Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Just because a friend or family member is pulling away a bit, that doesn't mean you're losing them forever!

Tuesday, December 23, 2008
10:08 pm My bed

I am exhausted. Working at a toystore during Christmas does not put me in a very Christmas-y place. I was pretty annoyed and stressed out all day, but thinking about how I was going to vent in my blog made me feel better. Now I'm too tired to muster the strength to rant and rave.

Who am I kidding? Somehow I'll find the strength. Most of the following list has to do with wrapping because that's mostly what I did all day. I kept track, and I wrapped 61 gifts in 5 and a half hours...


Things That People Do In the Toystore That Drive Me Crazy:

1.) When you ask a customer if they would like any of their purchases wrapped and they say, "Well, if you'd like to, okay." No, I would not like to. Don't try to twist what you're doing to me. Don't try to act like I want to wrap the $200 worth of toys you just bought. Do you see the line behind you? Do you see how tired I look? Do you hear your screaming children? If you're going to make me wrap all of this, own it. Say, "Yes, please. Thank you." Don't act like I gave you the idea.

2.) When a customer says, "This needs to be wrapped." The only thing that needs anything is your attitude, and it needs an adjustment. Christmas will not be ruined if the toys don't get wrapped. The earth will not stop turning, time will not stand still. Don't tell me you need anything. Wrapping is a free service, and we don't have to do it.

3.) When a customer says they want everything wrapped. If you're 81 and crippled by arthritis, I'll buy it. But if you're a 30-something woman who decides to do all of her Christmas shopping two days before Christmas, and then decides she wants us to wrap all of her $500 worth of toys, then shame on you. The line to check out was ridiculous all day, and a lot of that is because we simply don't have enough staff to sit there and wrap 20 toys for one woman. If you would like a few things wrapped, that's totally fine - it's our job, it's a service we offer, go for it. But when there are five people behind you in line, don't tell me you need it all wrapped. You need to be courteous.

4.) When customers don't cut out their coupons. This is not difficult. Maybe while you're walking around buying armloads of unnecessary gifts for your spoiled children you could grab a pair of scissors for yourself. It is so rare that someone actually hands me a clipped coupon. Usually they're messily ripped out. Yesterday, one woman actually handed me the entire newspaper, so she could use the coupon. It took everything I had not to throw it back at her. It may not seem like a big deal, but there are good reasons for why not clipping coupons causes problems. Firstly, it jams up the drawer. We put all our receipts and coupons in this space under the cash drawer, and you can imagine how shoving a whole newspaper in there can cause issues. Then, we have to cut the coupons out ourselves, to make room, which slows down the line, etc.

5.) When customers are on their cell phones. Believe me, I love a good phone convo. But I try not to hold them while in line at a store. Particularly, when I'm being helped. It's rude, and as hard as it may be to believe, no one cares about your life (says the girl with the blog about her life...). Yesterday a woman was at the register, on her cell phone, and I asked her if she wanted anything wrapped. She gave me the finger. No, not the middle finger -- it was so much worse. She put up her first finger, as if to tell me to 'wait a sec.' ISN'T THAT SO UNBELIEVABLE??? There is a line of people behind her, and she's telling me to wait so she can complain to her sister-in-law about the sub-par pedicure she just received. In that moment, I wished I owned the store so I could have kicked her out of line. If only I ruled the world...

So, despite the incredibly rude people I had to deal with all day who make me never want to have children and make me depressed about the future of humanity, there are some bright moments.

1.) I work with good people. I love having both my sisters at the store, and everyone on staff is friends so we can roll our eyes at each other over the rude customers and whiny children. We like each other so much, we choose to spend time with each other outside of work! We go to bingo, we get dinner together, we have movie nights. There's a work Christmas party and a work New Year's party. We all know each others' problems and life dramas, so we're like a little family. It's super cute.

2.) Some customers appreciate us. Today, in the midst of the craziness, this little old woman came into the store and gave us a tin of cookies to thank us for all the wrapping and customar service we provide, etc. I actually smiled for the first time all day! It was just really cute and thoughtful and it made me feel warm and fuzzy.

3.) The candy tin. Every year around Christmas, Stan and Carolyn get this HUGE tub of candy from their accountant, I think, and it keeps the staff on a permanent sugar high. We take turns running back and grabbing handfuls of candy to keep us energized through the wrapping craziness. It's sooo goooooood!

4.) You can do nice things. Despite my constant complaining, I'm actually quite helpful to customers, in person. Today this really nice woman bought a bunch of toys. I asked her if she wanted them wrapped, and she said no, but I could tell she kind of did. It was pretty calm in the store, so I told her it wouldn't be a problem and that we could do it. She still wavered, but ended up saying yes. So, we wrap everything in like five minutes, and she just keeps thanking me, and I'm like "It's no problem, this way you'll have a little extra time tonight." And she's like, "You have no idea. I'm working tonight and all day tomorrow." And she just looked so relieved and happy! It made me happy to give her one less thing to worry about.

5.) Kids are cute (sometimes). When they're not screaming or crying or throwing a fit or wetting their pants or drooling or wiping their snot on something, they're pretty cute. Especially when they get a toy they like, and they want to tell you all about it. Or when you tell them they can hold the bag, and their eyes get really big, and they get all excited at the new responsibility. I love it when kids buy gifts for each other. Today, twin boys were picking out toys for each other, and it was just so funny to see them so excited at hiding their gifts from each other and figuring out how much things cost.

So, maybe the good things balance the bad. I still have to fight the urge to act like the woman in the video below, however, when customers get "rude."



Yesterday, I worked from noon to 7:30 pm, and then I had to head out to the mall for some more last minute Christmas shopping. It was the last thing I wanted to do, but I had to. The mall was pretty packed - lots of long lines and lots of haggard looking cashiers and salespeople.

I made sure I was extra nice.

Love,
Tara

Friday, December 19, 2008

Now is a great time to make a commitment to a friend or family member -- maybe a bet, even -- that can improve your health.

Friday, Dec. 19, 2008
10:47 am The freezing family room

I awoke in my bed this morning, after my mom had come in and out of my room with the news that Kaitlyn had a snow day. There is still no snow on the ground, but apparently that's beside the point. Dad went off the work, and Mom and Stephanie went shopping, so Kaitlyn and I were quickly abandoned to face the blizzard on our own. When I came down the stairs to see my darling sister slumped on the couch, eyes glued to the tv, I sang the Snow Day song to her. It was really good, ask her.

So now, as we sit in the freezing family room (we're having furnace issues), Kaitlyn and I decided to do a little blogging together. When I suggested the idea, she said "I’ll need some poster board, a ruler, and some magic markers," in an Asian accent. The topic of discussion, I decided, would be all the reasons she's glad I'm home.

Here's Kaitlyn's List:

1. She sings very loudly to me in the morning.
2. She complains about the cold every 2 minutes.
3. When asked to put in a holiday themed Friends episode, she turned off the TV.
4. She drinks my Arizona Green Tea juice boxes because apparently when I tell her they are mine it goes in one ear and out the other.
5. She steals her computer away from me in the midst of my online "window" shopping to blog to you lovely people.

Well, there you have it. With reasons like that, who wouldn't want me home?


... don't answer that.


Love,
Tara (& Kaitlyn)

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Your people are more important than ever -- and more squirrelly, too!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

6:45 pm Fam Room



Have you seen this holiday commericial? It's SO cute!!! Seriously, the kid is adorable. It reminds me of every little kid I've ever babysat for.






Most of you have received the BRILLIANT Christmas card that Maria and I have sent out, but for those of you who didn't get the card with our faces plastered on it with its accompanying poem, I will display them here.

Here's the pic:

And here's the brilliant Christmas poem that Maria and I wrote instead of doing work at the library:

A Christmas Poem
by Tara and Maria

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the floor
Not a person was stirring, not even Dean Elmore.
The empty beer cans were piled in the recycling bin with care,
In hopes that a liquor fund soon would be there.

The roommates were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of graduation danced in their heads.
And Tara grabbed a snack, while Maria hit the light,
And the two settled down to recap the night.

When outside StuVi there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the window we flew like a flash,
Wondering if another student was trashed.

The streetlight on the sidewalk shed light on the snow,
So we could finally make out a shape down below.
When what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

We rode down the elevator so lively and quick,
For we knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
But presents for us he had not a one,
And we saw at that time that our Christmas was done.

“No money? Or vodka? Or T pass? Or food?
No parental approval? This ruins our mood!
To the side of the guard booth! To the very 10th floor!
This holiday sucks! What’s Christmas good for?

