I find it funny how strong and angry women's loyalties are to their friends. You never see a guy take his best friend's girlfriend aside and say "I swear to God, if you hurt him, I'll cut you." But if I girl tells her best friend's new boyfriend, "You make her cry and I'll cut off your balls and make you eat them," no one bats an eye. At least, I've said those things. And no ones ever said anything close like that to me before.
Right now... one of the people that I get very protective of is very far away. I know I've talked about Colleen before, but it's just hard. I lived with the girl for four years of my life, and she's been my best friend for seven years... and now there's an ocean between us and it upsets me that if there's some douche that hurts her, I can't threaten his life. It also bothers me that I see this cryptic status updates on facebook about how miserable life is, and I can only imagine who it's about.
I've mentioned The Irish Wonder Boy before, but this guy seriously did a number on this girl. Is it a guy thing to be emotionally unavailable, or is this an Irish thing to be emotionally unavailable? Now this toolbox is parading this other girl around (this girl who butchered one of my favorite songs on RTE, which kind of makes me happy), but he still calls Colleen all the time and basically tortures the girl. I know that she's a big girl and she can take care of herself, but I really want to punch this "perfect" guy in the face.
I hate that I invited him into my home and fed him one of the best meals I've ever made. I hate that I introduced him to Gene and that Gene LIKES the guy, because he's a fucking charmer. And I really hate that I don't want to hate him! I really wanted him to be as nice as he seemed to be. This girl deserves the world... and what's funny is that usually she's the typical male in the relationship. Guys fawn over her, she thinks "what's this guy's problem" and runs for the hills. The ONE TIME she doesn't run... she's still convinced that she's going to marry him... and I know that if he called her tomorrow and said "I'm sorry... I really do love you, please marry me," she'd say yes. Then I'd have to swim to Ireland, bash her on the head, and drag her home for her own good.
But I can't say anything. Because she needs to get her heart broken, as hard as that can be... watching your best friend get her heart broken and knowing that it's the best thing for her. She's never really invested herself in a relationship. She's dated two definite gay men and two with the jury still out, and multiple guys with crazy obsessions, but none of them have been real relationships. Not really. She needs a real relationship with real heartache and real fights. It's so easy to try to put the people you love in this bubble to protect them, and I think the hardest thing to admit is that maybe that bubble is the worst thing that you could do.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
The Ex.
There's this guy I dated all throughout high school, and granted, it's been about eight years since we've broken up, but there are things that he did to me that still have me completely messed up today. Between this guy and my father, I don't know which one gave me more trust issues. I'm not going to use this exes name. Instead, we're going to call just call him The Ex, because out of all my exes, he's the only one I'll ever bitch about. One I'm still very good friends with (even though he cheated on me), one is a youth minister and married with babies (even though when we dated he was goth. that's just amusing), one is too self-obsessed to be angry, and one I'm kind of friends with, but he's just plain weird.
Basic backstory with The Ex... we dated for almost two years when I was a junior and senior in high school. He was a senior when I was a freshman, but he moved across the country to go to school. We dated while he was across the country, and our relationship was amazing then. He came home in the summer and for Christmas. Our first Christmas together, his Christmas present to me was that he was moving back home after graduating with his associates degree. I wasn't excited enough about it, and he got mad at me. I guess I just assumed that he would be moving home. He would always get upset with me whenever I didn't exclaim with joy every time he called or came home. I guess he expected me to cry. Whatever.
One summer, there was this incident. He had just come home, but I had made plans that day already to spend the night at a friends. We started drinking (I was 17... bad plan, I know) and the girls decided to go swimming, except I had no bathing suit. So we decided to go skinny dipping and not tell the boys. The boys followed us. I told The Ex, and he got all kinds of upset, and rightly so. But didn't break up with me. Instead, we stayed together for a whole year and he held it against me every chance he got. He made me feel so low and so bad about myself... he had me completely trained. I even slept with the jackass so that he'd trust me again. Huge mistake. For eight years, I've wanted to have it out with this guy. At least twice a month, he'd try to break up with me, and I'd beg him not to. Until the last time. He said something cryptic like "I think you know what I want, and I think you want the same thing" and I finally said, "Fine. Never talk to me again." and hung up. Later on that summer, he showed up at my first college party (we called it Kidnapping, it was a tradition in the theatre program I was in) and made me feel awful. I left that party after 10 minutes. I never ahd my chance to really tell him how I felt, and since then I've never been able to really trust people because I always feel like they're trying to control me.
