So I Must Talk About The Bachelorette

I'm kind of lacking in blogspiration today, so I'm just gonna give in to the fact that I kiiiiinda want to blog about last night's Bachelorette.

Frank, I'm gonna be frank (har har): your intensity is only proving my theory that you're gonna pull a fast one on Ali. Further proof? Well, you know, just ABC giving the whole thing away in the previews after last night's episode. Bad move, ABC. Bad. Move.

Roberto. Oh, Roberto. You can do no wrong, and after last night, apparently neither can your body. I have the same name as the woman you're wooing and I spell it the same way too (not to mention I'm also blonde with freckles), so if you want, feel free to leave her, get your tight little tush over here and teach me how to Flamenco dance. Or drink wine with me, then teach me how to Flamenco dance, as I'm sure I will be more willing to learn after a few glasses.

Okay, Chris L. (though why you're still referred to as Chris L. is beyond me, since you're now the only Chris left on the show), listen. You're exactly my type. Roberto's everyone's type, which is why I propositioned him moments ago. But you, sir, are my type. Not Ali's type, my type. I see why that last sentence might have been a bit confusing, but trust me, okay?

Hey Kirk. You're cute and all (and earned major points with my sister and I when you put a sick Ali to bed), but you kind of remind me of a boy at the ripe old age of 8. I can't exactly put my finger on why; perhaps it's your small stature, which I witnessed last night when you were oil wrestling. Or it could be your looks. Or it could be nothing but my weird taste. However, I know you mean well, but I have this sneaking suspicion you're not gonna be around much longer. My condolences in advance, Kirk. Truly.

Alright, so maybe this wasn't a recap of last night's episode so much as it was my feelings for the remaining men (minus Ty because he just doesn't do it for me).

Notes:
-Justin, to quote Khloe Kardashian, you're a douche lord. Whether or not you're a douche lord on camera or in real life, I don't know. But you were one last night. Enjoy your no longer existing wrestling career due to the fact that you acted like a cowardly gimp with no wallet last night.
-Craig, I felt bad for you. If I gave you a penny for every time I said out loud that you are "such a nice guy," you'd be a rich man. A rich man who can't read female signals, but a rich man nevertheless.
-I want to go to Turkey.
-Was putting the guys up in a Hyatt the best production could do? A Hyatt in Turkey? Really?
-Chris Harrison has the best job in the world. Who wouldn't want to be flown to gorgeous places, get paid for 5 minutes of air time and be a horrible actor while doing so?
-Ali, I will forever have mixed feelings about you.

Thoughts? I just hate to love this show. I really do.

Also? Do not click this link unless you want to be thoroughly entertained/disgusted/told where people are really going on vacay/amused/be notified where I'll be come January.

So, I Need a Car

So.

I'm starting to look at cars this week (online) and as much as I hate being rushed (I really, really do), I've gotta move quick. Because after I return from Colorado, I'm officially car-less (I'm currently borrowing my dad's while he's away on business). So, here's what I'm deciding between. Help?

Reminder: I have no idea what I'm doing. None.

Toyota Corolla

Honda Civic

VW Jetta

Alright, let's hear it. Which one do you think I should get?

Something (I think is) worth noting: you have a fair amount of pull in this decision. Yep, I value you guys that much.

Happy Monday?

So, Let's Update

[via]

Apparently, I know myself really well because I predicted that I'd need a week's break from le blog, and would you look at that? I was right on the money.

Things have been good around these parts. New, exciting, busy, good. I flew to Vegas for a hot (and I do mean hot; like, 105 degrees hot) minute for business (I know, I know...business? Me? Come again?), and realized just how vastly different business for business in Vegas is from business for pleasure in Vegas (hi, Kathleen!). But thankfully, I'm all pleasured out (TWSS?) after BiSC. So that was that.