“We’re just lowly interns, we can’t get a job,
Our futures are unclear,” we said with a sob.
“How are we s’posed to go live on our own?
The economy sucks, and our savings our blown!”

“Dear girls,” said Santa, with a twinkling eye,
“Your talents are many, your successes are nigh.
You’re pretty and charming, men flock to your doors.
You’re witty and clever, the future is yours.

“Now stop all your worry, you’re ahead of the game,
Your internships will help you, and your family the same.
I think you will find a surprise Christmas Day,
Much cash from your parents, that’s all I can say.”

“Thanks Santa!” we said, as he jumped in his sleigh,
And we waved him good bye, all our worries at bay.
Then we looked at each other and yelled with delight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

Love,

Tara

Saturday, December 13, 2008

"If you find yourself in a hole, stop digging" alert.

Saturday, December 13
7:16 pm My room

A text convo with my darling sister on Thursday:


K (4:33 pm): My phone is all broken! I can't make calls or answer them or listen to my voice mails! Maybe I'll be able to get my new phone sooner now!

T (4:43 pm): Bummer! Whatd u do to it???

K (4:44 pm): I Pooped on it

T (4:44 pm): You made me laugh out loud at work. Seriously whatd u do to it?

K (4:46 pm): Good! And nothing at all i just tried to make a call and i couldn't hear anything and mom couldn't hear me

T (4:46 pm): Bummer man. I feel for u

T (4:47 pm): I'm so friggin bored

K (4:47 pm): Well you can feel excited for me cuz i wanted a new phone anyway!

K (4:48 pm): Do work?

T (4:48 pm): Thank you that's helpful

K (4:49 pm): I try :) think of all the things you can do for me as an early christmas present such as clean my room!

T (4:50 pm): Yeah ill get on that soon as I'm home. When are you working at the toystore next?

K (4:51 pm): Tomorrow Gts

T (4:51 pm): What does gts mean?

K (4:52 pm): god get with it. Good times

T (4:53 pm): Haha syf.

K (4:54 pm): What does that mean?

T (4:55 pm): Shut your face. I just made it up

K (4:56 pm): Orlskethmlj. Oh it means something. But I'll never tell

Love,
Tara

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Try to relinquish ingrained patterns that you tend to invoke under stress.

Tuesday, December 9
11:59 pm I am a victim!

Have you seen this video? Watch it, then read on.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2xZp-GLMMJ0

Ridiculous, right? Especially when they're all at the football game because they look like they're straight out of a cult. Anyway, they're also HILARIOUS, and it would have made an excellent gag gift for my mom because she's always cold. But then Snuggies Inc. stole the contents of my wallet just like a pick pocket would target an unsuspecting American girl in a bar in Spain... but I digress...

After a week of no food or sleep, I finally finished all my final projects today, and I was looking forward to a little online shopping. I thought a Snuggie, while completely ridiculous, would make a delightful little gift for the always freezing Mama G. I mean, a blanket with sleeves? She'd wear it all the time. So, I googled "Snuggies" and found the official website. It looks totally legit! I mean, they were advertised on the QVC for goodness sakes! So, I click, pick a color (sage green), enter a little personal credit card information, check my order, wham, bam, thank you, ma'am, order complete. At $37.56.

WHAT???? I cried, nearly spitting out my Crystal Light. Then I looked at the order again. TWO sage green Snuggies and TWO book lights. Puh-scuse me? I said to my computer. My computer flickered to show its confusion, as well. Now, I KNOW I did not order two sage green Snuggies and two book lights, but there was no way to check my order or cancel it. So, I googled "how to cancel my Snuggie order" and ALL these links popped up about how Snuggies are a scam and nobody's been receiving them and how their customer service number isn't a real number. All good things to know before one places an order, but I digress...

Well, I was just not going to stand for this and neither was my bank account... mostly because there isn't enough money in there for two sage green Snuggies and a couple of book lights, but I digress. So, I went to the source - good ol' BofA. That's right, I called Bank of America. I'm on a first name basis with several of the operators there because I've had problems with my checking card/account so many times (these "problems" are mostly human error, but I digress). After trying several different Customer Service numbers and getting connected to all sorts of departments, I finally spoke with a "representative" who could help me. She asked me what the problem was. Here's the condensed version of our conversation:

T: "Hi, well, I was doing a little online shopping, and I'm pretty sure I just gave my check card information to this website that was a total scam."

Rep (with Southern accent): (pause) Well, I'm sorry to hear that ma'am.

T: Seriously. Me too.

Rep: Well, I can go ahead and freeze your account if you'd like.

T: Nice. Freeze it. Please.

Rep: Ok, I'm just -

T: WAIT! Am I going to be able to get money from my account?

Rep: Yes ma'am, if you would like, instead of mailing you your new card, you can stop by any of our Bank of America locations, and they will issue you a temporary card.

T: Ok, great, thanks. I'll do that. I'm going Christmas shopping with my sister on Thursday.

Rep: (pause) You're very welcome, ma'am. Is there anything else I can do for you today?

T: I don't think so. Thanks a lot for your help. I really appreciate it.

Rep: You're very welcome ma'am. Now you have a good rest of your evening and a very Happy Holidays.

T: You too! Don't buy Snuggies!

Rep: I'm sorry, ma'am?

T: Er, nothing.



Love,
Tara

Monday, December 8, 2008

Your urge to splurge makes all sorts of sense -- there's ads everywhere telling you to shop -- but you may need to resist the impulse for today.

Monday, December 8, 2008
3:48 pm Libe Status

Scenes from a Library:

Tara and Noelle are sitting next to each other in cubicles on the third floor of Mugar.

Tara: (whispering) Girl, there are a lot of cute guys here.
Noelle: (makes a face) There are?
Tara: Well, one. (tilts head to the right)
Noelle: (leans back casually to get a look) Yeah, he’s cute.

Tara spends the next five minutes trying to catch his eye. Even gets up and walks by his cubicle. Unsuccessful, she gives up.

Five minutes later, guy gets up and walks past where Tara and Noelle are seated.

Noelle: I think he’s gay.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Avoid conflict by refraining from commenting on another's approach.

Saturday, December 6, 2008
12:13 am Not doing work


Ok, so this song isn't new, but I just recently fell in love with it, and I CAN'T STOP LISTENING TO IT. I seriously had it on repeat for a half hour while I was working out, and then I just watched the video about four times. Maybe I shouldn't admit that...


Anyway, I love it so much because it's the story of my life. I'm sure any girl who's ever dealt with that period right before the end of a relationship can relate.


Kate Nash, Foundations: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhC4E055OsY

Love,
Tara

Thursday, December 4, 2008

If an invitation to leave town materializes, why not accept?

Thursday, December 4, 2008
6:24 pm In an angry place

Okay, ladies and gentleman: it's venting time. I HATE THE T. With the burning passion of a million suns. I'm not exaggerating. Every single time I ride that thing I end up feeling annoyed or pissed off or violated.

Let's take today, for example. I left the Improper at 5:30 pm, my usual time, and walked to the Arlington T stop, which was crowded. This is to be expected at this time in the evening, so I was unfazed. A B train was there letting people on as I walked down the stairs, but it was so packed on I didn't bother trying. I stood by the wall quietly and waited for the next train. Another B train rolled up not long after. It too was packed. People were pressed up against the doors and windows. I rolled my eyes and decided to wait for the next one. Eventually, another one comes along. Packed.

Now, I am not a shy person. If I thought I had a shot at getting on any one of those trains, you can rest assured I would have knocked over anyone in my path to get there. But there simply wasn't any room on any of these trains. And after an eight hour day of staring at a computer screen in a windowless room these trains were testing my patience.

Finally, B train number four rolls up. There was no room, again, but I decided to try anyway. I found a lovely spot in the conductor's booth. I was seriously on top of the guy, but at least I was on the freaking train. As the train made it's way down the green line, people slowly started to get off, allowing me to move further into the train and off of the conductor's lap. But now I was among "the people." "The people" are all of the people on the T that I hate. Now, to be fair, I probably hate them because I consider the T the bane of my existence, but I hate them nonetheless.

First, there's smug sitting guy. God, I hate that guy. He's the guy who got on the T in like, Haymarket when the T was empty, and snagged a seat. Now he sits there, glancing up at all the miserable people who are gripping the handle bars as the T rocks back and forth, and he smiles. The guy smiles. And it's this condescending, asshole smile because well, he has a seat, and in the hierarchy of the T passenger kingdom, he's the freaking king. So he just sits there, doing his pretentious crossword puzzle, and, every so often, smiles smugly.