Recently, he showed up on one of my various networking sites... and he started passive aggressively posting cryptic things about me on it. The guy still acts like he's 15. He's 28. I tried being nice earlier and extending an olive branch... because it bothers me that someone hates me as much as he does, despite the fact that I have every right to want to punch him in the face. He ignored my olive branch. So the second time, after the passive agressiveness, I sent him another message that was like "Look, asshole, if you want to be all passive aggressive about me, then fine, but grow the hell up and say it to my face you coward." And other nasty things about how he's controlling and how he's totally screwed me up in the head.
This was his response: Hello. What r u talkin about? No one said anything about fighting.I was told people were talking about me and there is no reason for it. If some one has something to say about me then say it to me. Seems as tho you are trying to start a fight, however i am not. So there will be no fight. Sorry. I don't appreciate people talking about me. Let's be grown up. Aside from all that crap what's new with u?
WHAT THE HELL IS THAT???? AND THEN! After a very confused "what the hell?" response from me, I get this: There isn't hatred towards you.It's in our past so let's just leave it there. Yea there are a few things unresolved but it was a long time ago so I put that stuff behind me and move on from anything that bothers me in life. Radio huh? As in a radio station on the radio? That's sweet. My brother did that for a couple years. Speaking of acting I ran into Maria not too long ago, she's traveling all over the place acting. What fruit can't u eat? I'm allergic to shrimp but I still eat it... yea i break out in rashes n itch alot but that's why I bring Bendryl to Red Lobster.....last week it did not work and I paid the price. It was good tho.
One of two things is happening here. Either 1. He has matured and is a nice human being. I do not trust this one bit. I know him better than to think that he is a nice human being and has matured. Which leaves 2. This is his passive aggresive plot to have him come out of this smelling like a rose and make me feel awful about myself yet again. I responded to his last reponse with a very nice message. This was a few weeks ago. I'm still waiting for a response. This supports my #2 theory. He hasn't gotten over it, he just doesn't want to take any responsibility, and he wants to come out looking like the better person. I hate people like that.
Basic backstory with The Ex... we dated for almost two years when I was a junior and senior in high school. He was a senior when I was a freshman, but he moved across the country to go to school. We dated while he was across the country, and our relationship was amazing then. He came home in the summer and for Christmas. Our first Christmas together, his Christmas present to me was that he was moving back home after graduating with his associates degree. I wasn't excited enough about it, and he got mad at me. I guess I just assumed that he would be moving home. He would always get upset with me whenever I didn't exclaim with joy every time he called or came home. I guess he expected me to cry. Whatever.
One summer, there was this incident. He had just come home, but I had made plans that day already to spend the night at a friends. We started drinking (I was 17... bad plan, I know) and the girls decided to go swimming, except I had no bathing suit. So we decided to go skinny dipping and not tell the boys. The boys followed us. I told The Ex, and he got all kinds of upset, and rightly so. But didn't break up with me. Instead, we stayed together for a whole year and he held it against me every chance he got. He made me feel so low and so bad about myself... he had me completely trained. I even slept with the jackass so that he'd trust me again. Huge mistake. For eight years, I've wanted to have it out with this guy. At least twice a month, he'd try to break up with me, and I'd beg him not to. Until the last time. He said something cryptic like "I think you know what I want, and I think you want the same thing" and I finally said, "Fine. Never talk to me again." and hung up. Later on that summer, he showed up at my first college party (we called it Kidnapping, it was a tradition in the theatre program I was in) and made me feel awful. I left that party after 10 minutes. I never ahd my chance to really tell him how I felt, and since then I've never been able to really trust people because I always feel like they're trying to control me.
Recently, he showed up on one of my various networking sites... and he started passive aggressively posting cryptic things about me on it. The guy still acts like he's 15. He's 28. I tried being nice earlier and extending an olive branch... because it bothers me that someone hates me as much as he does, despite the fact that I have every right to want to punch him in the face. He ignored my olive branch. So the second time, after the passive agressiveness, I sent him another message that was like "Look, asshole, if you want to be all passive aggressive about me, then fine, but grow the hell up and say it to my face you coward." And other nasty things about how he's controlling and how he's totally screwed me up in the head.
This was his response: Hello. What r u talkin about? No one said anything about fighting.I was told people were talking about me and there is no reason for it. If some one has something to say about me then say it to me. Seems as tho you are trying to start a fight, however i am not. So there will be no fight. Sorry. I don't appreciate people talking about me. Let's be grown up. Aside from all that crap what's new with u?
WHAT THE HELL IS THAT???? AND THEN! After a very confused "what the hell?" response from me, I get this: There isn't hatred towards you.It's in our past so let's just leave it there. Yea there are a few things unresolved but it was a long time ago so I put that stuff behind me and move on from anything that bothers me in life. Radio huh? As in a radio station on the radio? That's sweet. My brother did that for a couple years. Speaking of acting I ran into Maria not too long ago, she's traveling all over the place acting. What fruit can't u eat? I'm allergic to shrimp but I still eat it... yea i break out in rashes n itch alot but that's why I bring Bendryl to Red Lobster.....last week it did not work and I paid the price. It was good tho.
One of two things is happening here. Either 1. He has matured and is a nice human being. I do not trust this one bit. I know him better than to think that he is a nice human being and has matured. Which leaves 2. This is his passive aggresive plot to have him come out of this smelling like a rose and make me feel awful about myself yet again. I responded to his last reponse with a very nice message. This was a few weeks ago. I'm still waiting for a response. This supports my #2 theory. He hasn't gotten over it, he just doesn't want to take any responsibility, and he wants to come out looking like the better person. I hate people like that.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Ambitious Undertaking
I have decided that for one of the two weddings that I need to go to this June, I want to mae my dress. Probably for the first wedding...which is on Gene's birthday, and the first of the two weddings. I have this ADORABLE french blue Anne Taylor dress that I wore to a wedding a year ago, and this first wedding (Gene's friends) has the exact same wedding party on the groom's side as last year's, so I can't wear the Anne Taylor dress to that. The second wedding is a family wedding, and only Gene has seen me in that dress... so most likely I'll wear the blue dress to that wedding.
Anyway. I'm on Vogue Patterns' website today, and discover that they're having a 2-day sale, and all of their patterns are only $5.99! Which is awesome, because usually they're $15+. But I need help deciding. The sale is over tomorrow, so I have until midnight tomorrow to decide on what the heck dress I'm going to get, and there are a few that I LOVE. So here they are. A little bit about my figure beforehand... I'm short, slim build, and pear shaped, thanks to the fact that I have a butt. I don't have small boobs or big boobs...fairly in the middle. So I don't have to worry about falling out of anything.
Dress 1:
I love the cut of this dress, but I'd probably choose a different fabric. Probably still a print, because I think in a solid this dress may be boring.
Dress 2:
This was the first dress that drew my eye, actually. I love the detail belt. And I love the red, so I'd probably keep the color.
Dress 3:
Ok. This dress has a few in the pattern. I like the one of the main picture... and I like the idea of a textured fabric. The other variation I like is the one on the bottom left(the black dress with the shoulder and belt detail in a different fabric). I also like the blue one right above that.
Ok. So. HELP. Which one!??
Anyway. I'm on Vogue Patterns' website today, and discover that they're having a 2-day sale, and all of their patterns are only $5.99! Which is awesome, because usually they're $15+. But I need help deciding. The sale is over tomorrow, so I have until midnight tomorrow to decide on what the heck dress I'm going to get, and there are a few that I LOVE. So here they are. A little bit about my figure beforehand... I'm short, slim build, and pear shaped, thanks to the fact that I have a butt. I don't have small boobs or big boobs...fairly in the middle. So I don't have to worry about falling out of anything.
Dress 1:
I love the cut of this dress, but I'd probably choose a different fabric. Probably still a print, because I think in a solid this dress may be boring.
Dress 2:
This was the first dress that drew my eye, actually. I love the detail belt. And I love the red, so I'd probably keep the color.
Dress 3:
Ok. This dress has a few in the pattern. I like the one of the main picture... and I like the idea of a textured fabric. The other variation I like is the one on the bottom left(the black dress with the shoulder and belt detail in a different fabric). I also like the blue one right above that.
Ok. So. HELP. Which one!??
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Idina Idina Idina!
