i know, i know
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i suck. i really do. i have no excuse for my blog lameness, and i can't promise it won't happen again... but for now, i leave you with an awesome picture of a pumpkin i carved last night. it's my college logo (go cougs!) and it rocks! that's all for now!
posted by amandalicious at
9:48 AM>50 comments
i'm cheating on all of you
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That's right... with another blog. Her name is Primetime Princesses and she's glorious. She's insightful, has tons of friends, and is absolutely gorgeous. I'm sorry you had to find out this way, but I just couldn't hide it anymore. But I promise I'll spend more time with you whenever I get the chance. In the meantime, you might want to check her out: Primetime Princesses
Love, amandalicious
posted by amandalicious at
10:34 AM>6 comments
i'm alive
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For all my dedicated readers (umm, I think there's two of you?) I'm still alive! This weekend brought stress upon stress, as I got in not one, but TWO car accidents. Followed by a not-quite-relaxing trip to my parents' house, and I had the weekend from hell. I'll update more tonight, but for now I'm frantically trying to catch up on all the work I have piled up from being out of the office on Friday. Until next time, America!
posted by amandalicious at
12:01 PM>3 comments
i used it once
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Here's Diddy's real take on Proactiv, the wildly popular acne program. It's also one of the funniest things I've witnessed in a while. Wow, that makes me sound super boring.
posted by amandalicious at
1:16 PM>4 comments
i'm an indoor cat
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So, I hate the outdoors... This annoys the roomie to no end, as she enjoys basking in sunshine and camping. (Imagine the word camping as a four letter word...) I honestly have no idea why I prefer the air-conidtioned comfort of a Starbucks to crystal clear beach waters on a balmy Saturday afternoon. Something about the sun/water/heat combo just doesn't appeal to me. I've tried to search my past for some inciting incident that caused me to become a hermit on any day above 65 degrees. Here's what I've come up with:
Exhibit A:
Camping as a child was always traumatic. My father insisted on "roughing it", which for him, meant illegally camping in the bear-infested wilderness of Montana. I remember one summer, when I was about 16, we went to visit family in Bozeman, MT and my father decided that roughing it was the way to go. We drove about 30 miles outside of the city to Rainbow Lake, an area that resembled the body-dumping grounds from a murder mystery. There were signs everywhere that warned us "NO SOFT TENTS-BEAR SIGHTINGS". My dad scoffed at the signs, telling us stories of he and his friends running from grizzlies and bears in the woods. It was "character building and adventurous". Sure. But of course, all we had was a soft tent. I refused to sleep in it, as did my sister and mother. My brother, knowing he had to be "the man" with dad gleefully stated he too was sleeping in the tent. Long story short, my sister, mother and I slept in the truck, while my father and brother braved the law--and the bears--in the tent. When we awoke the next morning, a styrofoam cooler not two feet from my dad's tent was ripped to shreds, it's contents scattered and destroyed. It was indeed a bear... and my distaste for the outdoors grew exponentially.
Exhibit B:
I never really had allergies growing up. But on one strange and simmering hot fall day when I was in high school, I learned of a bee sting allergy in the most uncomfortable way possible. I was walking to class, when I felt a rock-like thing tumble into my sandal. Only it wasn't a rock-like thing... it was an angry bee that had trapped himself and tried to sting his way free. I ran to class, flailing like an epileptic seizure patient trying to dance. When I finally burst through the door of my english class, I flung off my sandal. The dying bee limped out, as I limped to the nearest sink and tried to douse my already swelling foot. The pain of the sting wasn't as unbearable as was the pain of my skin, stretching to accomodate the poisonous swell. Needless to say, I rushed to the doctor.
After that, I was forced to carry around an "Epi Pen", not knowing when or if I was about to me attacked and swollen to death. The doctor advised me to carry it with me whenever I was going to go outside. I immediately conjured up visions of myself strolling down the aisle of my gorgeous outdoor wedding, my father on one arm, and an Epi Pen securely fastened to my bouqet. Who am I kidding? An outdoor wedding is SO not me. Exhibit C:
I burn. Badly. And whenever I tell people this, I'm met with the response "Well, you just have to build up to it... just go out in the sun with a bikini on, and I'm sure you'll get tan eventually." Sure. And Tom Cruise isn't gay.
Honestly, people... I've owned this skin for a good 24 years now, and I'm pretty damn sure it'll never be the golden tan that I want it to be. My father, who boasts a tan year round a couple shades away from being dark leather, thinks it's perposterous that I can't get a tan. "Look at me!" he says. "I've been laying in the sun for a long time, and I look great!"
I hate hate hate my pastiness. I long for that type of skin with no tan lines and no freckles. So that when I venture outside, I don't hear cries of "It hurts my eyes to look at your legs!" wherever I go.
But it's not for lack of trying... I've gotten many a horrible burn in my days. Burns so horrendous, that I had to take prescription pain killers just to sleep through the night and suffer through a shower in the morning. So, I think I've learned my lesson... the sun and I don't get along!
In conclusion, bears, bees, sun bathing, it's all bad... And now I can't wait until the dark days of fall and winter, when I can snuggle up with a cup of cocoa and a good book, enjoying the outdoors just the way I like to: from the inside looking out.
posted by amandalicious at
11:21 AM>4 comments
'lil bro
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My brother and I have one of those rare sibling relationships that you only hear of in after-school specials and sappy episodes of Full House. Growing up we were extremely close, both in age and mindset (I am 15 months older than him). It was a closeness that was punctuated by our similar dislike for our older sister, who would torture us and get us in trouble on lazy Sunday afternoons.
Our closeness carried us through junior high, high school and when he decided to attend the same college as me, I was elated. As a Sophomore, I would play protective older sister, making sure that he had a good meal every night and had purchased his text books on time. My nesting instinct was in full swing.
Throughout the numerous time of stress in life, from his girlfriend's mother dying to his eventual breakup from said girlfriend, I was there for him. And he was there for me through all the college crap I went through (not worth bringing up at this juncture!).
And now, like always, I'm there for him. Just recently he found out that a full-ride masters scholarship he received to a prestigious music conservatory in New Jersey fell through. It was crushing, and I felt horrible for him. But although his 5 year plan was dashed to pieces, he has kept a positive attitude and is carrying on. And on the bright side, I get to have my little bra around until the next bright opportunity snatches him up. For now, I get to play mom to him for a little while longer.
The Brother:
posted by amandalicious at
12:53 PM>2 comments
3 things...
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1. Me and the roomie went to an awesome concert last night. Read about it on Kendrah's blog.
2. Our neighbor almost burned our house down today. Find out all the idiotic details here.
3. This is the closest she's going to get to being outside... ever:
