"Mess" is the best word I could come up with that represents the opposite of "put together," but feel free to come up with your own terminology.
I am probably one of the bigger messes that I know. It is fairly often that I put a shirt on, fresh from the drawer, and have to immediately throw it in the hamper because I find it to be dirty. I have no sense of style, I don't own a hairdryer, and I only wear makeup when I'm going out to the bars. I dress in business casual attire for school, and I used to keep a pair of heels in my locker so that I could change into them when I got to school. But that got tired and instead I just started wearing whatever I wore to school that day - flip flops, decrepit Uggs, red and white rain boots, whatever.
The thing is, I'm kind of okay with not being put together. I get a lot more sleep because I don't spend as much time getting ready in the morning, I don't spend as much money on clothes as most girls, and I like to think that it's all part of my personality.
When I wake up in the morning, sometimes (rarely) my curls look perfect. Other times, my hair looks like some small animal crawled onto my head and died. This is sort of the risk you run when you shower at night and go to sleep with your hair wet, I suppose. Anyway. On the bad hair days, I do one of 2 things: I either put my hair in a ponytail and pretend that somehow makes it look NOT terrible, or I just decide that I'm going for the windswept look and run with it. I doubt anyone buys the windswept business. When I decide not to make my hair curly and it ends up looking like a big puffball, I call it "bohemian shaggy." Not sure if anyone buys that either.
The point is, I don't think I could be put together if I tried. And I actually don't have a problem with that. Because I would much rather get compliments on the very few times where I actually look awesome (usually by accident) than have people notice when I decide to dress down for the day.
Normally this is where I'd say something about a pair of sweatpants waiting for me so I could go run some errands, but seeing as Boston has decided to be 90 degrees today (SERIOUSLY, BOSTON?), sweats are definitely not in order.
I have a problem
Thursday, April 23, 2009
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All about Arielle
This is very serious.
I am an irresponsible umbrella owner. There, I said it.
I am constantly without an umbrella in the rain. It's not that I don't own an umbrella. In fact, I currently own 2. I just never seem to have it on me when I need it. But my problem, unfortunately, goes oh so much further than that.
I lose umbrellas like other people lose, well, anything. Sunglasses, cell phones, tempers. I really suck at umbrella ownership.
When I was living in Manhattan, I was constantly buying $9.99 umbrellas from Duane Reade (the NYC answer to CVS, though they have CVS too, of course) because Duane Reades are about as populous as Starbuckseseseses and I pretty much always know where to find one when I need a quick umbrella fix. The problem with these umbrellas is that they're pretty crappy and I have definitely broken my fair share of them. Also, sometimes they grow legs and run away. That's the only excuse for why I lose them. Right.
Since moving to Boston, I have purchased four (4) Duane Reade umbrellas in New York. That's right. I still manage to have a void of umbrellas when I need them in a city I don't even live in anymore. How many trips have I taken to NYC since moving to Boston? 6, maybe? That means that it has rained on my Manhattan weekends about 67% of the times I've been there, and also, that I pretty much never check the weather before I leave Boston.
Do you know how many of those 4 umbrellas I still own? One. Just one.
When I went to NYC in October for my 25th birthday blowout, I bought an umbrella. I left it at my friend Anna's apartment. When I came back 2 weeks later, it was gone.
When I visited this past weekend, I bought an awesome bright yellow umbrella at about 4 PM. At about 7:45 PM, I left it in the bathroom at the awesome Mr. Broadway pageant and didn't realize it until 3 hours later when I was walking in a torrential downpour trying to figure out where the F my stupid umbrella went. That's over $2.50 an hour for umbrella usage because I didn't even own the damn thing for 4 full hours.
The third one? I couldn't even tell you where it got to.
I've been keeping Duane Reade's umbrella business going since 2005. Mark it down.
I think the fact that I can't take care of an umbrella means I'm not ready for a dog. Damnit.
I am an irresponsible umbrella owner. There, I said it.
I am constantly without an umbrella in the rain. It's not that I don't own an umbrella. In fact, I currently own 2. I just never seem to have it on me when I need it. But my problem, unfortunately, goes oh so much further than that.
I lose umbrellas like other people lose, well, anything. Sunglasses, cell phones, tempers. I really suck at umbrella ownership.