Idina Menzel is coming to Delaware... again. She was here last year, and the show sold out in five minutes...and I was really sad. Apparently, this time they gave her a much larger venue... and there are lots of tickets left. A friend of mine managed to get us a few bucks off the tickets, so they were only $31 instead of $38. I'm super excited.
The only dilemma I'm having at the moment... next week, for four days, Mandy Patinkin and Patty LuPone are also in Delaware. And I REALLY want to go. With all of the "servicing fees" and nonsense that the theatre is charging ($11.50 for a service charge) the ticket would cost over $70. I mean, I love Mandy and Patty... Patty LuPone was one of the reasons I wanted to do theater...but I really can't afford that much money! I'm so bummed. And! The thing is... the theatre that's hosting the show is a client of the stations. SOMETIMES I can get comp tickets to shows, but usually only if they aren't selling well. I don't know if I can work my comp magic for this one, but I'm really crossing my fingers. I keep trying to convince our programming director that he needs to get Mandy and Patty in-studio for an interview. When I told him about it, the only thing he could say was "Mandy Patinkin is in town? When? Really? Mandy Patinkin? I love Mandy Patinkin." I mean, I'd be backstage and be Patty's bitch for the evening. Please? Pretty please? You don't even have to give me a seat! Just let me stand in the back... I will. I'll do whatever you want, damnit.
Idina will be fun though. I heard that her show was great the last time she came through... and her non theatre stuff is actually pretty amazing. Maybe we can get Idina in studio for an interview... or I'll have to suck up to someone to get backstage. Seriously. Of all of the crazy people I've met in radio, these are my people. These are the people that if I meet...I faint. Because I love them. And they're amazing. And they were the reasons I wanted to sing. I don't anymore, not really. But maybe for a night I can live vicariously through a stranger.
The only dilemma I'm having at the moment... next week, for four days, Mandy Patinkin and Patty LuPone are also in Delaware. And I REALLY want to go. With all of the "servicing fees" and nonsense that the theatre is charging ($11.50 for a service charge) the ticket would cost over $70. I mean, I love Mandy and Patty... Patty LuPone was one of the reasons I wanted to do theater...but I really can't afford that much money! I'm so bummed. And! The thing is... the theatre that's hosting the show is a client of the stations. SOMETIMES I can get comp tickets to shows, but usually only if they aren't selling well. I don't know if I can work my comp magic for this one, but I'm really crossing my fingers. I keep trying to convince our programming director that he needs to get Mandy and Patty in-studio for an interview. When I told him about it, the only thing he could say was "Mandy Patinkin is in town? When? Really? Mandy Patinkin? I love Mandy Patinkin." I mean, I'd be backstage and be Patty's bitch for the evening. Please? Pretty please? You don't even have to give me a seat! Just let me stand in the back... I will. I'll do whatever you want, damnit.
Idina will be fun though. I heard that her show was great the last time she came through... and her non theatre stuff is actually pretty amazing. Maybe we can get Idina in studio for an interview... or I'll have to suck up to someone to get backstage. Seriously. Of all of the crazy people I've met in radio, these are my people. These are the people that if I meet...I faint. Because I love them. And they're amazing. And they were the reasons I wanted to sing. I don't anymore, not really. But maybe for a night I can live vicariously through a stranger.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Totally Awkward Tuesday
Thanks to Joanie's Random Ramblings for telling me about Tova's Totally Awkward Tuesdays! Tova Darling is the host of Tova's Totally Awkward Tuesday.. and they're pretty funny, so you should definitely check that out.
I've been racking my brain for a good awkward story... and let me tell ya, it's a bit hard! I think most of my awkward moments are acting related... so remembering one that isn't is a challenge in and of itself!
Working at a radio station... we get our fair share of celebrities who come in and sing for us. Some of them are up and coming, and some of them are people who we've all heard of before. A few weeks ago, Nick Lachey was here. Today, this girl Jessie James is singing for us. Two years ago, Elliot Yamin from American Idol performed at one of our events. But Elliot Yamin wasn't the only American Idol Finalist that I've met. Last year... around this time... we had another one come in. But before I get to that, I need to tell you how I spent my lunch break.
