never be anything but loud
Confessions of a Hoarder
Clutter is one of main enemies in my house. I hate it so much that at least once or twice a year, I make it a point to go through every nook and cranny in my home and purge it of things I don’t need or haven’t used. This includes clothes, kitchen utensils and gadgets, shoes, beauty things, books, linens, etc. I am pretty ruthless when it comes to what I get rid of. As a matter of fact, I hate it so much that for the most part, my house has been devoid of any trinkets or tchotchkes and I don’t store anything on my kitchen counters except for the bread box, knife block, paper towel holder and wine rack (the essentials).
So one would think this extends to all areas of my life and for the most part, it does. I’m relentlessly organized and clean at work. My car sometimes teeters on the edge of being bad but once it gets overwhelming I have to stop what I’m doing and clean it out too otherwise I start to panic a bit.
Geekiness & Begging
I’m still here with an almost thirty item list of post ideas (not including the general post ideas I’ve accumulated in a rather long archive in my Evernote files) but I’ve been a bit distracted.
My birthday present came in the mail on Tuesday …. and yea …
Marrying Up
I know there have been tons of other more important things going on in the world but there’s one thing I wanted to say and I’m kind of late on it since I didn’t technically open this site until Saturday.
This .. was perfection!
I didn’t wake up early, I didn’t throw any parties. As a matter of fact, I DVR’ed it and fast forwarded through to the good parts. When I was younger, I had always thought William was kind of cute but truth be told, Harry got the better end of that ugly stick. I mean, he’s not atrocious by any means and being a Prince sure does help in the getting girls game and I’m sure he’s quite a lovely person.
But Kate is simply lovely. Perfection at it’s finest. Am I the only one thinking he got the better end of the deal. I mean, she is stunning and she makes such a great royal. I bet after all of the bad press and shitty couple of years the royal family has had, the Queen is looking at Kate like she’s a breath of fresh air.
Because she is! I could care less about the rest of the wedding but those two dresses, I am IN LOVE with. I want to get married or throw a party just so I can get some replicas and wear them. She could not have looked more beautiful.
And when you take that and wrap it up into the whole pomp and circumstance and tradition and fairytaleness of the whole day, you can help but be a tiny bit enamored.
I’m sure Diana would be proud.
As an aside, a probably awful, mean, hateful aside – does anyone see the two poor unfortunate looking little girls in the first picture to the left of William? I mean, I guess they’re not horrible but I can gurantee if I looked back on a picture of me like that I’d be kind of sad, particularly if it had to do with such a large occasion.
Yesterday
I’ve always felt to be a bit of a fraud when discussing the events of 9/11 with people because most of the time, they very clearly remember hearing the news, stopping everything they were doing and being glued to the TV.
I, on the other hand, had decided to skip my morning classes and slept right through it. And, to top it all off, managed to get myself out of bed and ready to go without hearing a word of what was going on (this was of course, before Twitter, Facebook, etc.). It wasn’t until I was in the car, on the way to work and heard the radio DJs discussing how everything was closing and how basically the entire city of Phiadelphia was shutting down. I actually called my mom and she told me what happened and told me not to go into the city.
I remember calling Steve to make sure everything was ok there. I knew it was, of course, but I think I just wanted to hear his voice. I remember being so mad that Temple didn’t close and that one of my professors was expecting us to come to our evening class (of which I was not going to go regardless – you weren’t going to catch me within million of feet of the closest metropolitan area to New York that day). I remember all of us gathered somberly in the break room still watching long after the initial attacks, dumbfounded, saddened, terrified.
So I have memories but this unfortunately it is just one of those events that I missed right as it was happening and I think I will always be ok with that in some way. My emotions from that day and the subsequent days are just as raw and valid as anyone else’s but somehow, I’ll always feel a bit disconnected.