Then, there are the starers. I hate them too. I realize the T ride is a boring one and I'm probably the most attractive girl you've seen in your life, but I am not a way for you to pass the time. You had better hope this T stays crowded because if I get close enough to you I'm going to gauge your eyes out. Stop staring at me.

And finally, there are the people who smell. You may think this choice not to bathe is a personal one, but it's NOT. If you can't drag your lazy ass into the shower for yourself, do it for all of the people who are forced to be around you. I'm going to start carrying Febreze with me and spraying it in the faces of smelly T passengers.

So, THEN we're at BU East, still several stops from mine, and there's the dreaded announcement: "This train is going express to Brighton Avenue." I wanted to scream, "You've got to be *&%$!#% kidding me!" but instead I surpressed it and only let out an audible groan. Smug sitting guy responded by looking up and giving me a sympathetic smile. I moved to give him a not-so-sympathetic gesture, but I was carried away by the crowd of people who needed to get off the T because it was going express. WHAT IS THE POINT OF GOING EXPRESS? Why do YOU, Mister T Conductor, suddenly get to decide that you are going to skip a quarter of the stops on your line??? I paid my $1.60 just like everyone else! I am entitled to my FULL ride next to smug sitting guy and staring guy and smelly guy!

My life is so unfair.

Tara

Monday, December 1, 2008

Lucky Jupiter is cozying up to Queen Venus, endowing you with a deft touch and a silver tongue.

Monday, December 1, 2008
7:02 pm My horoscope is really bizarre today

Happy December! Sooo, since it's been a week since I've blogged, I figure I should update you all on each part of my life.

1.) Family Life
Well, Thanksgiving was just a delight for my family... because I was there. Kidding! I spent most of the break with my fam because I became deathly ill (slight exaggeration), but it was really fun. There's nothing like four different people coming in and out of your bedroom in the morning, trying to hold conversations with you, to start the day right. For the actual Tofurkey Day, we went to Gma's in Suffield. Dinner was delish and it was good to spend time with Grandma, Leo, and Auntie Ellie. My sisters, mother, and I were inducted into the family tradition of playing Tripoly. I was a natural (of course) and won 45 cents! At home that night, my family busted out Clue, another family tradition. We played a newer version, though, which made things a little more exciting. I would have won, had I not made a stupid math error. Dad won instead. I am not a good loser.

2.) Personal Life
The problem with going home to see all your old friends and family is you will undoubtedly be asked the same question a dozen times: Any boyfriends? If you have one, it's great because you can smile all coyly and say, "Welllll...." and then everybody freaks out and wants to know everything. When you don't, as was my case, you have to say something uncomfortable like, "Oh, uh, no. I mean, not right now. Just, uh, you know, well, I mean, no, I guess not." And then your friends' eyes get really big and they act all supportive, "Well, that's really good! It's good to take some time for yourself! I really admire that! That's great." And their voices are always really high-pitched when they say it. So, yeah. I'm, uh, you know, just living my life, I, uh, I guess. I was actually just talking to my friend, Javi, from Madrid. He asked me if I was seeing anyone, and I said no (way easier to do online), and he responds, "Wow, T. No wonder you go to the gym all the time." Jajaja...

3.) Health
Despite the fact that I was sick over the break, I'm feeling relatively healthy. I do, however, want to lose a pound and a half by Christmas Break. Are you done rolling your eyes? Anyone I tell this to spends about 3 minutes rolling their eyes and then says "If you need to lose weight, then how much do I need to lose?" Shh, this isn't about you. I gained weight while I was abroad in Spain (also known as, "The Semester of Carbs"), and I would like to get back to normal. If I lose a pound and a half by the break, I will be back to normal. Therefore, I am counting calories. This makes me irritable. However, being hot and thin makes me happy. It's quite a paradox.

4.) Politics
Hilary Clinton!!!!! That is all.

5.) Social Life
Now that the semester is winding down, lots of holiday/end of semester invites have been popping up. I'm hoping I can keep my workload under control so I can attend some of them. I'd hate for my education to get in the way of my college experience. My friends and I are planning on doing a Secret Santa, just like we did last year. In fact, we're picking names tonight. You might think this would be a simple process, but, alas, it is not. Last year it took us 45 minutes. I kid you not. Because somebody always gets someone they dont want and they go and yell out who they have so we have to do it all over again. Maturity is not always something my dear friends possess. I am also beginning preparations for the Yankee Swap I've done with my friends from home since senior year of high school. Every year I transform the basement into a winter wonderland (another slight exaggeration), so my friends can eat and drink and fight over gifts. Every year I end up in tears from laughing so hard. It's great.

6.) Academics
Two weeks from today, I will have completed my last fall semester at BU. That's pretty crazy. I'd love to savor these last two weeks, but unfortunately, my school work is getting in the way. I have two final projects and my internship evaluation paper to complete within the next two weeks which means STRESS. But I'm okay with it. I mean, I'm not, but I figure I'll just go hard for the next two weeks and then recover at home. Or in Disney World... we're leaving on the 27th :).

7.) Work
My internship with the Improper is coming to a close. I will miss everyone I worked with, especially all the interns I became very close with. I think next Thursday is my last day. I did, however, get the internship with Body & Soul magazine, which I am beyond excited about. I start there in January. The bus from Boston to Watertown is about an hour (Dad says I should bike. Ugh.), but the commute is totally worth it to work for such a great magazine. I can't wait to start! As for paying jobs, Student Services is full of holiday cheer now that I've forced everyone to listen to Lite 100.5 WRCH as it streams through the office computer. It's all holiday music, all the time. It's great. We're also going to be doing our annual office "Secret Holiday Dude" (that's PC for Secret Santa), which I always enjoy. Aaaand then of course, once the semester is over, it's back to the toy store. It's so nice to be able to go back there whenever I'm home to make a little extra money. I worked there over Thanksgiving Break, and I almost didn't mind the rude mothers and screaming children. I especially love working right before Christmas because you're just so busy helping people and wrapping presents you don't notice that the six hours have passed and it's time to go home. On Saturday, Stephanie, Kaitlyn, and I were all working at the same time when Grandma stopped in, and then Mom stopped in. It was like a family reunion.

In other news, I have put together my Holiday Viewing Guide, a list of all the holiday specials and when they will be on. Want me to forward it to you? Because I totally could. It's a little scary how excited I get when I look at it...

Love,
Tara

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

It's one of those days when you'd just as soon not go out with your mate - jealousy could flare up over nothing at all.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008
4:01 pm Headache


Thinking of going to see High School Musical 3? You should probably read the brilliant review I did for class first...

“High School Musical 3: Senior Year” is the perfect movie – if you’re a girl between the ages of six and ten.

The third movie in the High School Musical trilogy, HSM3, follows the same corny plotline as its two predecessors – athlete Troy Bolton (Efron) and braniac Gabriella Montez (Hudgens) struggle to make their unlikely love work while singing about it along with their friends - but this one released straight to the big screen, instead of premiering on the Disney Channel. A bigger movie means a bigger budget, and this is evident in the flashy sets and costumes provided for such singing and dancing numbers as “Now or Never” and “I Want It All.”

The gang of six is back as Kenny Ortega, choreographer of Dirty Dancing directs for the third time. This time is the last time, though, and the pressure’s on as the cast must decide what their future holds once they’ve graduated from Albuquerque’s East High School. Troy, played by Zac Efron (Hairspray) is sweet and only a little annoying as he is forced to decide between the basketball career he and his father (Bart Johnson) have always dreamed of, or staying close to his Berkeley bound girlfriend, Gabriella Montez. Montez is played by the talentless Vanessa Hudgens who’s only facial expression throughout the movie consists of pouty lips and furrowed eyebrows. Corbin Bleu (Galaxy Quest) and Monique Coleman also return as Chad Danforth and Taylor McKessie, Troy and Gabriella’s wise-cracking (and more entertaining) best friends. But the two people who steal the show are the movie’s brother and sister team of Ashley Tisdale (The Suite Life of Zack and Cody) as Sharpay Evans and Lucas Grabeel as Ryan Evans. Tisdale is hilarious and dead-on as Sharpay Evans, the queen of East High School who is determined to star in the senior year drama production and win Troy’s heart. Her (gay?) brother in the movie, Grabeel sings and sashays his way into the audience’s heart with his obvious talent.

