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Staying warm <3

Staying warm <3

"aww friend its okay!" -the art of justifying unjustifiable actions.

Last night my roommate told me her boyfriend was coming to pick her up. It’s a three hour commute, she’ll miss one class and two work days..my response? “Ooh good I knew you were feeling sad!”

I am an enabler. I back up my friends, no matter how long I’ve known them, no matter what they do.

When my best friend told me she had drunk text her boss and was embarrassed I proceeded to tell her a story of mine that made her look like the queen of appropriate behavior and me look like a slob, followed by a *hug* smiley face.

After my friend passed out in a bar I told her it was “okay because she had a long week and was probably just tired” when in reality IT IS NOT OKAY TO PASS OUT IN PUBLIC. While I don’t have the best track record downtown I know that if I saw anyone other than a member of my hot girl posse falling asleep in a bar I would sneer and tell her friends to take her home.

I can’t help but wonder whether or not this is something that I will grow out of. But to be honest I can picture myself being 30 years old justifying my kids missing school with excuses like “well you were absent at allll last week honey”.  Enabling!

We flirt with our coworkers and drink too much, fall for boys who ignore us and ditch class. But all I ever say is “aww it’s alright… (Insert excuse)”.  My friends and I joke about my commitment to being an enabler and know that I’m their girl to go to when they do something silly or need some reassurance that whatever behavior they did I’ll tell them it’s cool. Plus I’d bet my bottom dollar that they’ll do the same to make sure I can save some face when put into shitty situations.

As I sit starring at my cell phone waiting for a call or text my bestie will say “I’m sure he’s in the shower”, “he probably lost his phone”, “maybe he’s working out”, and other excuses that have been pulled straight from our crazy girl imagination. Most likely they aren’t showering or at the gym; they’re just not texting back.  

After the instantaneous gratitude we feel for taking care of each other’s ego and making sure we never feel the need to say sorry for our behavior I wonder if these actions are hurting us more than we realize.

How would I respond if I was waiting on a text back and my roommate said “dude he probably doesn’t like you”—would I cry? Pretend like I didn’t hear her? Or maybe something in my head would snap and I would stop wasting my time.

Perhaps when my friend told me she passed out in the bar instead of commending her party girl skills I told her to lock it up neither of us would do it anymore.

One day we’ll look back and laugh at the silly things we did when we were “growing up” but I’m not entirely sure how justifying every decision we make and every word that comes out of our mouths will allow us to learn from our mistakes.

Maybe the choices that require an excuse will start happening less and less naturally.. Until then i guess I’ll just wait for my grown up brain to get out of the shower so it can text me a clue.

"cross your legs, dot your I’s and never let ‘em see you cry" -miranda lambert.

a lesson in loving where you’re from :)

I’ve never really had school spirit. I thought it was lame.. Yeah yeah, I was an Eagle just like mom in high school. I knew I was supposed to hate the Tigers and love BHS athletics, whatever. But when I got to college, I didn’t have to love anything. I could go to the football games or not and no one would notice. My first semester in college I preferred to just go to the tail gates before a football game or two then head home and you can forget about basketball or baseball season!

But this semester marks a mile stone in my life, an epiphany if you will. It is the first time in my life that I am excited for a college sports game. I’ll be cheering for a mascot that less than a week ago I wasnt sure what it was.

I started off my college career at New Mexico State in Las Cruces so I was an Aggie, this semester I spent at Georgetown as a Bulldog and in the Spring I will transfer to University of New Mexico and take on the shape of NMSU’s rival, the Lobo. But this college basketball season I’ll be cheering for the North Carolina Tar Heels. Yeah, yeah I know they’re predicted to be number one and have won a ton of championships but I promise I’m not jumping on the UNC bandwagon just because they’re a winning team.

I met a friend of mine who attends UNC in August and one of the first things I remember about him is how proud he was of where he was from. I cannot remember once in my life bragging that I was an Aggie and I never dawned an ‘Aggie for Life’ sweatshirt or chanted against the Lobos (or any other team for that matter), and I thought I was getting along just fine. I thought it was silly how much he loved his school, childish even.

