Day 119: Tan Lines and Tall People…

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This past few days there have been contractors in and out of our apartment, doing work to our air conditioning units.

They all range in age, colour, weight, personality, and trade. Some of them are quite pleasant while others are not so – but I generally try to stay out of their way anyways because they are doing important work that allows me to feel like a human and not a melting freeze pop that is basically just squishy juice in a plastic tube. 

Today I thought a good way to stay out of their way would be to go and read my book outside in the sunshine. This way they would be able to work uninterrupted and I could get some sunshine and fresh air! 

I was 100% wrong. 

Today was so freaking hot outside I considered coming back inside to put anti-persperant on the insides of my knees. 

At one point I was sure that I would have to immerse myself in an ice bath upon entering the apartment again – contractors be damned! 

Undeterred though, I stepped outside and grabbed a lounge chair to sit myself in the direct sunlight with my phone, keys, and book. 

Needless to say after an hour in the direct sunlight I’ve had what seemed to be burnt retinas, burning hot keys, an overheated phone, some burning shoes, and some awesome tan lines that will be cherished since I do not get to frolick in the golden source of life vey often. 

I came inside and opted for a light lunch of cookies and cream ice cream because the thought of hot food depressed me and it was damn good. 

That’s about all that’s happened to me today. 

I’m pooped and still feeling a little thirsty so it’s time for some sleep! 

Good night good people of the planet. 

– The One With Cherishable Tan Lines 

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Day 118: Sunday and Books. 

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Today I put my book nerdiness to the test and started a book in the morning and finished it in the early evening.

This is of course between periodic naps, cooking, eating, and watching some Netflix marathons – oh, and more online apartment hunting. 

I like to think this was the highlight of my day because the book was hilarious and exactly what I needed on a Sunday afternoon off. 

The only thing that would have made it better would be to sit poolside with a cocktail or in a vast, silent library where the air smells of history and slightly like mildew.. Perhaps wood polish. 

There’s apparently no happy medium between Malibu reader me and Beauty in the Beast Belle me. And such is my life… 

I decided to be a boring human being because of the past few days of partying and working and generally just being a busy human. 

It’s really quite exhausting. 

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to pick another book and start it before bed. 

– The One Who’s Possibilities Await Her! 

Days 102, 103, and 104: The One About The Entire Weekend!

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This weekend was one of the better ones I’ve ever had and I couldn’t have done it without the help of my friends, family, feline child, and nirvana on earth bed. 

Friday began normally enough, I worked a shift at the cafe and went out to dinner with a coworker afterward. Can I just share with all of you the pure genius that is having friends in coworkers? Seriously, they’re the only people who will ever know exactly what you’re going through, they will always be in on the joke, and they will always take your side over a customers unless you are 100% completely useless and wrong. In which case, you’re most likely not employed and your skill set does not include the “ability to work well with others”. Afterwards I attended a birthday event that was even more laughs and the night ended with my tired but accomplished feetsies, a slice of drunken pizza (which is the best pizza – ever), and me melting into my mattress and passing out before I could properly consider the idea of writing a blog post. 

Saturday was genius because I slept about 75% of the day awake and only got up to pee and snack on something occasionally. I did my laundry earlier in the week and that basically why I was able to snuggle my cat and nap in the sunlight with her. The night held more coworkers and friends and a whole other host of laughs and although I didn’t get any drunken pizza – I did still pass out happily without blogging because when you’re happy, apparently people find that boring. 

Today, Sunday, was spent eating copious amounts of delicious food and basically pampering myself while catching up on TV shows, books, and some much needed R&R before beginning the next work week. I saw my parents briefly and took them out to dinner, and I honestly think it’s something I’ll start doingn more often because although I don’t live with them anymore, I still need to check up on them and what not. My need to feel connected to my family is probably the reason why I make it a point to call my sisters at least once a week and see my parents as often as possible.

 I love my family, I love my friends, and I love that they have all had a part in making me the person I am today. 