I'm still apartment hunting, but the lovely "Hey Ali, Why Don't You Really (Wo)Man Up and Be An Adult" gods decided to do me one better and take my car up into heaven with 'em. My beloved Rav4 (who's never had a name, which I find just as weird as you, if you find it weird at all) succumbed to the 130,000 miles on her and just. Couldn't. Take it. Anymore. In sane people's terms, the transmission was dying, and I think we all know how that goes. She was my first car, and I didn't realize just how attached I was to her until she was gone.

(Cue Big Yellow Taxi)

And so now I'm not only looking for a place to live, I'm also looking for a way to get there.

And so it goes.

I'm off to Colorado in a week for that previously mentioned writing job I was telling you about! Very excited for that.

This weekend was spent in my pajamas all day, doing a whole lot of nothing until going out last night with some girlfriends to Bar 210 which, frankly? The bar? Nahsomuch. Unless, you know, you like $15 dollar drinks the size of your pinky and creepy older men getting all up in your grill. Not that I'm knocking the people who do enjoy that...

How was your weekend? I've missed you. Sarcasm not at all intended.

So, I Love You Dad/Blogiatus

Happy Father's Day!

I would write a post going on and on and on about my father and how incredible he is as both a man and a dad (because he is). But he doesn't read this blog all that much, despite the fact that I remind him time and again to please read my blog Dad, it's my outlet and I love it and since I love it then you should read it.

Love you Dad.

[Send out a search warrant for one missing neck for one large baby!]

I'm afraid I'm going to have to take a brief blogiatus (I've just realized that I thoroughly enjoy making up words; this one means 'blog hiatus'). But for good reason! Without talking too much about it (I'm superstitious, whoops), I've been asked to write some scripts for a new web series. I can't believe it; I'm finally doing what I love...as a job! It's sort of surreal right now, as it just came to be a few days ago. This is all moving very quickly, so in an effort to get 'er done, I'm taking that previously mentioned blogiatus for about a week. But don't you dare think for one second that I won't be stalking reading and keeping up with your lives!

Hope you all had lovely, relaxing weekends!

See you in a bit.

And please, if you're not doing so already, pray for Megan and her family. I cannot put into words just how heavy my heart is for them. God has been given an angel, and his name is Cohen.

It's Friday, I'm In Love

[brought to you by Summer]

Today, I am in love with:
-My Horizontal Life
-new and exciting opportunities (more on that when/if said opportunities become reality)
-Roberto

-my giveaway winner (click "winner" to see who it is!)

Yes, it's a short list today. So make up for it by telling me this...

What are you in love with today?

Congrats to the winner! Contact me when you find out it's you (so I don't ruin the surprise!), and I'll get that gift certificate to you ASAP. :)

So, I've Decided

I'm not sure if what I'm about to say has been obvious in my writing. I mean, yeah, there have been hints of stagnantness (yes, I made that word up). Like that time I thought my blog wasn't what I had intended for it to be, that time I bitched about the current state of my affairs and that time I bitched about them again. And what I've realized is, all of these things stemmed from the fact that I had no idea where my life was headed. And what pissed me off about this was that I was the complete opposite of indecisive and directionless just 6 years ago. Because 6 years ago, I was going to be on Broadway. I was going to sing my little heart out and win a Tony. No seriously, I was. And then, after coming to terms with the fact that I was nowhere near emotionally cut out for a lifetime of rejection, I didn't want to do that anymore. But that was okay, because I was gonna be a writer. I was gonna (cliche alert!) live in New York City and have my own column and live. The. Life.

As you can see, I was a very realistic person at that time.

The thing is, I am a writer. But that's not all I am, and while I that's definitely both a blessing and a curse, that's also what started to really get to me. Suddenly, I didn't have a one track mind. I had multiple avenues that I was willing to take career-wise. And that's where I got stuck, unmotivated and upset. I started to feel as if I wasn't doing enough (this is a common theme with me when it comes to work, never feeling like I'm doing enough). And I noticed that in arguing about it with my parents, I was actually arguing with myself. Arguing with myself for feeling unmotivated and without a purpose. But how can you feel motivated if you don't know what your purpose is?

