Creole Wisdom

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One boyfriend, two girlfriends, a year long hiatus from all college wildness, and a granola bar later my Mr. Politician and I might be on the same page.  And who knows, because two years is a long time to be friends and that is good.

Oh I am feeling so high profile with all of this.  Oh. Oh. But wouldn't YOU like to know.

And last weekend as I sat chatting with him in his gorgeous condo, sitting on his granite kitchen counter top, sipping white wine, I thought... forget Sir Phillip.

And Kate approves. 

finally

So. I finally got to see it.  The movie I have waited years for.  You see, SATC and I go way back.

Like high school back.  I love the show.  I love the fashion. I love the setting. I love the thoughts. I love Charlotte... you name it.

But the movie.  The movie was so good, and heart wrenching, and beautiful and sad at the same time.

And I have just one question: How could Big have done that?  I know, I know, but really?  You just don't do that. 

Rant over.  Great film.  So glad it's sitting on my shelf.

my daily orange

thank you Whole Foods.  Give us this Autumn our daily orange.  That is my fall prayer.  amen and a pumpkin spice latte from starbucks.

on the mall.

on a perfect, hot fall day you can do lots of things.  or you can do just a few really fabulous things. like go to mcdonalds and get ice cream, say yes when your boss asks you if you want the day off, and go paint in the mall.

the mall is not a place to shop. it is a traditional, university mall with gorgeous portico graced buildings.

and you do this all with a friend who makes you laugh, and doesn't think it's weird when you roll on the grass for no reason.

and then kate joins ya, and it gets even more fun. and there are cute boys doing athletic things so you get to have eye candy. then a nice Sig drops by to chit chat and you do not disclose the name of the bad Sig- the bad seed- even at his request. 

yes. I was painting a bear with a giant lollypop next to it. 

now you all know. it could not be a nice day out with my sorority sisters without a creeper.

while painting, a guy (not a student, but older, looked weird) started walking really close to us and staring.  rude.  then he asked, "do you have the time?"  so we told him.

two hours later. kate had joined us and we all laid down in a sunny spot, our head together to talk while some SAEs played frisbee nearby...

the same werid guy walks RIGHT and I mean RIGHT by us, milimeters away readers, milimeters (i.e. TOO close).  So I sit up, sun drunk, and weirded out.  He walks around and back towards us and says to me, "do you have the time?"

So I roll my eyes and say, "no, and we already gave you the time a while ago." 

Goodness!

busy month.

My social calendar is filled, want to know what I got on it?  Of course you do. 
10/6
•Meet Giada de Laurentiis for book signing avec sorority sisters

10/10-10/12
•Sigma Nu formal at none other than Cragun's resort (yes, fraternity formals are like three days long!) And guess whose taking me?  My big bro!  I am thrilled.  And what are the girls going to be doing Saturday morning while the boy's golf? Spa treatments.  Clearly, life is rough.

10/17-10/21
•My New York trip.  Oh I am so ready.  So ready.

10/24-10/27
•CKC St. Paul (oh, I'm so there, working again!)
•Being crazy with my lovely Brittany.  Oh how fun.  She's staying in the guest room at the sorority house.

10/31
•Halloween, obviously.

And this is how I feel about all of that:


I am so excited.

karen & katie's new casserole

I wish I could tell you that this photo of Karen and I was representative of not only our personalities, but our behavior.

If it was, this is what one might think: oh what nice, smiley girls.  They look so harmless, so sophisticated, so mature.  They must have level heads, and great taste in clothing, obviously.

Instead- Karen has become my partner in craziness, in pranks, in late-night shenanigans. I love her.

Do you ever feel the need to do something crazy?

Hm, okay, I guess that's just me. 

Last evening, after the sun went down, and the sky turned pitch Karen and I decided to "cook." 