That’s all I have for now, folks! In a plot twist of epic proportions – I’m going to bed early for my opening shift tomorrow. I’m gonna get some real sleep. 

Bonne Nuit!! 

– The One Who Is All About Her “People”

Day 73: The One I Fell Asleep… 6/11/2015

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I totally failed at posting this on the day that it was supposed to be posted on but I was simply too tired, apparently, because I passed out in the middle of writing. That being said, I’ll continue to post what should have been Thursday’s post because a lot of things happened!! 

… Pretending it’s still Thursday.

I scored the day off today so that I could go and witness the greatness that is my cousin Nonor Annnnnnne graduate from college! As I’ve already told her, (and about everyone else I’ve encountered) I’m extremely proud of her and I cannot wait to see what she does in the future. 

As we all know though, graduation ceremonies aren’t all that glamorous to attend. In fact, they’re pretty much one of the worst things ever. 

You get up early to make yourself look presentable to people who, let’s face it, probably still look better than you or could give two whether or not you look good. And then, you inevitably rush even if you’re early – for some very odd reason. 

Unless you’ve gotten there a good 2-3 hours prior to the event, you and your party are stuck in the back because the front rows are jam packed with people who are in smaller groups and have better time management. 

You either get a venue that is much too small, much too big, much too hot, or – ridiculously, “I’m glad I’m wearing a bra, where is the draft still coming from” cold. I was wearing a dress (black, what else?) and I was freezing! On the nicest day of the week, I was freezing my buns off. 

Anyways, the speeches were a little misguided although I could be bias because I am a writer and I feel as though if they would have let me edit some points it would have gone over more smoothly. 

The TelePrompTer was displaying all the lines of speech to the audience on the big screen and at one point it read “a dick evacuation” as “education”…. Good times, good times. 

My cousin was one of the first to graduate so we had to endure the remainder of graduates in order to see the closing ceremonies. I don’t want to complain about this though because some of those fellas were not bad to look at. No complaints here. 

Gosh I’m a terrible human being. 

Afterwards, I received news that my eldest sister finally had her baby! That’s right folks, I have a new nephew in this world and I can’t wait to see what he’s into. I want him to be a writer! But I won’t be (too) mad if he turns out to be something else. I’m looking into baby learning stationary as we speak. No I’m not. Yes I am. I’m crazy… 

Congratulations to the new parents! Mazel Tov! L’Chaim. 

*this is where I fell asleep*

After the most of exciting days, we all settled in for an AYCE sushi dinner at our favourite place because it’s so close to home, they have their shit together, and they’re always able to accommodate our huge parties. 

I ate waaaaaaay too much.

I finished it off with ice cream. 

(I’m lactose intolerant) 

I went and bought an ice cream cake for the graduate after the sushi ice cream dessert and went home and ate that too. 

…. It was an interesting night. 

Anyhow, that’s all I’ve got for you folks! Until Friday’s post. 

– The One Who Eats Too Many Milk Products Willingly 

Day 53:  C’est la Vie!

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Today was a good day. 

I woke up early and had breakfast with Travis (best friend, comic book nerd, mathematical genius, professional flash hands-er, prettiest princess at the ball, personal human pet cat, more than mediocre gift giver, Diablo 3 indulger, kitty friend guardian, tropical adventurer, ferociously nervous feline wrangler, badass tattoo owner, and part-time makeup removal specialist) because he took my keys and let himself out of the building last night so that I didn’t have to go outside in the cold – that’s commitment to friendship! 

After which I took a nap, read some more Mindy Kaling, spent some quality time with the birthday girl (my cat child is 3 years old today – I’m a mom to a tiny grown up!), did some laundry, went to the gym, got my nails done and then got ready for a night out with friends. 

Dinner was great – pasta, yum! And dessert was divine. Cookie sundae? YAS! But I suppose this is the part where I’m supposed to say that the company was the real treat? 

Anyways – the evening was great. And I’m glad I did it because I don’t get out nearly enough. 