Then my friend and I started talking, he told me that his father went to UNC, as well as his older sister. If you look through his Facebook you can find photos of a little 6 year old Tar Heel fan wearing a UNC t shirt that he probably has the same version of today, just in a bigger size.  

As I spent more time with him I found out that he attends EVERY game, which aren’t free, like most universities. He seriously And loves this team and even though he’s never talked about a losing season, he would probably cheer for them in the worst of times. I wouldn’t be surprised if the boy literally bled Tar Heel blue.

I’ve listen to his stories of his dad sitting on the side lines watching Michael Jordan play for the 1982 national championship and how all of his friends enter a lottery each semester hoping to get their hands on tickets. He has lucky shirts for game days and drinking “tricks” for when the Tar Heels start to slip up.

I started to want to know the names of the players and found myself asking him how the UNC fight song goes and which other players made it to the NBA other than MJ. His enthusiasm and passion for his university was exciting. Along with excitement, his awesome stories had a tendency of leaving me feeling embarrassed. All I have to compensate with all his team’s stories and history was drunken half-memories of my friends and I partying at tail gates. It was pathetic.

So starting tonight I’ll cheer on UNC basketball. Being the true fan that he is, he was able to find a Tar Heel bar here in Washington DC. And while I might not be an actual Tar Heel I’m happy that this team and my UNC friend opened my eyes to having serious pride in where you’re from. 

I’m excited to be excited about the game and I really do hope that they win. I don’t think I’ll ever be on the same level as my proud Tar Heel friend, who has told me that he wants to conceive his children on days when UNC wins national championships (not kidding), but I guess it’s worth a shot.

And next year? The UNM Lobos might not have as impressive (or even close) of a record as UNC but I’ll be there howling with the rest of the crowd cheering for not just the athletes but for where I’m from.

i'm an intern.

WTOP is a radio news station in DC, i’ve gotten the awesome opportunity to intern here this semester!

photo by john drysdale-&#8220;my greatest friend&#8221;

photo by john drysdale-“my greatest friend”

you do not need a boy to be happy! ..if you realize that now it will save you years of heartache…

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06.01.09

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Staying warm <3

"aww friend its okay!" -the art of justifying unjustifiable actions.

Last night my roommate told me her boyfriend was coming to pick her up. It’s a three hour commute, she’ll miss one class and two work days..my response? “Ooh good I knew you were feeling sad!”

I am an enabler. I back up my friends, no matter how long I’ve known them, no matter what they do.

When my best friend told me she had drunk text her boss and was embarrassed I proceeded to tell her a story of mine that made her look like the queen of appropriate behavior and me look like a slob, followed by a *hug* smiley face.

After my friend passed out in a bar I told her it was “okay because she had a long week and was probably just tired” when in reality IT IS NOT OKAY TO PASS OUT IN PUBLIC. While I don’t have the best track record downtown I know that if I saw anyone other than a member of my hot girl posse falling asleep in a bar I would sneer and tell her friends to take her home.

I can’t help but wonder whether or not this is something that I will grow out of. But to be honest I can picture myself being 30 years old justifying my kids missing school with excuses like “well you were absent at allll last week honey”.  Enabling!

We flirt with our coworkers and drink too much, fall for boys who ignore us and ditch class. But all I ever say is “aww it’s alright… (Insert excuse)”.  My friends and I joke about my commitment to being an enabler and know that I’m their girl to go to when they do something silly or need some reassurance that whatever behavior they did I’ll tell them it’s cool. Plus I’d bet my bottom dollar that they’ll do the same to make sure I can save some face when put into shitty situations.

As I sit starring at my cell phone waiting for a call or text my bestie will say “I’m sure he’s in the shower”, “he probably lost his phone”, “maybe he’s working out”, and other excuses that have been pulled straight from our crazy girl imagination. Most likely they aren’t showering or at the gym; they’re just not texting back.  

After the instantaneous gratitude we feel for taking care of each other’s ego and making sure we never feel the need to say sorry for our behavior I wonder if these actions are hurting us more than we realize.

How would I respond if I was waiting on a text back and my roommate said “dude he probably doesn’t like you”—would I cry? Pretend like I didn’t hear her? Or maybe something in my head would snap and I would stop wasting my time.

Perhaps when my friend told me she passed out in the bar instead of commending her party girl skills I told her to lock it up neither of us would do it anymore.

