, my own blog, a blog by a woman in the town we're from, etc.

I would seriously like someone to challenge me to be able to find a blog about a niche group. I guarantee you it would exist. It would be a game sort of similar to when I make Masty MD challenge me to see if I really do have a story about EVERYTHING and I have him just send me a list of words and I can always think of some sort of story to tell that relates to that word. If you sent me a list of words... I could find you blogs about that. I use blogs to stay in touch with what is going on with Boston sports, with Syracuse, to learn more about different cultures, to keep in touch with friends, to be updated on what important people are saying about different topics, to get some news, etc.

With all that content out there, you might find that overwhelming and it sort of can be. But once you find a selection of blogs that you follow or if you get involved in a blogging network it is great. Since I follow a lot of blogs on a lot of different things that I'm passionate about, sometimes those blogs will post something that seems to be written exactly for me. When that happens, I know that blog is a keeper. This recently has been happening to me with entries at Brazen Careerist. These articles really hit home with things that I've been feeling lately.


This post pretty much directly conflicts with what my blog is titled but it is still awesome.

This post make me feel really good to know that how I've been feeling with the city of Albany is a situation that others have been in before. Not necessarily with Albany and not necessarily the exact same situation. But enough similarities that I felt like this could have been an e-mail from an older friend that was written directly to me to comfort me.

Then this blog in general is totally cute and I recommend it to all the sports loving girls out there.
If you are intererested in ridding your life of drama you could check out this, again from Brazen Careerist. I really enjoyed this entry, because as I've learned lately, drama sucks.

I just like this article because the caption on the photo cracks me up every time I look at it.

This article is by a girl named Katie too and she thinks that life after college is kinda tough too.

Okay, since I haven't been around in a little while ... read all this stuff in the meantime.

Inconsiderate

I swear I have vivid memories of writing about this, but I looked through my past entries and didn't see so here I go. One time in high school, my 4 best friends and I were having one of many sleepovers. We were at Smacky's house and having a good time, dishing about whatever, and just being ridiculous together. For some STRANGE reason that I am not sure if any of us remember, we decided to play a little game where one of us would leave the room for 5-10 minutes and the other 4 of us would brainstorm and come up with one trait that person had that we thought was their best characteristic and one that is the person's worst characteristic.



Now, I'm not sure if this is immediately setting off any alarms for anybody out there as to how this could be a problem but it didn't for us. We. Were. Stupid.

It is funny because I can't remember what we chose as each of our good qualities (funny how that works) but I vividly remember what we chose as the negative qualitites in each of us. I'm not sure if our intentions were to bring us closer as friends, to make ourselves more self aware, or to try and correct these things. However, what was told to me by my best friends was that my worst quality is that I am not very considerate of others.

Now I was pissed. Being considerate of others is something that I've always tried to be. I thought of that as one of my GOOD qualities. Maybe I am wrong. But to this day, I remember that and remember being so upset about this. Since then I've made EVEN MORE of an effort to be considerate of others. I always try to be inclusive, seek out individuals who I feel may be struggling or need a friend, offer up my seat to those who need it more, help people when I can, do little things to brighten someones day, show people that I care, etc.

For example, recently a coworker of mine's mother passed away. She had been sick for a long time and everyone who worked here has heard about her struggle via her daughter in our office (and let me point out, that the woman who passed away was in her 90s and had lived a happy life... her daughter in our office, is older than my mother). They were all attending the services and let me know about them as well. I wasn't sure if I should or not... I had only been working here less than 2 months at the time, had minimal interaction with this co-worker and didn't know much at all about her family or her mother. When I asked my friends if I should attend or not, everybody said no. They said that I didn't need to, that they wouldn't, etc. However, I decided to go. I wanted the woman in my office to know that even though I hadn't know her for long, I cared, and that her WHOLE team had come out to support her, not just the ones who it may have been more obligatory for. Even though I was really unsure and nervous about it, I went, I sat alone in the synagogue (somewhere I had never been inside of before). I smiled at her as she processed out with her family. I was supportive with my presence the best I could be. Other people may not have gone to the services, but I did because thats the kind of person I am. I consider that to be being considerate.