Coming to that conclusion actually put my mind a bit at ease. I didn't lack motivation, I lacked direction! Hot damn. I needed to stop talking out my own ass, pick a direction and stick the eff with it.

And the other night, as I was driving home, I did just that.

I decided that upon my return from Europe in the fall, I'm going to get my teaching credentials and become a teacher. An English teacher, I believe. But definitely a teacher. And with a little help from a friend, I know I can make it happen.

And after I made that decision, I swear it was like the clouds parted, the sunlight started to shine and the angels sang. What a relief!

So here we are. Well, here I am. Decision made, weight lifted, off I go.

And thus begins (cliche alert!) a new chapter.

Join me, will you?

So, Here's Europe Envy, Vol. VI

This week, the spotlight's on...

SWITZERLAND
(Schweiz, Suisse, Svizzera)

[a mountain lake in Switzerland]

while the stereotype of Switzerland as a country of bankers, chocolatiers, and watchmakers still exists, an energetic youth culture is reviving old images of a pastoral Swiss culture. The country's gorgeous lakes and formidable peaks entice outdoor enthusiasts from around the globe. Mountains dominate about two-thirds of the country: the Jura cover the northwest region, the Alps stretch across the lower half, and the eastern Rhaetian Alps border Austria. Only in Switzerland can one indulge in decadent chocolate as a cultural experience.

The Cold, Hard Facts
Official name: Swiss Confederation
Capital: Bern
Major cities: Basel, Geneva, Zurich
Population: 7,582,000
Languages: German, French, Italian, Romansch
Fun fact: 93,501 tons of chocolate were consumed in 2007 (no, seriously)

Mountains. And chocolate.
Mountains of chocolate?
Y-E-S.

Past EEs:

-Hugary

-Italy
-Germany
-The Netherlands
-France

[all info taken from Let's Go Europe 2010: The Student Travel Guide]

So, About That Apartment...

First off, let's get to some housekeeping:

-I changed my Twitter name. I know, I know. This is the third time I've felt the need to do this. First it was @abreit, then @alicany and now it's @thewayaliseesit, which I think I'll keep for a good long while because I'm going for continuity with the blog and with Twitter. So there you go.
-I hope you a) read this before the day is through and b) can get thee to a Jamba Juice because they're selling their new smoothies for a buck! I'm sipping my Berry Yumberry as I type this.
-My giveaway ends this Friday, so if you haven't yet entered, please do!
-Who saw Pretty Little Liars last night?

Okay, so maybe that last one wasn't necessary. But seriously, how good/bad is that show?

Anyway.

I haven't exactly touched upon the apartment thing. Not that there's a whole lot to touch upon, but there is some...touching that can be done. So I figure, why not discuss it a little bit on here?


When it comes to said apartment, I have only a few requirements:
-1 bedroom, 1 bath
-hardwood floors
-secure entry
-gated parking
-central air
-comes with a fridge (this is sort of optional, sort of really not though)

Last week was a free week as far as work went, so I took advantage of that and went to look at about 5 apartments. The first was gross, the second was cute (hardwood floors, crown molding, big bathroom and little tiled dining area) but there was no parking, nor was there central air. Next!

That was day one of looking. The second day was the day I found the one I thought was "the one" but really wasn't, although it did have beautiful hardwood floors, a nice kitchen, 2 balconies, central air and I would be given 2 parking spots (damn it all). Because after dragging my family to see it a few days later, I was alerted to the fact that perhaps it wasn't in the safest neighborhood. And guess what? It wasn't. That's what parents are for, I guess.

I then went to one the day after that, only to turn around immediately when I saw that the number was falling off the front of the building, not to mention I was afraid I'd be shot at. Onward!

The one after that wasn't much better. Liza had come across this one, and if she had seen what it was really like (absolutely disgusting), she would've run away screaming.