The whole day was a productive success but I’m still stuck on one particular aspect… 

My nails seem to have adopted this baby pink colour… 

They’re nearly fluorescent… 

I’m basically a Malibu Barbie – Asian edition. 

Where’s my Ken, dream house, and professional job? 

What the hell happened here?!

I’ll tell you what happened! 

Okay so, maybe I was in the wrong for coming in an hour and a half before you closed and asking if you had time to do a full mani/pedi. 

Maybe it was wrong of me to see you were busy and believe you when you said you “had time”… 

Perhaps it was my own oversight that I didn’t make an appointment earlier in the day. 

But for the love of God, woman! Do not basically force me into a colour I do not approve of because the one that I want would take an extra 2 coats to apply. Do not rush me into making a decision when you lost my colour choice in the first place. And do not rush my manicure because your kids are without supervision and you need to go home ASAP. 

Sure, I would’ve been upset if you told me you had no time today… But I would’ve gotten over it and moved on. 

I would not have ended up with a colour called “Kiss Me I’m Brazilian” painted on my nails which I am  now stuck with for the next two weeks. 

Next time I ask for “Bubble Bath” please don’t advise against it because it is “too natural looking”. That’s what I liked about it. 

I can see my nails in the dark! 

Okay, no I can’t – but my eyes suck and I don’t have my glasses on. 

Beware of the manicurist in a rush! 

– The One Who Would be A Ridiculously Shaped Barbie Doll  

Day 45: Reasons Why I’m a Bad Mom (Cat Edition)

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RWBY (previously referred to as Echo, kitty friend, and feline child) is without a doubt the highlight of my life at the moment. She is the first encounter I have in the morning, the last one before I go to bed, my all nighter buddy when I’m doing homework, and the one I can always count on to show me her butt… Although, I’m not too sure if the last one belongs in the ‘advantages’ column?

Anyways, tonight Travis (best friend, comic book nerd, mathematical genius, professional flash hands-er, prettiest princess at the ball, personal human pet cat, more than mediocre gift giver, Diablo 3 indulger, kitty friend guardian, tropical adventurer, and ferociously nervous feline wrangler) and I decided it was time to clip RWBY’s claws a little because she had been leaving a mark on the carpets, the couches, and the backs of my hands when she got a little too excited during playtime.

It was all supposed to be very simple.

Step One: make the cat trust you enough to approach her.

Step Two: set the kitty in a comfortable position on your lap.

Step Three: set a towel over her head like she’s some kind of hostile hostage about to be taken into questioning for committing a national crime and hold it there while you clip away the only defense she has against this cold, cruel, cruel world!

…. Needless to say, I failed at Step Three and now I’m effectively going to go to PetsMart and getting my feline child a paw manicure… paw-micure?

They are going to take her in for a short period of time while I shop for a new collar and such, clip her nails, bathe her, tell her she’s pretty, and become the evil people that won’t let her do her ‘au naturale’, womanly look.

There is no good reason why Mommy has to be the bad guy in that particular situation!

Travis (best friend, comic book nerd, mathematical genius, professional flash hands-er, prettiest princess at the ball, personal human pet cat, more than mediocre gift giver, Diablo 3 indulger, kitty friend guardian, tropical adventurer, and ferociously nervous feline wrangler) is currently behind me trying to cut her claws because apparently he’s braver than I am…

**10 minutes later**

She didn’t take too kindly to the idea, so we’re just gonna call a spade a spade and make an appointment for Wednesday afternoon. Brilliant!

– The Bad Kitty Mother… And I Don’t Mean That In A Sexy Way…

P.S. he’s gonna try and make me make another attempt at it and I don’t like it but I suppose I’ll try.

P.P.S. I FINISHED SCHOOL TODAY! After blogging last night, this morning…early today? I set out to edit the paper a couple of more times before turning in for the night. I fell asleep around 5am and my alarm had me up at 830am so I could do a couple more reads before pressing print and travelling all the way to school to press the freshly printed sheets into my profs waiting hands.