The point of this post, although its taken a while to get here, is that I CAN'T STAND inconsiderate people. People who only think about themselves. People who can't be bothered to lift a finger to do something for the good of another... whether it be throw some coins in a homeless person's cup, wash the extra dishes in the sink, say a supportive word when someone is having a bad day, or invite someone to join who is discluded. People like this are people that make my skin crawl when I'm around them and are people that I'll never be able to get along with.

The End.

I apologize for such a lame ass post after so much nothing... I'll try and do better in the future!

Move, bitch, get out the way.

With my recent trips every weekend coupled with my 25 minute each way daily commute, I’ve been spending a lot of time in my car lately. This excess interaction with my lovely little 92 Honda Accord that I bought when I was a junior in high school has created a few effects.

First of all, I’ve developed some severe road rage. And I mean severe. For most of my driving history my horn has remained pretty much untouched. Nowadays though, I have the urge to hold it down until my thumbs burn holes straight through. I’ve started to literally shout things at people driving slow ahead of me while alone in my car. I’ve even resorted to giving cars the finger as I pass them on the highway!

I’ve just never felt this intense road rage before! Anybody that gets in my way, I want to plow into them and then punch them in the face and then keep driving. When people are in the lane all the way to the left and driving 70 mph it infuriates me. Yes, I understand that the speed limit is 65 on major highways and yes I realize that 70 mph is technically driving fast and that if I’m driving faster than that it may not be the best decision. BUT when people just sit in the left lane going a steady 70, I want to kill them. JUST MOVE OVER. Why do they feel the need to just sit there and have people move to the middle/right lane to go around them? MOVE OVER.

It especially makes me mad if it is a 2-lane highway and two cars will just sit going around 70 right next to each other so I can’t move around them. Seriously, people need to get a clue and realize that me riding their ass isn’t because I want to analyze their license plate. I am doing that to give you a hint to get the fuck out of my way before I rear end you and push you out of the way. Sometimes I feel like people are trying to make it their job to regulate the speed limit on the highway so they sit in the left lane at 70. But what I have to say to that is, if I want to speed, I’m going to speed, so just don’t be a douche bag and move so that I don’t have to make it MY JOB to rip my steering wheel out of my car and throw it at you.

With that all being said, let it be known that I am still a big pussy. I’ve held back my horn honking urges almost completely (only a few times have I honked a tiny bit). My shouting in the car is never while looking at a fellow driver and would probably be mistaken by anybody that noticed as me singing along. And whenever I am flipping someone off, I do it holding my hand low so that nobody can see it (it just gives me satisfaction to do it).

A few weeks ago I heard some story about how a guy got so pissed off in traffic he got out of his car with a giant gun and shot a ton of people. Shit like that TERRIFIES me and I don’t want to get caught up in a situation like that so I don’t want to piss others off while driving. So I still am really careful to contain my road rage, or at least not let other drivers know that I want to side swipe them and leave them in a ditch.

Another result of my driving, specifically my commute, is that I now recognize all of the tollbooth workers. I know what time (approximately) the shifts change, which days of the week I can expect to see certain people, and which booth certain people will be in. I’ve gotten so used to the routine that this morning I was totally thrown off when the usual older man who is there on my way to work wasn’t! Since I see these people regularly, I’ve gotten the urge to ask them their names. Would that be weird? I feel like it totally would but I just think that my morning and their mornings would be so much more enjoyable if when I drove through I was able to say, “Good morning Joe! How are the kids?” Instead of just, “Thanks!” and driving away. I think I just might give it a whirl and see how it goes.

And lets go full disclosure here and I’ll be totally honest with you internet world… I sort of have a crush on one of the tollbooth workers. He is kind of cute and I may or may not have slight daydreams about him. Nothing real serious, because all I know of him is the 15 seconds it takes me every day to drive through the toll. But I started to think that I dunno… maybe one day instead of just handing me the ticket, he slips me a note along with the ticket telling me about how he waits all morning for me to drive through and then spends the rest of the day wondering about where I was driving to, what I do, and who I spend my days with. Then I would start writing him little notes back and find out about his life. We’d have this romantic courting relationship through love notes but our face to face reaction would be limited and we’d be torn from each other’s gaze due to lines of honking cars behind me as I was forced to press on the gas and drive away from him yet again.

Hey a girl can daydream can’t she?