Thus ended week one.

I went with a friend of mine today to check out one I recently found and was pleasantly surprised. My friend approved of it too, so now I need to figure out if I can see myself living there. Which, you know, is kind of important to consider when renting an apartment.

I have another one to check out tomorrow. It's a bit pricey for my preferred range, but I figure I have nothing to lose.

And that, my friends, concludes this installment of "I'd Like To Move and I'd Like To Move NOW and My Only Request Is Hardwood Floors." Thank you for playing.

Also? I started this post way before I'm posting it, which means you probably won't get the Jamba Juice deal if you're just finding out about it now. I owe you one.

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So, The Weekend That Included Denise Richards

It was nice. And then not. And then random, yet fun. And then hot. And then delicious.

Allow me to break it down for you.

Friday night: Had a happy happy hour with Kristen before she departed for a 2 week trip to Europe (yesterday). Then I went home, because Liza and I rented a movie. Except that's not entirely true; we bought a movie. Two, actually. And I didn't even partake in said buying movie experience because I was driving home from happy hour. And Liza bought them because the video store we frequent is going out of business (I think they went bankrupt) so all their movies were about $5 and so she was like, 'well obviously we have to get more than one.' So we (read: she) did: The Life of David Gale and American Gangster. We watched The Life of David Gale and had really crappy yogurt which I tossed after about 3 bites (and if I tossed frozen yogurt, then you know it had to have sucked in a major way because I am a froyo queen, did you know?). Liza warned me that she might fall asleep but I laughed inside because you can't really fall asleep when you're on the edge of your seat watching this movie. Verdict? Really, really good. I kind of liken it to a very long Law and Order: SVU episode. Which is a good thing.

Saturday: Brought my father and sister to see the apartment I fell in love with (my mom had already been and loved it and the reason I bring my family into this and many other things is because that's the way we are, unhealthy or not) and they hated it. And we drove home in silence, whereupon I went up to my room and got really upset because damn it family, I've been living at home for 2 years (2 years!) and I'll be damned if I'm not out soon. Love you all though, seriously. After realizing that safety should come first and getting over myself and my would-have-been beautiful hardwood floored apartment with 2 balconies (seriously), Liza, my mom and I had lunch and backed out of our parking spot, after which Denise Richards spotted it and snagged it in her really nice black SUV and cowboy hat (her, not the car). I then proceeded to tweet about it because who knows? Maybe I would gain another C-list (or is she B?) celebrity tweep. And would you believe it? I freaking did. That night, my sister, friend, his friend and myself piled into my car to head to a friend's apartment warming party, but could only stay for a bit because my friend's brother was having a birthday party. What nobody informed us was that there was no way in hell we would get in at the time we arrived (11:45ish), resulting in a frustrated and random group of people (us). We decided to instead head to a nearby bar, which has now decided to be nice to the complaining neighbors and close at midnight every Friday and Saturday. Seriously, was there a hidden camera on us or something? We ended the night back at my friend's place, where we watched the ending of The Hangover and complained about the evening. In a fun way, of course. But still, complaining.

Sunday: Nothing. Until I joined Liza and our friend by the pool, sweat after a whopping 15 minutes, sweat some more, then went inside after 30. Worked out, watched Lost with Cory, went out to a belated birthday dinner/Indian feast with Cory, then got ridiculously giddy about the season premiere of True Blood. Watched True Blood, loved True Blood, most likely dreamt about True Blood (but not the Bill/Sam lover dream, though that was oddly perfect in a twisted way for me). Aaaand scene.

How was your weekend?

[photo via tumblr]

PS! A little note that the gift certificate for my giveaway does not (I repeat, does not) include shipping/international fee costs. So plan for that. Although how you'd plan for that, I don't really know. Just...know that. Okay, out.

