Flipflops in the Rain


you say goodbye, and i say hello
July 17, 2012, 2:05 pm
Filed under: geek chic, obscure pop culture references, perfectly impossible

Good news: I’m going to start blogging again!

Bad(?) news: I’ve been dragging my flipflops on this decision for awhile, but I’m moving to a new site. If you want to follow me on my new adventures, you’ll have to update your favorites bar and resubscribe at http://achicknamedcarl.wordpress.com.

 

 

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the lazy girl’s guide to being creative
November 12, 2010, 1:41 am
Filed under: obscure pop culture references, party star, sporty spice

my creativity is on hiatus. case in point: i was a ZOMBIE for halloween. ugh. I disgust myself.

to be fair, I was really a zombie school girl, and I told everyone I was “britney’s career.” i also originally planned to go as miss piggy, but then wore the costume early, drank too many jello shots and lost my pig nose.

irregardless.

help me get my brain juices flowing again. how can i be creative without having to really do anything? i don’t have time for arts and crafts and shiz, yo.

 

p.s. for those keeping track at home, i am NOT running the half marathon in two weeks. it’s a long story, but it mostly boils down to shin splints and knee problems and it being really, really cold outside in november.

 



as my favorite boy band would say, ‘bye bye bye’

if all goes well, i’m on a plane with my (drugged-up) cat, and i’m headed back to washington state, and we’re both peacefully sleeping in anticipation of a long week of settling into our new home.

if all goes horribly, horribly wrong, i’m at the airport with my (whiny, hungry, angry and drugged-up) cat, and i’m hoping the flight’s not delayed for too much longer because i’m emotionally drained, and people are glaring at me, and i just want a drink, but it’s too early and it’s weird to bring a cat into the airport bar.

either way, my time as a virginia resident has come to a close.



i avoided the cliche postal service reference here — you’re welcome.

the movers are here. they’re packing up my stuff, and i’m blogging and watching step 2 and trying not to cry.

i’ve been able to keep my emotions in check a lot better than i ever would’ve expected during the past few weeks (minus the incident where i threw my jack down and fled the room at my birthday party this weekend, but that’s beside the point). i attribute this to the fact that i’m incredibly excited to begin a new adventure and that i’m confident that moving back west is the best decision for me at the moment. i also attribute it to the fact that i have the most amazing, wonderful, awesome friends in d.c., and they’ve held my hand every step of the way.

but now, it’s just me and my cat and some anonymous movers and lots of cardboard boxes in a house that’s echoing from the emptiness on the walls. the move is finally real. and i’m really, really sad.

d.c., i’ll miss you and the cherry blossoms and the thunderstorms and the brunches and the dance parties and even the super-annoying tourists. but because some of the best people in the world still live here, i know i’ll be back to visit soon. and for that, i’m really, really happy.

/end emoliciousness. (and pithy/coffeeonwheels, i didn’t cry while writing this. fyi.)



and the dundie for best last day of work goes to…

…well, no one really. it would’ve gone to me if my boss hadn’t gotten me too drunk to drive home. who stays in the office past 5 p.m. on their LAST DAY?

this girl.

(at least i get to see maxie‘s pretty face one last time.)



if you don’t know, now you know…

sometimes i think about starting a specialized blog. one that’s slightly more focused than my attention span, so you lovely readers will think that i’m an expert in some area or another. maybe.

but then i think about what i know. not cooking. not fashion. not photography.  i don’t really know anything cool. in fact, i know the opposite of cool.

i know guilty pleasures.

case in point: my dear friend maxie posted a link to ashlee simpson today, and i went positively giddy. now, i know what you’re thinking, “ashlee simpson sucks.” and sure, she does a little. but she’s SO. CATCHY. in fact, i started listening to her this morning, and now i can’t get her outta my head (see what i did there?). i kinda love her. if that makes me wrong, i don’t wanna be right (and all those other cliches that justify my musical taste). did anyone else watch her reality show? i JUST DISCOVERED IT’S ONLINE!!! life equals made. (Update: it is in fact NOT online — it’s just a bunch of episode recaps. life equals sad — and also teaches me that i should research before i hit the publish button.)

anyway, i have a lot of secret shame. Uggs? own them, love them — back off! sleep with a teddy bear? Only when my cat’s ignoring me — shut up! guilty-pleasures-wise though, i think the majority of my shame comes from teen soaps and pop music. and that’s just really not interesting. sad, but not interesting.

i don’t really know what the point of this post was other than confessing my illicit love affair with ashlee simpson’s music. which, again, is sad, but not interesting.



i’m chuck bass

no. no, i’m not. and i don’t need a search engine to tell me that.

people who are finding my blog by searching “I’M CHUCK BASS,” what the heck is going on in your little heads? please enlighten me. while yes, he’s completely awesome, he’s also COMPLETELY FICTIONAL. why would you want to be someone who doesn’t even exist?

now if you’ll excuse me, i need to get back to google searching “i’m kristen bell.” because at least she’s real.



my cat joined twitter today.

for those of you who follow my tweets, you may have seen an explosion in pet talk today.

a seemingly harmless suggestion to follow another pet led to my cat magically creating an account with the sole purpose of taunting and harassing my friends and me.  (examples: “@flipflopsinrain Who says I’m alone? The raccoons are taking turns mating on your pillow.” or “my mommeh could kick the refried beans out of your mommehs ass.”)

i am not writing these tweets. i didn’t even create the account. i find this a little unsettling, especially since my cat seems to be a pretty superb artist, in between surfing icanhazcheeseburger.

i’m finally going crazy, aren’t i?

a shout out to the other free-spirited creatures who joined twitter today: Kismet, Just a Girl‘s “borderline retarded chihuahua with a serious thing for blankets,” and Nutsak, Pithy‘s one-eyed kitteh. you animals are smarter than the average bear… and that scares me.



california will be a sight for these weary eyes…

yeah, yeah, i hate october. wah, wah, wah.

but this year, i’ve been counting down the days because tomorrow… I’M GOING TO CALIFORNIA!!

hello, sunshine, celebrities* and cool ocean breeze. mommy’s missed you.

*i’ll be in the audience for both chelsea lately and the tonight show with conan o’brien. and!!! kristen bell, my very favorite, will be a guest on conan one of the days i have tickets (Oct. 6, Maxie — watch it…)!!! it’s 50-50 whether i’ll be able to attend that day, but since i’m kind of a psycho celeb stalker**, i at least know she’ll be in town while i’m there…

**and by stalker, i mean, I’m not. please don’t get a restraining order. (because i know kristen and her agent totally read this.)