Two new characters make an appearance in the movie as well, inciting rumors of a possible High School Musical sequel involving a new cast. Jimmie Zara, played by newcomer Matt Prokop, appears as Troy’s younger, goofball teammate, while Jemma McKenzie-Brown plays Tiara Gold, Sharpay’s one-time personal assistant who tries to sabotage Sharpay’s musical number in the senior show.

While older audiences are sure to roll their eyes at the predictable plot line and cheesy lines – at one point, Ms. Darbus (Alyson Reed), the overly involved drama teacher tells a whiny Troy (Efron) to “follow his instincts” – younger audiences are sure to love Sharpay Evans’ shiny outfits and all of the new dance routines. In fact, as I watched the movie, three elementary school aged girls in the row in front of me stood up and danced around to “A Night to Remember.”

While the music is catchy and the dancing is impeccable, some scenes are definitely cringe-worthy. The opening scene shows a sweaty Zac Efron in the midst of his last basketball game at East High School. While it’s clear he has grown up since HSM2 (he’s sprouted armpit hair since last we saw him), his “angry” face just comes across as looking, well, constipated. Still, his inability to express simple emotions is overshadowed when Hudgens, dressed in all white, rises from the crowd to sing to Troy during the last seconds of the game. It was all I could do not to laugh out loud at this apparently serious scene. Other eye-roll-inducing scenes include when Troy and Gabriella are singing about the rest of their lives in Troy’s childhood tree house. Mid-song, the tree house roof opens to reveal a nighttime sky. A “tree house with a retractable roof” is sure to be on every ten year old girl’s Christmas list this year, thanks to this romantic scene.

The most cringe-worthy scene, however, was Efron’s “Scream,” in which Troy sneaks into his high school after hours to sing and dance away his frustration at his uncertain future a la Kevin Bacon in Footloose. Efron step-ball-changes his way through a gym raining basketballs as he sings such clever lyrics as “I want my own dream/So bad I’m gonna scream.” The scene is laughable, but the dancing is excellent.

A movie with a sophisticated plotline and Oscar-worthy acting, High School Musical 3 is not. But if you want to see a feel-good movie with songs you’ll have stuck in your head for days, HSM3 fits the bill. Just make sure you bring a friend you can laugh with.



I did. I brought Steph :)
Love,
Tara

Sunday, November 23, 2008

You're not exactly self-centered, but you can tell today's energy is best spent on personal projects.

Sunday, Nov. 23, 2008
2:56 pm Common Room


Well kids, we are in full party-prep mode here at the Penthouse. Maria is furiously cleaning the bathroom as I rearrange our common room furniture to accommodate 20 guests. That's right. Twenty people will be arriving at 6 pm in honor of our Friends Thanksgiving Feast. The deal is that everyone brings a dish, and we'll provide the rest. Here's the text from the invite I sent out:


THE Thanksgiving Feast Extravaganza
Because I'm thankful for all of you!!! ...well, most of the time.

Event Info
Host: Tara
Type: Holiday Party
Network: BU


Time and Place
Date: Sunday, November 23, 2008
Time: 6:00pm - 10:00pm

Description
Come to #### for our own Thanksgiving Feast. It'll give you a chance to stretch your stomachs before Thursday. If everyone brings some kind of dish, dessert, or appetizer and some alcohol we should be drunk and bloated in no time. Just write on the wall whatever you're bringing so we don't have too many of one thing. Also, invite whoever you want!

Maria and I went on a crazy shopping trip yesterday, in order to stock up on cooking supplies. I loaded up on champagne for the delicious cocktail I'm making for everyone. See below.


Cranberry Bog Cocktail (I heart foodnetwork.com).


For food, I got canned cranberry sauce, and I'm popping two and a half dozen Pillsbury Flaky rolls into the oven. I bought an apple pie at the Applefest that is thawing now, so I'll be reheating that, as well. I also found a delicious recipe for a salad and dressing. I had to like, quadruple the recipe, but it's coming out pretty well, so far.


Pear and Blue Cheese Salad


Mmm. I got both of these recipes off of foodnetwork.com. Cooking shows are all I've been watching lately. They just suck me in!

We left Christina and Noelle in charge of cooking a 23 lb. turkey because I refused to participate in the ritual slaughter of innocent animals. When Maria and I went to visit them at 1 pm, the turkey still wasn't in the oven... so we're not sure it will be done in time. It should be interesting. Maria made a delicious looking heath bar chocolate pudding/cake thing last night that I cannot wait to eat. She's also using her mom's recipe to whip up some stuffed shells. People have been calling us all day and last night to find out what we still need, so it's been kind of fun dispatching people to pick up cranberries and whipped cream and icecream. Oh man! I just forgot I still need cranberry juice for the cocktails! This party is costing a small fortune, but you can't put a price on thankfulness, right? ...Right??

I'll let you know how things go...!

Love,
Tara

Monday, November 17, 2008

Focus on your ultimate goals, and then use your powers of persuasion to negotiate arrangements for achieving them.

Monday, November 17, 2008
5:02 pm Why is it so dark out??

Words/Sayings I Use That My Parents Didn't Use

The other day I was on the phone with my mother talking about "pregaming" when she asked me what on earth I was talking about. After I explained, this got me thinking about all the things we say today that weren't used back in the day. With the help of urbandictionary.com, I will attempt to explain their meanings. This post is rated PG-13 for language.

1.) Pregame

Urban Dictionary definition:
v. To drink before going to a party. This most often happens because the party where you are going to will be carding and you are under age or because you want to drink something hard to start your night off. Often pregaming happens at the house and involves taking shots.
1) We really need to pregame tonight before we go out.
2) I really pregamed heavily last night. I feel really sick now.

Every night when my friends and I go out, the first thing we plan is where we are going to pregame. In fact, sometimes we won't even decide where we are going that night until we are actually pregaming. Luckily for me and Maria, our suite has become pregame central. It is quite an honor. Try to think of pregaming as the equivalent of an appetizer... for drinking.

2.) Cock-Block
Urban Dictionary definition:
One who prevents another from scoring sexually.

ex.) Trudy and Dan frequently had time alone but her cockblocking roommate ruined any chances they had to have sex.

My friends and I, and most people, I think, use a looser definition. Being cockblocked could mean a guy was prevented from having a long conversation with a girl that could eventually lead to any kind of potential hook up. Let's take an example from a couple weeks ago at An Tua Nua, shall we?
T was on the dance floor with her friends when there was a lull between songs. Immediately, balding, 30-something guy moves in. Hey, what's your name? Do you come here often? T tries to be polite while looking around desperately for help. BOG (bald, old guy) is just telling her how lame this bar is while TOF (tall, old friend) looks on, when out of no where, S swoops in and puts his arm around T. "Hey, I'm S. Who are you?" he says, sticking out one hand to BOG for a hand shake while one arm remains firmly around T. BOG mumbles something and walks away. Cock Block successful! In this situation, S successfully cock-blocked BOG, and T is grateful.

There are situations where the girl is not so grateful, however. A week previous to this, T was chatting with S at the same bar, when her guy friend S2 started getting awkward. T was clearly enjoying her conversation with S (oh, there was hair tossing), but S2 wouldn't take a hint and kept interrupting the conversation, despite T's death glares. This is an example of an annoying cock-block.

Those are your two new words for the day. More lessons to follow!
Love,
Tara

Saturday, November 15, 2008

You may discover that you have backing from somewhere or someone you didn't think knew you existed.

Saturday, November 15, 2008
9:49 pm My room...on a Saturday night...


This has been the weekend of proms and protests. Well, one prom and one protest. Last night was every bit as wild and crazy as we thought it would be.
Friday started a tad hecticly. I was on the T (I HATE the T) on my way to work when all of a sudden the conductor announced that everyone had to get off at Blanford because there had been an accident in one of the tunnels. As I got off the T and saw the two packed shuttle buses we were all supposed to use, I realized I was going to be late for work. So, I ran through Kenmore square to the Kenmore station, hoping the accident was between Blanford and Kenmore. After paying my T fare AGAIN, it became evident that this was a big accident that wasn't going to clear up anytime soon. Swearing and sweating, I left Kenmore and ran into the street to try to find a cab, all the while trying to call the Improper and then another intern, Kyle, when I couldn't remember my boss's extension. While on the phone with Kyle, standing in the middle of Commonwealth Avenue with my hand out to hail a cab, some woman literally walked 5 yards ahead of me AND TOOK MY CAB. I'm told that Kyle's conversation with my boss, Amanda, about how I was going to be late, went something like this:
Kyle: There was an accident on the T, and Tara just almost killed a woman for taking her cab.
Amanda (the chillest boss ever): *shrugs* Well, when she gets here, she gets here.
FINALLY, I hailed a cab and got to work. Brett, another intern, was also late. He was stuck underground on a T, with no cell service, for an hour and a half. Can you imagine? I considered myself lucky to have such a crazy morning, in the end.
All day at work I kept dancing in my seat and choreographing my dance moves for the night ahead. Then I had this text conversation with Jess that just put my excitement over the top:

Me: I would just like to say...how freaking excited I am for tonight!!!!
Jess: Girl it's going to be a night to remember! Haha actually, i hope we can remember some of the night at least!