It's Friday, I'm In Love

[a lovely little series by Summer]

Today, I am in love with:

-reunions with friends, especially when they include lunch at Whole Foods, a massage and a really fun night at a comedy club
-packages in the mail (who doesn't) -- got my mark purchases, these coasters and a giraffe pillow for my mom separately, which makes it even more fun!
-apartment hunting (note that I also hate it, but this is a love post after all...)
-1000 Awesome Things (thanks for the rec, Nicole!)
-the incredible amount of support/prayers/thoughts Cohen is receiving (we've gotta keep it up!)
-the fact that my sister finally hopped on the Twitter bandwagon (about time!)
-Pretty Little Liars (thought it would suck, was beyond surprised at how hooked I am after just the pilot!)
-True Blood in T minus 2 days (aaaand counting!)

What are you in love with today?

Have a great weekend, everyone!

So, A Word (and Giveaway!) About Vanity

All of this apartment hunting has got me thinking about decorating.

Wait, have I mentioned that I'm apartment hunting? Well, I am. But I suppose that's another post for another day, because I'm already digressing from the initial point of this here post.

What I was saying is that decorating becomes interesting to me when it's my own space. I am not really into that kind of stuff by any means, generally speaking. But give me a place of my own and I'm so very, very game. Which is where this whole vanity thang comes in.

No, I don't mean vanity as in the, "oh, look at me...ooh la la" crap. Oh geez, hardly. What I'm talking about is vanity in thiiiis sense...

Avanity Contempo 31" Bathroom Vanity

Powell 43" Antique Black Vanity Set

DecoLav Eastridge Vanity Set with Compatible Cabinets and Drawers

Sigh...

Okay, I'm ready to blow this popsicle stand now and decorate!

GIVEAWAY: The lovely people over at CSN Stores have offered you -- one of my readers -- a $60 gift certificate to spend however you wish at any of their websites. Some of these websites include All Modern, Luxe By CSN and Accent Furniture Direct. Woop woop!

Wait, woop woop? Who am I?

TO ENTER (and maybe...win!): Leave a comment here letting me know what you could/would use this gift certificate for. I'm interested! And make sure you do so before Friday, June 18th. Good luck!

So, Here's Europe Envy, Vol. V (+ Guest Post)

This week, I bring you...

FRANCE

[Paris]

With its lavish chateaux, lavender fields, medieval streets, and sidewalk cafes, France conjures up any number of postcard-ready scenes. To the proud French, it is only natural that outsiders flock to their history-steeped homeland. Although France may no longer manipulate world events, the vineyards of Boredeaux, the museums of Paris, and the beaches of the Riviera draw more tourists than any other nation in the world. Centuries-old famrs and churches share the landscape with inventive, modern architecture; street posters advertise jazz festivals as well as Baroque concerts. The country's rich culinary tradition rounds out a culture that cannot be sent home on a four-by-six.

The Cold, Hard Facts
Official name: French Republic
Capital: Paris
Major cities: Lyon, Marseille, Nice
Population: 60,880,000
Language: French

Sigh...

Past EEs:

-Hugary

-Italy
-Germany
-The Netherlands

[all info taken from Let's Go Europe 2010: The Student Travel Guide]

Also -- if you're up for it -- I'm hanging out in Lacey's neck of the woods today as well while she's away with her man. Who says I can't be in two places at once?

So, About Ali... (But Not This Ali)

Okay, 'fess up: who's watching this season of The Bachelorette?

Hi, my name is Ali and I love to laugh at everything in the history of ever.

Well, I'm watching. No shame! I blame my sister, who's been a devoted fan since forever. But the girl loves it. And as much as I hate it, I've come to love it too. And I know that if any of you reading this watch the show, that last sentence makes complete sense.

Last night, Liza, our mutual friend Jamie, Liza's friend Danielle and her sister Allie (I know, Ali overload!) all piled onto our couch with wine, ice cream and Hershey's kisses to watch this week's episode. The following is a timeline of the dialogue that took place.