It was quite the struggle, I got lost a few times because the campus I’m on is so. damn. large. but I made it, and I handed it in, and I’m so happy but that could also be the fatigue setting in.

Instead of going straight home to sleep, I travelled to Travis’ place of employment and ended up staying there for quite a bit of time before going on a short shopping spree and then coming home to read some of the book I’d purchased.

I can’t wait for the rest of the summer if this is what it looks like.

Day 38: The Art of the “R” Bomb

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Urban Dictionary defines the term “R Bomb” as the following:

“To read a message, and not respond, or ignore, usually with intention”.

I’d like to point out that as a Professional Writing and English major my grammar isn’t always on point, nor are my sentences perfectly structured, but I had to read that definition more than once to deduct that was ill conceived and if all else fails in the field — I can always get a job with Urban Dictionary.

Anyways, moving away from poor grammar and into texting (ha, see what I did there? Because texting is considered the leading form of language death and…yeah, whatever)…

I have a confession to make and this is a big one. I, Noelle De Vera, am a master at the RBOMB. I do it all the time, and honestly if I do not need to talk to you or I simply do not feel like it – I will completely bypass your message and respond when I see fit… IF I ever see fit.

I’m perfectly pleasant and a little passive aggressive about it. If you say “hey” a million times and I have ignored you or simply forgotten about answering your message you might get a response akin to “hey! I’m so sorry – I was __________”. Or if you write a long winded message that probably took you a few minutes to type out and then a few extra minutes to proofread and edit I might take a few hours to think about what I’d like to say, especially if you’re hoping for a positive response and I’m only willing to give an honest one. In response, you will get a long winded message that I too have edited and thought out – but the difference here is I ignored you for so long because I felt the need to prolong our friendship – even for a few hours.

I RBOMB people like it’s nobody’s business – a little less over text than I do over Facebook Chat, WhatsApp, and Snapchat…but hey, I’m a work in progress.

My problem is that people generally text me when they have an issue or a question they wish to ask me right in that moment and because I’m at work so often I don’t get around to seeing the message unless I’m on break or finished my shift. By that time, the message is rendered either irrelevant or you’ve gotten so fed up with waiting that you sought out the answer in a different place.

Snapchats are all about showing off – everyone knows that. So, I watch the 1- second picture sideshows and go about my day because I simply have nothing special to send pictures about. I will give Snapchat this though, it’s a lot easier to do while inebriated than texting is. There are times when autocorrect can’t even help me and my goodness it’s a relief to know that I can drunkenly send a picture of my face and the person on the other end of the conversation will just get it.

My attitude toward being RBOMB’d varies, however.

I will text you the second I have something to ask you. I will wait a good 5 minutes for a response and then I will message you again. After that I will ask someone else if they have the answer to my question and if they do not have it I will text you again. If this doesn’t work, I will either give up or call you and hang up as soon as you pick up so I know you’ve checked your phone.

I don’t care if you respond to my message.

I just need to know you’ve read it.

If the last few months have taught me anything, it’s that sometimes I say things that honestly leave little to be said in response or that people just have no response for.

You see, folks – I like to finish things that I’ve started. Apparently.

I can’t remember the last time I honestly just messaged someone because I felt like talking to them.

I miss conversations like those.

But I stopped having them because I got tired of being RBOMB’d.

Somewhere along the line, I took up a habit of doing the exact same thing.

ITS A DISEASE.

Just because I do it a lot doesn’t mean I like having it done to me. If I take the time to respoInd to your texts right away you’ve reached a level in my life where you’re more important than work, my customers, my job integrity, and my overall image as an upstanding employee.

If you’ve reached that level, Mazel Tov, L’Chaim and good lineage to you and yours.

I’m going to bury my face in a book until my Feline Child demands I turn off the light.

– The Master RBOMB-er

P.S. I’ve realized my book is in my purse all the way in the other room so therefore I will now just go to sleep.