I rushed home after work to begin the "getting ready" process with my roommates. Things were going well until Maria realized the security tag was still on her dress. This set us a little bit behind schedule as we furiously googled "how to remove a security tag" and called everyone we could think of for suggestions. In the end, Maria had to wear a dress she's already worn, which was unfortunate, but she pulled it off. I'd say we all looked pretty bangin'.






After our pregame party, we all piled in a cab and headed to the Hyatt Downtown. We seriously danced for 3 hours straight. It was magical. I heart COM. And I heart this picture.


I woke up this morning, and I was sore. All over. My head hurt (for obvious reasons), but my entire body also hurt. I guess that's what I get for busting a move at my old age. But I worked through the pain so Maria and I could make our way down to City Hall to protest Proposition 8. Today was the nation-wide protest in cities all across America, and it was great to be a part of it.

The weather wasn't great, but luckily we didn't get rained on. We heard some really moving speakers and chanted A LOT. I got to see some great signs, too. Unfortunately, my camera ran out of battery so I didn't get a lot of pictures. It was great, though!

WHAT DO WE WANT?

EQUALITY!

WHEN DO WE WANT IT?

NOW!

Love,
Tara

Thursday, November 13, 2008

The Full Moon reminds you that even if others aren't bending over backward to help, you can keep it together.

Thursday, November 13, 2008
7:21 pm My room


24.5 hours from now, COM Prom 2008, my very last COM Prom, will begin. My Blackberry's text inbox is full of texts discussing dress details and tomorrow night's plans. What are we drinking? What are we wearing? When are we meeting? The excitement is palpable.
Okay, I'm being a little dramatic (!), but everyone's pretty psyched to get dressed up and dance all night. In true Team Taria fashion, Maria and I planned our very own COM Prom Pregame Party. Last year's was quite a success, and this year certainly promises to deliver. Here is the text of the invitation Maria sent out:

Hooray For Tariawood (the theme of COM Prom is Hollywood)

Join Maria and Tara as they finally come out like Lindsey and Samantha, minus the coke and car crashes.

Host: Maria and Tara

Type: Other-Carnival

Date: Friday, November 14, 2008

Time: 7:30 pm - 9 pm

Description:

I guess the obvious assumption is Tara as Lindsey and Me as Samantha. I'm ok with that.

If you were at Com Prom either of the past two years and saw the spectacle that was Taria, you will know what to expect (pure chaos and insanity while dancing crazily in a hotel and then downing sausages on the T ride home).

Let's start the festivities at 7:30 pm in StuVi. Drink and be merry. We will have some liquor but you might want to bring some too for good measure.
We will depart for the hotel at 9 pm.

Tickets are $20 in advance, $25 at the door. The money goes to the Katie Bleck Scholarship Foundation. Take comfort in knowing you are supporting a truly good cause while being completely intoxicated.

There will be a DJ, cash bar, and raffle with prizes including a gift basket from the Harpoon Brewery.

Com Prom will be held at the Hyatt. It is neither limited to COM students nor is it a prom.

Here are some fav pics from past years:





!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Love,

Tara


Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Apparently, a certain party needs reassurance that you still have faith in a venture or relationship.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008
2:26 pm My room

I love my new phone.

When I was home this past weekend, my parents bought me a Blackberry Pearl (in pink) as an early Christmas present. It's beautiful. Seriously, just looking at it makes me happy. That's a little sad, but I'm okay with it.

First of all, it's pink. This was a requirement. My last phone was a Pink Razr - Pink Razr the third. But somehow I got water in it, and it kept shutting off when I was in the middle of phone conversations. Very frustrating.

The phone before the Pink Razr III was my mom's Black Razr. I spilled an entire glass of diet Coke on that one. Well, actually, I spilled an entire glass of diet Coke on myself, while the phone was in my pocket. But the phone miraculously still worked after some airing out.

I was using the Black Razr temporarily after I knocked my Pink Razr II off a table one morning when I was trying to turn off the alarm. That phone started dialing letters and numbers on it's own. Especially the number 7. It really freaked me out.

And before that, was foreign Pink Razr that we don't really count because I ordered it from some sketchy website after I lost Pink Razr I at a Dave Matthews concert. Sketchy foreign Pink Razr was returned to Indonesia almost immediately.

Before the Pink Razr I, which I truly loved until I lost, was Silver Razr, which was probably my favorite phone of all time because I got it as a surprise graduation present right before I was leaving the house to graduate. I remember I was tweaking out because the phone I had at the time, which I believe used to be Stephanie's or Mom's (?) - I shall name it Tiny Flip Phone - stopped letting me text because Dad was at the store switching my number to the Silver Razr. I even called him freaking out about it while he was literally buying me the new phone.

Tiny Flip Phone was a good phone, but that was the one I ran up a $1000 phone bill on in Spain. I can't really blame the phone for that... So glad we can laugh about that now...............

And before that was Large Flip Phone, my first personal cell phone. I spent many nights waiting for boys to call me on it.

Hmmm... writing all of this I'm realizing I haven't had a lot of good luck with cell phones in the past.

Good thing we got insurance on this one.

Call me! Text me! Email me! It's all on my phone!
Love,
Tara

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

A quick edit of the master plan may become necessary.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008
5:56 pm My room

That our nation voted Barack Obama to be our next president does not mean things are going to change. It means they have changed. It means that we, the people, have joined together and collectively said no. No to war. No to torture. No to oppression. No to extortion, corruption, and a lack of accountability. And then, one yes.

Yes we can.

Please read this blog post by CNN contributer, Bob Greene. It will give you the chills.
http://politicalticker.blogs.cnn.com/2008/11/05/greene-what-the-silence-said/

This is a good, good day.

Love,
Tara

You're standing up for the status quo today, even if that's usually not your style.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008
10:10 am COM Student Services window

My tears of joy over Obama's win last night have dried up - fast. The fact that this country can do something to make me so proud, and then suddenly act so utterly intolerant is so discouraging.

Proposition 8 should not be this close.

It should not be a question.

It should not even be a proposition.

Let me define marriage for you. It is two people who love each other and want to commit to each other for the rest of their lives. I don't know, I just made that up. But it makes sense, right? Notice how I didn't mention anything about sexual orientation being a factor.

"Ooh, but the Bible says..." whine the bigots everywhere. Here's what I think. I think God has better things to do than to care about whether there are men loving women or women loving men or men loving men or women loving women. I think God just wants us to love each other. And as the "We are all created equal" country that we are supposed to be, the fact that we have to VOTE on two people's RIGHT to LOVE each other and to have the RIGHTS that go along with being married is absurd.

It's embarrassing.

It's upsetting.

All I want to do is celebrate Obama's victory, because it means good things for this country. It means change.

But how can I celebrate when people in California are about to be suppressed all over again?

It makes me sick.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

You can count on folks to come through and take care of whatever they said they'd do.

Sunday, November 2, 2008
1:15 am Bed
Halloween 08: A Photo Essay

Sarah Palin aka Ali



Mary from There's Something About Mary aka Dre

Dora the Explorer aka Noelle

Nikita on her way to Studio 54 aka Maria


Polish Barbie aka Jess


A Sexy Devil aka Christina


A Flapper aka ...me

Happy Halloween!

Tara

Friday, October 24, 2008

It's a great day for organizing associations and relationships.

Friday, October 24, 2008
11:38 pm My room

I am proud of all my friends today. Chandler said that once on Friends (Kaitlyn, holla atcha girl), but he was being sarcastic. I am not being sarcastic. Read on for a things/people in my life I am proud of.