"I like Ricardo. I mean, Roberto. He looks like Ricky Ricardo."-Jamie
"Ali, you've already said you're scared of flying when you were on the wings of love with Jake. And last week when you flew with Jesse. And...and...just stop saying it, Ali. Just stop."-me
"A lot of these guys look like fetuses."-Liza
(reacting to that one guy that nobody knows, wearing a green shirt and hideous sunglasses) "He looks like Rob Lowe from the 80s."-Jamie
(as Hunter and Ali are grilling about 500 hot dogs and burgers) "I guess they're making it for the whole camera crew."-Jamie

And so you see, save for Liza's and my comments, Jamie kind of rules the roost when it comes to Bachelorette commentary.

Now, onto the predictions.

My top 3 picks:

RobertoChris L.Kirk

The one I used to like until he became way too possessive:

Frank

The one I adore solely for the laugh and cringe factor:Jonathan
Anyone else think he might be...confused? If ya know what I mean...

It's weird. I liked Ali in the beginning of Season Jake. Then I disliked her greatly when she got all catty and high school with Vienna. Then I liked the idea of her as the new bachelorette, pre-Bachelorette. Now? Now, I'm not so sure. I do, however, know that Roberto needs to get over here stat so Liza and I can fight over him until the cows come home.

Alright, Bachelorette thoughts? Opinions? Bitching? Venting? Cheesecake?

PS: Oh, sorry. That last one was wishful thinking. Freudian slip. My bad.

PPS: Shameless self-promotion time: my first piece on Life As A Human is up on the homepage! Feel free to check it out. And thank you in advance. :)

[photos from abc.com]

So, I Went to San Diego

Another weekend come and gone. When you're unemployed in between jobs, weekends and weeks sort of merge into one single...well, weekend. And generally? Nothing special's happening in my little world. So when a friend of mine said that her aunt and uncle had an apartment in San Diego that just so happened to be vacant this weekend and would I like to come stay there with her, well...I mean, yes. Yes I would like to come with you, Harley.

And so we did.

We were greeted by some less than fabulous weather, but made the best of it by laying on the beach (for all of 15 minutes) and witnessing a really lovely turquoise-themed wedding, riding a rickety old roller coaster at Belmont Park and watching fake surfing at Wave House (below).

Not to mention enjoying the gorgeous view from the apartment balcony.

After hearing all about how we just had to have dinner at Filippi's but then being completely turned off by the line out the door, we settled on Burger Lounge, where Harley mistook her onion rings for glasses.

Then we hit the Gaslamp Quarter and had a grand old time.

After sleeping in till noon, we decided to take advantage of the brief window of sun we had and go to the rooftop pool. After a half hour, we were freezing once again.

On the bright side? We had lunch at Filippi's since there was no line and thoroughly enjoyed it. Then we hit the road.

A brief but lovely little getaway.

How was your weekend?

It's Friday, I'm In Love

[brought to you by...]

Friday already? Well then...

Today, I am in love with:
-walks along the track with my dad
-all my magazines coming in the mail at once (hello, Marie Claire, Glamour, Us Weekly and People -- lovely to see you all!)
-the mark. products that I impulsively bought yesterday (if you are looking to buy, head over to Summer's store):
-San Diego this weekend with a good friend
-personal breakthroughs
-Cupcake Vineyards wine
-Indian feasts with Kristen
-beautiful summer days
-Russell Brand on The View (Mandy, I know you feel it too!)

What are you in love with today?

So, There's This Bird That I Sorta Relate To

I've told you about the peacock, I know this. I also know that I've bitched about his (her?) unwelcome return to our backyard. What I haven't discussed here is the dumb as shit rocks bird.

Until now.

Wow, dramatic.

Similar to my house in New York, my home here in SoCal is very open. As in, there's no real rooms, mainly downstairs. Every area leads to another, sans doors. Make sense? Kind of?