When I was living in Manhattan, I was constantly buying $9.99 umbrellas from Duane Reade (the NYC answer to CVS, though they have CVS too, of course) because Duane Reades are about as populous as Starbuckseseseses and I pretty much always know where to find one when I need a quick umbrella fix. The problem with these umbrellas is that they're pretty crappy and I have definitely broken my fair share of them. Also, sometimes they grow legs and run away. That's the only excuse for why I lose them. Right.
Since moving to Boston, I have purchased four (4) Duane Reade umbrellas in New York. That's right. I still manage to have a void of umbrellas when I need them in a city I don't even live in anymore. How many trips have I taken to NYC since moving to Boston? 6, maybe? That means that it has rained on my Manhattan weekends about 67% of the times I've been there, and also, that I pretty much never check the weather before I leave Boston.
Do you know how many of those 4 umbrellas I still own? One. Just one.
When I went to NYC in October for my 25th birthday blowout, I bought an umbrella. I left it at my friend Anna's apartment. When I came back 2 weeks later, it was gone.
When I visited this past weekend, I bought an awesome bright yellow umbrella at about 4 PM. At about 7:45 PM, I left it in the bathroom at the awesome Mr. Broadway pageant and didn't realize it until 3 hours later when I was walking in a torrential downpour trying to figure out where the F my stupid umbrella went. That's over $2.50 an hour for umbrella usage because I didn't even own the damn thing for 4 full hours.
The third one? I couldn't even tell you where it got to.
I've been keeping Duane Reade's umbrella business going since 2005. Mark it down.
I think the fact that I can't take care of an umbrella means I'm not ready for a dog. Damnit.
Summer!
Sunday, April 19, 2009
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I love New York
A few weeks ago, some classmates and I were playing softball on the first sunny Saturday of the year. One of the guys playing said, "Summer officially starts when I can go outside, play sports and drink beer. In a t-shirt."
Though I definitely had fun drinking beer and playing softball, that doesn't signify the start of summer for me. Yet I have a similar, very specific day which tells me that at last, winter is over. That event, my friends, is the first New York street fair.
If you've never been to a Manhattan street fair in the summer, you're totally missing out. You can buy any number of awesome things, ranging from 2 dollar jewelry to what is likely stolen hundreds-of-thread-count linens to bongo drums. And the food? Heaven. There's $1 Thai food, fried Oreos, crepes, gyros, and oh, so much more.
The street fair travels throughout the city, landing on a different avenue every weekend. And even though 99% of the stuff is the same, I never get tired of walking up and down seeing what's there.
I'm in New York for the weekend, pretending to to work while I actually meet up with friends, celebrate some birthdays and otherwise revel in this wonderful city. Yesterday morning, my friend/wifer Julie, whose apartment I am pretty much taking hostage of for the weekend, came home from running some errands.
"Arielle, I saw something that's going to make you happy."
"What?"
"A STREET FAIR!"
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!"
My day was made. I definitely visited the street fair on 3 separate occasions yesterday seeing as it was super close to Julie's apartment.
Summer tiiiiiiiiiiiime and the livin is AWESOME!
P.S. Julie says I should tell the world that I'm blogging from her couch. So, world: I am blogging from Julie's couch. Julie also says, "Write that I'm awesome." Julie is awesome. The end.
Though I definitely had fun drinking beer and playing softball, that doesn't signify the start of summer for me. Yet I have a similar, very specific day which tells me that at last, winter is over. That event, my friends, is the first New York street fair.
If you've never been to a Manhattan street fair in the summer, you're totally missing out. You can buy any number of awesome things, ranging from 2 dollar jewelry to what is likely stolen hundreds-of-thread-count linens to bongo drums. And the food? Heaven. There's $1 Thai food, fried Oreos, crepes, gyros, and oh, so much more.
The street fair travels throughout the city, landing on a different avenue every weekend. And even though 99% of the stuff is the same, I never get tired of walking up and down seeing what's there.
I'm in New York for the weekend, pretending to to work while I actually meet up with friends, celebrate some birthdays and otherwise revel in this wonderful city. Yesterday morning, my friend/wifer Julie, whose apartment I am pretty much taking hostage of for the weekend, came home from running some errands.
"Arielle, I saw something that's going to make you happy."
"What?"
"A STREET FAIR!"
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!"
My day was made. I definitely visited the street fair on 3 separate occasions yesterday seeing as it was super close to Julie's apartment.
Summer tiiiiiiiiiiiime and the livin is AWESOME!
P.S. Julie says I should tell the world that I'm blogging from her couch. So, world: I am blogging from Julie's couch. Julie also says, "Write that I'm awesome." Julie is awesome. The end.