I was in desperate need of foundation... my foundation was crappy, and didn't match my skin. So for my lunch break, I went to ULTA and played The Foundation Game. To play the Foundation Game, you take off all makeup... and then you try various foundations from different brands, shades, and textures in different parts of your face and see which one looks the best. I ended up picking Stila's Illuminating Foundation 10 Watt. Now, I actually don't like it on me, but that's another story. During The Foundation Game, I had about seven different kinds of foundation. I had completely forgotten that we had an artist coming in that day.
I go back to the station with at least seven different foundations on my face. I didn't bother taking them off, because I was like "whatever, I'm just going to sit in my cubicle all day anyway," but when I go in... there's all this pizza in the conference room. Pizza in the conference room means that there's an artist. And that's when I remembered that Ace Young, who is super hot, was at the station. So I met Ace Young... and his super sugary voice... with seven different colors of foundation on my face. I felt so stupid. I was in a store with endless amounts of testers and makeup artists... they could have made me look like a flipping super model! But no... I was weird foundation girl.
I've been racking my brain for a good awkward story... and let me tell ya, it's a bit hard! I think most of my awkward moments are acting related... so remembering one that isn't is a challenge in and of itself!
Working at a radio station... we get our fair share of celebrities who come in and sing for us. Some of them are up and coming, and some of them are people who we've all heard of before. A few weeks ago, Nick Lachey was here. Today, this girl Jessie James is singing for us. Two years ago, Elliot Yamin from American Idol performed at one of our events. But Elliot Yamin wasn't the only American Idol Finalist that I've met. Last year... around this time... we had another one come in. But before I get to that, I need to tell you how I spent my lunch break.
I was in desperate need of foundation... my foundation was crappy, and didn't match my skin. So for my lunch break, I went to ULTA and played The Foundation Game. To play the Foundation Game, you take off all makeup... and then you try various foundations from different brands, shades, and textures in different parts of your face and see which one looks the best. I ended up picking Stila's Illuminating Foundation 10 Watt. Now, I actually don't like it on me, but that's another story. During The Foundation Game, I had about seven different kinds of foundation. I had completely forgotten that we had an artist coming in that day.
I go back to the station with at least seven different foundations on my face. I didn't bother taking them off, because I was like "whatever, I'm just going to sit in my cubicle all day anyway," but when I go in... there's all this pizza in the conference room. Pizza in the conference room means that there's an artist. And that's when I remembered that Ace Young, who is super hot, was at the station. So I met Ace Young... and his super sugary voice... with seven different colors of foundation on my face. I felt so stupid. I was in a store with endless amounts of testers and makeup artists... they could have made me look like a flipping super model! But no... I was weird foundation girl.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Am I a bad person because I hate snow?
I really hate that "March comes in like a lion, and goes out like a lamb" phrase. Because I always want to believe that it's a lie. I think once February is over, I should get flowers... and warm weather... and skirts. But in the greater Philadelphia area, March sucks. At least this year. We got 6" and counting of snow last night, which is already unusual for March, but I'm at work...and no one else is. There are 4 people on my side of the building... no one on the sales side of the building... and all of the on-air and news people are here.
The roads were a mess... It took me 40 minutes to do my usual 15-20 minute drive because I had to drive 25mph the entire way. I'd like to think that I know how to drive in the snow, and living in this area, you really should know how to drive in the snow, but it always amazes me how every year whenever we get more than an inch of snow, the entire state FLIPS OUT and forgets how to deal with precipitation.
By Wednesday.. everyone's going to forget that we even had snow.
The roads were a mess... It took me 40 minutes to do my usual 15-20 minute drive because I had to drive 25mph the entire way. I'd like to think that I know how to drive in the snow, and living in this area, you really should know how to drive in the snow, but it always amazes me how every year whenever we get more than an inch of snow, the entire state FLIPS OUT and forgets how to deal with precipitation.
By Wednesday.. everyone's going to forget that we even had snow.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Flashback to 1992
I haven't had my eyes checked since 2002, and even then...it was one of those "is the dot in the box, or out of the box" things. Not a full blown exam. I couldn't even tell you the last time I had a full blown eye exam. Probably 1995. That was the last time I wore glasses. I has glasses from 1992-1995. All of this stems back to being Gene's fault, again.