Here's our new recipe:
-Take a gallon sized plastic bag
-Fill it with: two cooked chicken thighs, a yogurt container, cup of pepper corn, few shakes of nutmeg, crushed up saltine crackers, crushed up goldfish crackers, cup of dishwashing liquid, two cups of milk
-Close bag
-Mix together

Get in your car.  Turn off the lights.  Try not to barf from the smell of the bag.  One girl jumps out, the other creeps up a certain dark street in Como.  Karen saunters casually up a certain step, throws mixture all over stoop, then runs to get away car.

Oh yes.  And that is all I have to say.

It smelled so bad.  Like you could smell it two houses away.  Bwahahah!

the curtain goes up on my grecian drama

Well.  You know.  It goes kind of like this:

Sir Phillip and I tried to meet up to talk, and he had something of mine, and I needed that back.  I got to his house in como at about 11.  It was late, and dark, and a homeless man was walking around- but I walk fast...

And I sat down in the kitchen with him, and we talked.  And I have come to one conclusion in my short twenty one years.  This tactic does. not. work.  What was supposed to be a good little chat turned into:

Him: you are just so plugged in.  Plugged into Greek life.  Plugged into school.  Plugged into everything.  You are so high energy.  You have too much energy...

criticize.  criticize.  everything is your fault. criticize.

So.  I sad there and tried to explain who I am, and where I'm coming from, and I then I said: so you told me you've been hurt a lot.  Is that true?

Him: Yes I have.  And I just cannot talk about it.  I just can't talk about it.  It is too sad.  This conversation we're having is just too sad.  You're always happy, and I am not not a naturally happy person, and it's too hard to talk about...

backing. out. slowly. And keep in mind, he wouldn't even walk me home.  And so I had to talk to Anne all the way home on my phone hoping to not get attacked. 

So this morning.  I told him that I thought he was not very nice, and it was rude to blame everything on me.  And then.  Oh no.  It got worse. 

Him: You never said that before, which makes me believe that you are just restating the opinions of your sisters. 

Oh. no.

But. then.  Oh it gets worse. 

Him: And you're manipulative.

And then I was done.  Sine he couldn't even give me a real example of each I was done.  And as Karen says, you know he'll be calling you in a few months wondering what went wrong and trying to get back into your life.

Like they always do. 

The curtain goes down.  Me and my projects, trying to be crafty with broken men.  Craft time needs to be done.

saturday's glory.

starts after dark.  amid clandestine craziness.  it is so good.  and so unforgettable. 

see kate and I?  see kate and I with our "big bros?"  We love those Sigma Nu's.  And in case you're curious: we have family systems in the Greek world, so big and little sisters and big and little brothers. 

but then we got really fratty... i.e swing dancing avec wine.  oh fun.

oh... wait.  do your recognize a face?  yes.  that's my good buddy Ole and I, who just happens to be a very close friend of my new Big Bro.  Connections.  Love it. 

Saturday's glory is nightime.  college life.  no cares.  just fun. and exactly what I need.

home for now

Sometimes it's just good to go home for a night.  After a long week of work and stupid boy drama and a crazy thursday night it was time...

I am going to study early for a test that is Wednesday, catch up with my good friend Ole about his campaign, bake with my mother, and sit at my desk and work on my resume(s). 

It feels good to go home sometimes.  even for just an evening. 

seven swords

So.  Last night.  I walked home from my night class, and had to take an unusual path than normal so I could locate the moon (for my astronomy class, which is really cramping my style by the way...)

And I walked pass a favorite little book store of mine, and the lights were on... and down the stairs I went.

And had my cards read.

Yes, I know what you're thinking.  That is weird.  You are weird.  God doesn't like that.  What were you thinking?

And I don't know what I did it.  Maybe because I get so worried about my future and doing what is right for me, that I'll take anything- anything the universe has to offer. And it's fun, and I needed to do something just for me super selfish and so...

The woman read my cards.  And it was interesting.  And the only real tangible thing I decided to take out of it was: the Universe is telling me to slow down.  Relax.  And stop going for bad boys.  And eat more sour patch kids (okay, so the last one wasn't true).

But yes.  I had my cards read.  And it was fun.  And it made me happy.