One day we’ll look back and laugh at the silly things we did when we were “growing up” but I’m not entirely sure how justifying every decision we make and every word that comes out of our mouths will allow us to learn from our mistakes.

Maybe the choices that require an excuse will start happening less and less naturally.. Until then i guess I’ll just wait for my grown up brain to get out of the shower so it can text me a clue.

"cross your legs, dot your I’s and never let ‘em see you cry" -miranda lambert.

a lesson in loving where you’re from :)

I’ve never really had school spirit. I thought it was lame.. Yeah yeah, I was an Eagle just like mom in high school. I knew I was supposed to hate the Tigers and love BHS athletics, whatever. But when I got to college, I didn’t have to love anything. I could go to the football games or not and no one would notice. My first semester in college I preferred to just go to the tail gates before a football game or two then head home and you can forget about basketball or baseball season!

But this semester marks a mile stone in my life, an epiphany if you will. It is the first time in my life that I am excited for a college sports game. I’ll be cheering for a mascot that less than a week ago I wasnt sure what it was.

I started off my college career at New Mexico State in Las Cruces so I was an Aggie, this semester I spent at Georgetown as a Bulldog and in the Spring I will transfer to University of New Mexico and take on the shape of NMSU’s rival, the Lobo. But this college basketball season I’ll be cheering for the North Carolina Tar Heels. Yeah, yeah I know they’re predicted to be number one and have won a ton of championships but I promise I’m not jumping on the UNC bandwagon just because they’re a winning team.

I met a friend of mine who attends UNC in August and one of the first things I remember about him is how proud he was of where he was from. I cannot remember once in my life bragging that I was an Aggie and I never dawned an ‘Aggie for Life’ sweatshirt or chanted against the Lobos (or any other team for that matter), and I thought I was getting along just fine. I thought it was silly how much he loved his school, childish even.

Then my friend and I started talking, he told me that his father went to UNC, as well as his older sister. If you look through his Facebook you can find photos of a little 6 year old Tar Heel fan wearing a UNC t shirt that he probably has the same version of today, just in a bigger size.  

As I spent more time with him I found out that he attends EVERY game, which aren’t free, like most universities. He seriously And loves this team and even though he’s never talked about a losing season, he would probably cheer for them in the worst of times. I wouldn’t be surprised if the boy literally bled Tar Heel blue.

I’ve listen to his stories of his dad sitting on the side lines watching Michael Jordan play for the 1982 national championship and how all of his friends enter a lottery each semester hoping to get their hands on tickets. He has lucky shirts for game days and drinking “tricks” for when the Tar Heels start to slip up.

I started to want to know the names of the players and found myself asking him how the UNC fight song goes and which other players made it to the NBA other than MJ. His enthusiasm and passion for his university was exciting. Along with excitement, his awesome stories had a tendency of leaving me feeling embarrassed. All I have to compensate with all his team’s stories and history was drunken half-memories of my friends and I partying at tail gates. It was pathetic.

So starting tonight I’ll cheer on UNC basketball. Being the true fan that he is, he was able to find a Tar Heel bar here in Washington DC. And while I might not be an actual Tar Heel I’m happy that this team and my UNC friend opened my eyes to having serious pride in where you’re from. 

I’m excited to be excited about the game and I really do hope that they win. I don’t think I’ll ever be on the same level as my proud Tar Heel friend, who has told me that he wants to conceive his children on days when UNC wins national championships (not kidding), but I guess it’s worth a shot.

And next year? The UNM Lobos might not have as impressive (or even close) of a record as UNC but I’ll be there howling with the rest of the crowd cheering for not just the athletes but for where I’m from.

i'm an intern.

WTOP is a radio news station in DC, i’ve gotten the awesome opportunity to intern here this semester!

photo by john drysdale-&#8220;my greatest friend&#8221;

photo by john drysdale-“my greatest friend”

you do not need a boy to be happy! ..if you realize that now it will save you years of heartache…

my pretty sister

06.01.09

"aww friend its okay!" -the art of justifying unjustifiable actions.
a lesson in loving where you’re from :)
"you do not need a boy to be happy! ..if you realize that now it will save you years of heartache…"

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