Gene was asking his friend about when he knew that he needed glasses. And his friend told Gene that it was when he told someone that when he drives, headlights look like stars. Now, this scared me a bit...because headlights have ALWAYS looked like stars to me at night. I thought that's how they were supposed to look since it was nighttime. Apparently not. Apparently they are supposed to be circles not fuzzy starbursty shapes. Oops. Also, since I'm at the computer for 40+ hours a week, after a while, I get really bad headaches from being at the computer for too long. Finally I decided I just needed to suck it up and get them checked.
So I go to my eye doctor... they take all these weird pictures with these machines and stuff, and when the exam starts with the doctor, he tells me that he has to NUMB MY EYE. Have you ever had anethesia on your eye? It's weird. It feels like there's a little tiny person holding onto your eyeball and they're trying to pull your eyes shut. So after my eyes are nice and numb, he sticks this bright light in my face and tells me to keep my eyes open. My eyes start freaking out... I'm trying my hardest to keep them open, but they're fluttering all over the place. Finally, he tells me not to blink, and he sticks this blue light ON MY EYEBALL. Weird. I didn't feel it. Apparently he was checking for glaucoma, which in a 24 yr old girl I would think is incredibly unusual, but because of the color of my eyes (new to me) he needed to check. My eyes are a very weird color... they're blue, brown, green, violet, with flecks of gold. I literally have every eye color in my iris...which is one of the first signs of glaucoma. No worries, I'm fine. I just have freakishly colored eyes.
After this, he tells me that he needs to dilate my eyes. "BUT I NEED TO DRIVE HOME!" Apparently, he says I'll be fine to drive. Luckily I only had to drive about 4 blocks, but I was still really paranoid. The worst part of the ordeal? When they used the word BIFOCALS. Yup. I go from no glasses to BIFOCALS. And in case you're wondering, "bifocals" isn't in Verizon's Word texting library. Because I sent my mother a text message that said "I need agencals." Since my eyes were dilated and I couldn't see a damn thing, I had no idea what I was typing. Also a bad idea? Having me pick out frames while my eyes are dilated. I'm pretty sure I look like a hot librarian. I could look like a big ol' nerd. We'll find out in 7-10 days when I get my glasses back.
Gene was asking his friend about when he knew that he needed glasses. And his friend told Gene that it was when he told someone that when he drives, headlights look like stars. Now, this scared me a bit...because headlights have ALWAYS looked like stars to me at night. I thought that's how they were supposed to look since it was nighttime. Apparently not. Apparently they are supposed to be circles not fuzzy starbursty shapes. Oops. Also, since I'm at the computer for 40+ hours a week, after a while, I get really bad headaches from being at the computer for too long. Finally I decided I just needed to suck it up and get them checked.
So I go to my eye doctor... they take all these weird pictures with these machines and stuff, and when the exam starts with the doctor, he tells me that he has to NUMB MY EYE. Have you ever had anethesia on your eye? It's weird. It feels like there's a little tiny person holding onto your eyeball and they're trying to pull your eyes shut. So after my eyes are nice and numb, he sticks this bright light in my face and tells me to keep my eyes open. My eyes start freaking out... I'm trying my hardest to keep them open, but they're fluttering all over the place. Finally, he tells me not to blink, and he sticks this blue light ON MY EYEBALL. Weird. I didn't feel it. Apparently he was checking for glaucoma, which in a 24 yr old girl I would think is incredibly unusual, but because of the color of my eyes (new to me) he needed to check. My eyes are a very weird color... they're blue, brown, green, violet, with flecks of gold. I literally have every eye color in my iris...which is one of the first signs of glaucoma. No worries, I'm fine. I just have freakishly colored eyes.
After this, he tells me that he needs to dilate my eyes. "BUT I NEED TO DRIVE HOME!" Apparently, he says I'll be fine to drive. Luckily I only had to drive about 4 blocks, but I was still really paranoid. The worst part of the ordeal? When they used the word BIFOCALS. Yup. I go from no glasses to BIFOCALS. And in case you're wondering, "bifocals" isn't in Verizon's Word texting library. Because I sent my mother a text message that said "I need agencals." Since my eyes were dilated and I couldn't see a damn thing, I had no idea what I was typing. Also a bad idea? Having me pick out frames while my eyes are dilated. I'm pretty sure I look like a hot librarian. I could look like a big ol' nerd. We'll find out in 7-10 days when I get my glasses back.
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