1.) Stephanie


Stephie. Nienie. Boodler. She's in my phone under "Beffy." Dad's personal fav is "Stephachoninokabloni." Whatever you call her, our little girl is all grown up and about to earn over $20 an hour. After a stressful week of applications and interviews, our little accountant landed a Co-op with TWO of Boston's top 4 accounting firms. But who will she choose?? Ernst & Young or PriceWaterhouseCooper? Either way, she can't lose. I couldn't be prouder of my little sister, even if she had to go and show me up by getting a PAID internship. I'll forgive her when she buys me lunch...and an apartment?

2.) Maria

This isn't so much of a pride thing as a "this is hilarious" thing. Enjoy the video I took at 2:30 this morning when Maria and I returned from An Tua Nua, and she couldn't stop hiccuping. I'm proud of all the hilarious moments she's given me.





3.) Saturday Night Live


Ratings are up almost 50% thanks to the hilarious election skits SNL has been churning out. Click the link to see the vid of last night's special election episode opener. Will Ferrell makes an appearance as George W. and Tina Fey is back as S.P. Too bad neither of them are actually on SNL anymore...

http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/video/clips/update-thursday-bush-endorsement/783981/


4.) Rolling Stone

http://www.rollingstone.com/news/coverstory/make_believe_maverick_the_real_john_mccain/page/10

Sorry to keep drilling it into your head (Get it? I said "drilling." Do you get it??), but if you haven't read this piece on John McCain, you should. It's a little long, but I found it quite informative. Just keep in mind that it comes from a rather liberal-leaning magazine (Don't laugh. I'm trying to be "fair.")


5.) The Improper Bostonian


Ooh, to be young and Improper. Wait, I am! I just want to take this opportunity to gush about my internship a little bit. I heart it. Seriously. I actually look forward to going there. The interns I work with are all friendly and funny, and we get along so well. The editors and staff are all very chill, and I just love the whole environment there. Sitting at a computer for 8 hours can become a little tedious, but when you're happy with what you're doing, it's not so bad. Today, for example, I got to work on the music listings, I fact-checked at couple stories (I love talking on the phone - "Hi! This is Tara from the Improper Bostonian. How are you? That's great. I just wanted to ask you a couple of questions..." I fixed Art, organized the emails, and wrote the Art call out. I love it!

Love,

Tara

Oh, and I'm proud of Charlotte Sometimes too...: Listen to "How I Could Just Kill A Man": http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wtZqVE_OyzU

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Your romantic spirit is fully engaged right now.

Thursday, October 23, 2008
1:12 pm  Lunch break at the Improper

While skimming perezhilton.com during my break, I came across this quote by Dave Sedaris.  I love his books, and I love this quote.  He sums up exactly how I feel about the upcoming election.

"I look at these people and can't quite believe that they exist.  Are they professional actors?  I wonder.  Or are they simply laymen who want a lot of attention?  To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane.  The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat.  'Can I interest you in the chicken?' she asks.  'Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?'  To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked."
- David Sedaris, on undecided voters.

Love,
Tara

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

The Sun in your opposite sign of Scorpio spotlights relationships of all types.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008
10:41 pm At my desk, listening to Maria blast techno thru the wall...

Hmmm... I'm not sure how to write this. I usually make it a point to NOT discuss my romantic life in my blog so that I may protect the innocent (i.e. me... I don't care about the other guy). But by doing that, I'm not sharing a part of my life. A huge part of my life. I mean, I'm a 21 year old girl... thinking about my love life consumes about 50% of my time. You know, when I'm not thinking about schoolwork or my internship or my family or my friends or what my next nail polish color will be.

This is a tricky thing. Because when I look back on all my weekend update posts, I think they're so inaccurate! You're not getting the whole story! I want to tell you the whole story!

But I can't.

It's probably for your own good. And mine.

And my friends' because I would TOTALLY tell you about their love lives, if I could.

Maybe I could make up names?

I'm not sure. I'm going to have to think about this.

But then, what if I give a friend a fake name, tell a story, and someone figures it out?

Or someone thinks it's me?

Yeah, it can't be done.

So, there it is.

I just blogged about how I'm not telling you anything.

Frustrated?

Me too.

Love,
Tara

Monday, October 20, 2008

Just don't react.

Monday, October 20, 2008
5:41 pm My own personal hell

I CAN'T FOCUS. I've been sitting here for an hour and a half, willing myself to write. I have a story due tomorrow that I haven't started, so naturally I felt like blogging. This is after I watched every recent SNL skit I could find, and checked my email 5 times. Maybe blogging will get the creative juices flowing...or not.

Thursday night was excellent. After a good day at the internship, we got ready and everyone came over to pregame. I was still on my no drinking kick. Note the glass of water below.



An Tua Nua was pretty empty when we got there, but it quickly filled up. No one was really paying attention to the game because they were seven down in the seventh, but suddenly the DJ turned off the music and everyone started watching. Seeing the Red Sox come back was seriously one of the coolest moments in my life. Being in a crowded bar full of Red Sox fans made me feel so glad to live in Boston and to be a part of it. I had no voice the next morning from cheering so much.


Maria, Ali, Me and Erin after the win!

After they won and we all got done jumping up and down and screaming, the DJ blasted "Shipping Up to Boston" and "Sweet Caroline." It was awesome.

The rest of the night was really fun, and we didn't leave until we were kicked out around 2 am.


I woke up Friday with only 5 hours of sleep and no voice... but no hangover! Work was pretty boring (I've been doing the Art listings...), but I just kept thinking about all the kettle corn I would get to have at the Applefest. Mom and Steph picked me up from the Improper at 5:30 and we sat in traffic until we came to the first rest stop we saw for dinner.

I was exhausted when we finally got home (5 hours of sleep will do that to you), so I got into bed and painted my nails. However, I only got to do one hand before I ran out of nail polish remover, so I just gave up and went to bed.


The next morning I got all bundled up and headed to the Applefest. This weekend was absolutely beautiful, and apparently it was the "peak" for fall foliage in CT. I met up with Greg and we shuttled over to the Fest where we met up with Andrea, Kelly, Tyler, Cat, and eventually Stephanie. It was sooo good to be home. I ran into a bunch of people I know, including several of my family members.


After the Fest, Steph and I went to the toy store to visit Ang and Alyssa, and then we went home to get ready for a fam dinner at J.Gilbert's. After a huge dinner, I drove over to Kelly's to watch the Sox win, much to Greg's dismay. Then we watched Sarah Palin on SNL. If you missed it, I've posted the links below.


Sunday I woke up early with Steph so we could make an early morning Applefest run. We needed to stock up on food for school. We drove Kaitlyn to work at the toy store and then we went to CVS to pick up some prescriptions. We walked from CVS to the Fest, where I stocked up on apple cider, kettle corn, and an apple pie I'm saving for when me and my friends have our own Thanksgiving Feast before the actual Thanksgiving. I'm planning it. It's gonna be awesome.


Then Steph and I went to Garden of Light to do Dad's grocery shopping. When I got home I went back out grocery shopping with Mom, came home, ate lunch, had a financial chat with Dad, packed, and left with Steph and Dad to head back to Boston.


Dad's favorite restaurant in the world is Noodle Street, so we all stopped there for dinner before he dropped us off. It's sooo good. I think I might have my leftovers for dinner tonight...


Back at the Penthouse, I unpacked all my stuff and went downstairs to do some work with Noelle and Jess. I quickly lost interest though, because I was itching to watch the game, so I came back upstairs and watched them lose. Oh well. Thursday night was still pretty awesome.


Sweeeet Caroline! BAH BAH BAH!

Love,
Tara

What I'm reading:

New York Times: Attack of the Tomato Killers: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/12/magazine/12lives-t.html

Time: A Family Divided by Obama and McCain: http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1848811,00.html

What I'm watching:

Sarah Silverman: The Great Schlep
http://news.aol.com/elections/article/can-great-schlep-help-obama-in-florida/210927

CBS News: Matt Damon on Sarah Palin:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C6urw_PWHYk

Saturday Night Live: Sarah Palin Live From New York: http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/video/clips/gov-palin-cold-open/773761/

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Mercury now goes direct.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008
9:57 pm Watching the debate

I'm trying to take deep breaths. Really, I am. I keep counting to 10, but I only get to 5 before I yell at the tv again. Let's chat a little about politics, shall we?

I'm registered as a Democrat, but I like to think I have an open mind. I mean, I'll at least listen to the other side, even if it fills me with this overwhelming sense of rage. Listening to John McCain speak is seriously making my ears bleed.

At the beginning of this political season, I didn't mind him so much. I figured anyone is better than Bush, and he tended to be a more liberal Republican, so I kind of thought it was a win/win either way. I put him out of my mind.