I mention this because when you walk upstairs in this here house, you walk through the living area and the front door area and 3 massive floor to ceiling windows...area. And upstairs is where I was headed one time about a year ago, when I heard the faintest thump from the middle window. And it just so happened that I looked up right as the bird that made said thump slowly fell limply down the side of the house.

I ran out the front door and around the corner to find that dumb as shit rocks bird. He (she?) was lying helplessly on the ground, eyes open but not completely with it. Because I'm a bit of a nut job and immediately thought, rabies! if I picked him (her?) up with my bare hands, I went inside (walking this time, since it was clear that bird wasn't going anywhere soon) and got a plastic container. I scooped the bird up and brought him (her?) out to the backyard. It wasn't long before that bird realized where the hell he (she? -- okay, I'll stop doing that) was, regained his strength and flew the coop, so to speak.

Um, you're welcome BIRD.

But you see, that bird may have been the first one to slam into this window of ours, but he certainly wasn't the last. For some reason, this window is easy to bump into. I assume this is because there seems to be no end in sight since our house is so open (am I seriously analyzing why birds hit this particular window?). But either way, at least once a week, I'll hear that infamous thump and know that a bird has once again mistaken that window for wide open sky.

Leave it to me to relate this bird/window incident to my dating life. But bear with me.


Recently (read: today), I chose to make a decision to end whatever it was that was going on with me and someone I had previously dated. This was the second go round, but different. And, like many women, I had kind of hoped that things would change this time around. But of course, since you cannot change a person (and why should you?) and I was still the same girl I was before, it didn't work out...again. And that was that.*

Moments after I hung up the phone, I heard that lovely little thump coming from the window.

Which led me to wonder: am I that bird? The one who continues to bump into walls (read: glass windows in wide open houses) time and time again? Perhaps. But hopefully, by realizing this, I can stop repeating that same damn mistake and avoid a ridiculous amount of unnecessary frustration.

See? Sometimes -- but only sometimes -- I can make some sort of rational sense.

What mistakes (if any) do you find yourself repeating in your life?

[image via weheartit]

*I in no way am saying that giving a relationship another shot never works out the second time. It just didn't for me and this guy. Cool? Cool. :)

So, There Was May and Here Is June

I just love those posts that kinda tie up the past month/week/hour in a pretty little package, all categorized and tidy and happy and stuff (anal retentive, party of Ali!) and always say to myself, self? You should totally do one of those because you love that kinda crap.

And so this is that.

There Was May

• There was half off bottles of wine with Andrea, and lots of laughing and metaphorical applause for new friendships.
• There was a birthday (mine). 24 is so anticlimactic, don't you think? Yes, me too.
• There was a job interview (or 2), neither of which I took, both of which I was grateful to have been considered for.
  
• There was an apartment viewing which, even though it wasn't "the one," just made me even more excited to move.
• There was BiSC. Oh, was there BiSC. And along those same acronymic (yep, made that word up) lines...
• There was SATC 2. There was also the fact that I thoroughly enjoyed it, despite the fact that most people...well, hated it.

Here Is June

• Here is the month that I start writing for more online publications, and loving every single minute of doing what it is I'm most passionate about.
  
• Here is the month that I go to a Korean spa for the first time ever.
• Here is the month that I start working again, up until I leave for Europe.
• Here is the month that I finish reading The Carrie Diaries, and dig into My Horizontal Life (which I shamelessly bought today). Here is also where I sound like a really shallow reader.
  
• Here is the month that my parents have been married for 26 years. Hot damn.
  
• Here is the month that True Blood returns. Cannot. Wait. Another. Minute.

What did you do last month, and what's in store for you this month?

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So, My Memorial Day

Memorial Day was lovely. My sister had the brilliant (and last minute) idea for us to host a little BBQ for some close friends. And so we did.

But not without remembering all of the brave men and women fighting for our country, today and every day, until this awful war comes to an end.

How was your Memorial Day?