But then he made Sarah Palin his running mate. This piqued my interest. I started paying attention again. And I kind of wish I hadn't because the thought of that woman in the White House keeps me awake at night. She has no experience. She is not a feminist. In fact, she is bad for feminism. She is against women's rights (Check out Eve Ensler's take on her candidacy: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/eve-ensler/drill-drill-drill_b_124829.html), and she doesn't know what the HELL she is doing (Check out her "interview" with Katie Couric: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8__aXxXPVc).

Ok, hold on. I was going to continue to bitch about John McCain's rude attitude and constant interrupting and implications that Obama aligns himself with terrorists, but they started talking about abortions. I've actually done a number of research papers on abortions, partial-birth abortions, and RU-486. I'm not sure why, but it's something I've always been interested in. Regardless of your religious beliefs, abortions are necessary. Scientifically, life does not begin with conception. Sorry. Actually, I'm not sorry. It's common sense. All a "baby" is at the moment of conception is a whole mess of DNA in a bunch of cells that you can't see without a microscope. Do I think abortions should be used in place of proper birth control? NO! But abortions are necessary in a world where women are raped. Abortions are the compassionate method when an unwanted pregnancy occurs. And it should be up to the individual woman to decide what she needs to do for herself and the mess of cells latching on to her uterine wall. John McCain doesn't have the right to decide for her.

Partial-birth abortions are an ugly thing. The method is gruesome, and if, God forbid, a woman has to have one YOU CAN BE SURE she didn't just decide over night. In fact, she doesn't usually decide. Her doctor does. Partial-birth abortions are medically necessary. Mothers have been diagnosed with heart defects while pregnant. They cannot carry the baby to term because they have a weak heart. If they try, it will kill them, their baby, or both. This is where a partial-birth abortion is necessary. Mothers have been diagnosed with cancer while pregnant. They cannot receive chemotherapy while pregnant. This is where a partial-birth abortion is necessary. Because sometimes, without a partial-birth abortion, both the mother and child will die. This is why when Bush placed a ban on partial-birth abortions in 2003, judges in states all over the country found it unconstitutional.

This is so tiring. I just do not understand how anyone listening to the views of these two candidates can find themselves against Barack Obama. As a journalism major, I have been taught techniques for 4 years on how to view situations objectively. I've been taught to see the other side.

I see it, and it scares me.

Tara

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

For all of your experience, sometimes you forget that not everyone is great at keeping their word.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008
5:39 pm Where else?


I never told you about last weekend!!! I was so blindsided by Stephanie's wisdomosity last night, that I blogged about that and totally skipped an eventful weekend. Let's go back...


...to Thursday. Because that's when it all starts, baby. Thursday night was my first night going out and NOT drinking AT ALL. We all decided to go to An Tua Nua because everyone knows it's the new J Tree. We spent the evening blasting our "Going Out" playlists as we got ready, and everyone came to our room to drink. Except me. As everyone started to get a little tipsy I was starting to wonder if I'd been too harsh in my 3 week abstinence rule, but then I decided if I couldn't even go one night without drinking, I really would be both a loser and an alcoholic, so I sucked it up and sipped some apple juice.


When we got to An Tua Nua, a guy I kind of know offered to buy me a drink as soon as I walked in. This is what I had feared.... I'm totally kidding. I loved it. And it worked out really well. I didn't really want to explain why I wasn't drinking (pretending I'm pregnant isn't so funny when the guy makes a face and walks away), so I told him I wanted a cranberry vodka, my standard drink. He gave it to me and left for a while, and I just carried it around with me the whole night. This way, 1.) no one else would ask to get me a drink because I have one, thanks; 2.) I had something to hold, and I didn't feel awkward; 3.) My friends were thrilled because I let them sip it, so the drink was slowly going down the whole night. Brilliant!

I actually had a lot of fun, even though I wasn't drunk. I didn't get bored, and the next morning I woke up tired but not hung over. Hurray!

So the next morning, not hating myself one bit, I went to my internship where they let us all leave at 3 for the holiday weekend. This was PERFECT because Kaitlyn was coming to Boston for the weekend, and Stephanie was meeting her bus at 3:30 at South Station. I met up with them, and we ventured back to my dorm to drop off all their stuff. The only thing getting me down was that my foot was really killing me. I keep getting these really painful in-grown toe nails, the cause of which, I think, is wearing pointy shoes, and I was seriously becoming crippled as the day wore on. We ended up eating dinner at Sunset Cantina and then going to Shaw's to buy pumpkins. That night, we carved them and baked pumpkin seeds and put up a fake spider web in the common room. Once we were worn out from that, we pulled mattresses and my tv into the common room for a super cute sleepover. As Kaitlyn fell asleep on the air mattress to the sounds of Friends on the tv, I performed surgery on my foot with an unsanitized bobby pin and some clippers. Steph was there for moral support. It wasn't pretty, but I think it's out. For now...





Saturday we woke up bright and early, and I realized I had a head cold. Excellent. We ate breakfast and headed out to Copley Square. We wandered through Copley Mall and the Prudential Building, doing some minor shopping along the way, and then went to Stephanie's campus for lunch in the dining hall. After lunch, we went to Dorothy's on Mass Ave where Stephanie picked out a Halloween costume. Then it was off to Urban on Newbury for Kaitlyn. I was really starting not to feel good. I felt really bad I was slowing them down, but mucus was pouring from my nose at alarming speeds. After we went to So Good to buy jewelry, we decided to go back to my dorm so I could rest before dinner. I passed out on the couch while they watched tv, and when I woke up I still wasn't feeling good, so they went to dinner without me. When they got back I was feeling a bit better, but we all just chilled and watched tv until it was bed time, again.

On Sunday, we took our time in the morning and then walked down to Kenmore to get lunch at Bertucci's. After, we went to Campus Convenience to get Kaitlyn a drink for the bus (Arizona Green Tea), and then went to Barnes & Noble where she bought a book, and I looked at all the books I wished I could buy. At South Station, Stephanie and I waited with her in line for the hour until her bus came. Then we made sure she had a seat on the bus and waved frantically at her until she saw us. She seemed really happy we were doing that and not embarrassed at all.

Stephanie and I parted ways on the T, and I'm pretty sure we both just went back to our dorms and passed out. Once I woke up, I did some laundry and tried to get my life together.

We had Monday off thanks to Mr. C, so I went grocery shopping for the first time in a month and basically just enjoyed the day.

This morning I woke up, wandered into the common room, looked at my beautiful pumpkins...and gagged. Note the mold in the eyes.



Today, I'm still feeling kind of sick (my excuse not to go to cycling tonight), but I went to work this morning, and now I'm going to clean, do work, and organize my budget. Dad texted me to ask me to set aside 45 minutes this weekend for a discussion on budgeting with a special focus on "cash management." When I responded with "If I must," he texted, "It's like NyQuil. Tastes bad, but you'll sleep better." Can't wait.


Love,
Tara

What I'm reading:
Rolling Stone, 10/2/08, "Mad Dog Palin": http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/story/23318320/mad_dog_palin/1

What I'm watching:
Britney Spears, "Womanizer" Music Video:
http://www.mtv.com/overdrive/?id=1518072&vid=288244

What I'm listening to:
Taylor Swift, "Love Story":
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NxdrgYy_SE8

Monday, October 13, 2008

The Sun-Neptune hookup invites you to modify your attitude toward your financial, physical, emotional, and spiritual state.

Monday, October 13, 2008
11:35 pm My desk

So, I just called Stephanie because I was upset about some stuff and needed advice/encouragement. She's really good at laying all the facts out and making me feel better. Last weekend, Robbi told us that when she used to get stressed out she would make herself write a Gratitude List, with 5 things she was thankful for. Steph made me do this out loud over the phone. It's kind of silly, but it really helps. Here's the list we came up with:

1.) Fire & Ice: Tonight my friend, Nora, and I had planned an event for our freshman advisees. We were going to meet on the COM Lawn and then go to Fire & Ice for college night. It's this really fun restaurant where you pick the veggies (and meat) and sauce that you want and these chefs cook it in front of you. On College Night it's $10 all you can eat. As we had expected, none of our freshmen showed up. So, I made Maria come with us, and Nora invited our friend, Mark. We randomly saw Michelle in the street and dragged her along too. It ended up being really fun eating and hanging out with everyone. And it was cheap! It was a good Monday night.

2.) Maria's Mom's nail polish: Stephanie came up with this one because she is amazed at the fact that every time she sees me (about once a week) I have a different shade of nail polish on my finger nails. Aptly named "the caboodle," Maria's mom passed on to her this giant case filled with like, 50 shades of OPI nail polish. I get excited just looking at it. Maria shares her goods with her roommates and friends, so I take full advantage. There's nothing like beautiful nails and the smell of nail polish to put you in a good mood. My current shade is Royal Rajah Ruby.

3.) Manageable work load: I'm on top of things! My To-Do list isn't out of control. My assignment calendar has things crossed off. My weekly budget is planned out, if not exactly followed. I'm not feeling very stressed at all. This may be due to the fact that...

4.) I have no class this week!: Thanks to good ol' CC (that's Christopher Columbus), we got Monday off. Tuesday then became a Monday schedule. I don't really understand the logic behind BU's decision to do this, but I don't care because I have all of my classes on Tuesdays. Therefore, I have NO class this week. I'm lovin it.

5.) I can go to COM Prom: Stephanie was iffy about whether this one counts, but here's the story. I wasn't sure when COM Prom was this year, and I was afraid I might not be able to go because Kaitlyn's play is in early November, and I have to go home for that. I found out COM Prom is Nov. 14 while I was at dinner. At first, I was thinking it was a Saturday. I'm going to Kaitlyn's play on a Friday, so I was like, okay, I'll just have to rush back to Boston Saturday morning. Then I looked at the calendar in my cell phone and realized Nov. 14 was a Friday and freaked out (to myself) because I was sure that was the Friday of Kaitlyn's play. Then I realized that it is the Friday of Kaitlyn's play, but she's performing on two Fridays, and I'm going to the first one (i.e. Nov. 7). Phew! Get it?

So, there it is. It might not seem like much, but talking about it made me feel better. And Stephanie said something that made me happy. She said that even when things are kind of tough, she's impressed that I don't give up. She said something along the lines of, "And if you do give up, you give up for like a day, and then you're like 'Okay, I have to get back to my to-do list.'" I liked that. It's nice to think that even when you're being hard on yourself there are still people who think you're doing a pretty good job.

Love,
Tara

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Regarding a long-term goal, you've got the edge on your competitors.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008
9:11 pm My messy room

I'm conducting an experiment.

I'm going to stop drinking.

...

You can pick your jaws up from the floor now, thanks.

I have decided that for the next 3 weeks, I am not going to drink. I decided this today when I woke up with yet another hangover and felt disappointed in myself, yet again. I don't really know what it is, but no matter how many times I tell myself, sober, that I am only going to have say, 3 drinks that night, my drunk self always comes up with a reason for drinking more. I'm pretty sure that's a sign of alcoholism - making excuses to drink. That's a scary thing.

I don't like myself when I drink, and I don't like the way I feel the next day. I always wake up feeling kind of sad. And disappointed. And then I lunge for my phone to see who I called and/or what I said while I was on my 4th and 5th drink. I just want to wake up in the morning and not feel like crying.

This has been a long time coming. No one thing triggered it. I went out last night and drank more than I had said I would, but by some miracle I was relatively well behaved. I'm not sure what it is, but I'm just kind of sick of myself.

So, I think it's going to be hard, but I'm not going to drink for the 3 weeks, and then I'll reassess. Maybe I'll never want to drink again, or maybe I'll think I can start drinking responsibly. I'm not sure. But I do know that as a 21 year old college senior living in Boston, I'm in a pretty difficult position. Somethings gotta give, though.

Potential Perks:

1.) Weight Loss - I eat garbage when I'm drunk, and there's like 100 calories in each shot. Ugh.
2.) Saved $ - Maybe this is why I can't seem to keep money in my bank account... hmm....
3.) Less Stress - I won't wake up freaking out about what I did or said the night before.
4.) Health - My body will stop hating me.
5.) Lower Phone Bill - AT&T will surely go out of business now that I won't be drunk texting.
6.) Less Lectures - My mom won't call to ask me what/how much I drank the night before, and I can skip listening to the lecture.
7.) Saner Parents - They won't worry so much.
8.) Increased Self-Esteem - It's hard waking up hating yourself.

Potential Issues:

1.) Temptations - I going to go out, and I'm going to want to drink.
2.) Explanations - It's going to be annoying explaining why I'm not drinking. Maybe I'll just tell people I'm pregnant for fun.
3.) Turning Down Cute Guys - Guys offer to buy me drinks. I mean, TONS of guys. I'm kidding. No, I'm not. But seriously. I'm kidding. (No, I'm not.)

So, there it is. I'll keep you posted...

Love,
Tara

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Jump wholeheartedly into the pursuits and company that stimulate you, of which there are many and much.

Sunday, October 5, 2008
Happy 23rd Anniversary, Mom & Dad!
5:01 pm Back in my room


Phew! Just woke up after quite a coma. I literally passed out on my bed and didn't move for over an hour. Having kids will do that to you, I guess. Or just being around them...

Usually when I write these blog posts I find I have to be very selective in what I choose and choose not to include. Whether it's for my father's peace of mind or to prevent my own embarrassment or to protect the privacy of my shameless friends and roommates, I censor myself. Hard to believe, I know. Anyway, as I report on the past weekend I am happy to say I can tell you the whole story: The story of how I love my cousins, but I don't think I can ever have children.

This weekend Stephanie and I went to visit Robbi and the fam. At 5:45 pm, we met at the Park St. T station on Friday and hopped a train to Braintree. There, Jon picked us up (Olivia and Julia were in the car), and we went to Siros to meet everyone for dinner. As soon as I got there, John ran at me at full speed, grabbed my hand, and told me he wanted me to meet his Grandpa Leo. I calmly explained that he was my grandpa too. I'm not sure he understood because he just started laughing hysterically and asked me if I wanted to race. Then I started to explain that I was in flats that pinched my feet, but he was just laughing again.

At dinner, the whole family caught up. Grandma and Leo, upon hearing that Stephanie and I would be staying at Robbi's, leapt at the chance to spend time with their two favorite grandchildren...no, I don't mean Olivia and John. Robbi and Jon are partial owners of Siros, an Italian restaurant that Tom Brady is rumored to frequent (don't worry, I kept my eyes peeled for a cute guy hobbling around on his one good leg). John asked to sit next to me (Olivia dibsed Stephanie), and tried to eat entire packets of butter, plain. When we explained that this was not proper dining etiquette, he grabbed an entire loaf of bread and stuck it in his mouth. He had me cracking up all dinner.

Stephanie and I stayed in the basement, as Grandma and Leo had one of the guest houses, and the other one is full of furniture while they remodel the kitchen. The basement is like a dream apartment. Robbi doesn't know I plan on moving in after I graduate. It has a movie theater, a full gym, a jukebox, an elaborate bathroom/spa/sauna thing, a wine cellar, a juke box and more. It was glorious.

After a restful night in the basement, Stephanie and I went upstairs and ate bagels with everyone. Then, it was off to the Renaissance Fair. Olivia dressed up as a princess, and John wanted to be a farmer, but was eventually convinced to be a pirate. They had a blast. See the pictures below. The fair was pretty elaborate and kind of cool, but Robbi and I are convinced there's some sort of freaky, fetish thing going on in the woods there after hours. Some people were just WAY too into it. Leo tried to get Stephanie and I to dress up as wenches. We absolutely refused.

Robbi on the slide at the Fair.


On the way to the Fair.

We got back from the fair pretty exhausted... however, the children were not. We all went for sushi at Fujiama's and did a little shopping at Bo Line, a cute boutique near the restaurant. Robbi bought Stephanie and I each a pair of pants, which was pretty sweet. After dinner, we went back to the house, and I interviewed Robbi for a story I'm doing. Then we all carved the pumpkins we had picked out that day. I'd forgotten how much fun that was!


After we'd washed off all the pumpkin guts (John and Olivia's favorite pumpkin carving song, by the way, is singing "Scoopin' out the guts! Scoopin' out the guts!" over and over again), Grandma read us all a couple bedtime stories. See below.

Then, Stephanie and I retreated to our basement to do some work while taking turns in the massage chair in the bathroom. We tried to stay up to watch SNL but passed out around 11.

This morning we woke up and made our way upstairs for another family breakfast of yummy bagels and fruit. After breakfast, Grandma and Leo took off in the T bird for the Catskills, and Robbi drove Stephanie and I back to our dorms. It was such a great weekend!

Even though I was pretty exhausted when I got back, and all weekend come to think of it, I feel strangely refreshed. I think it's something about being around little kids and your family that can really ground you. It feels good.

Love,
Tara
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