21st Century Spinster

I know that being MIA in the early stages of a blog doesn’t build confidence in my new found readers, but things come up. Things like school, the lamest of all excuses.  I was also spending aweome super fun-times with friends and a girl has got to have a social life doesn’t she.

But I am back, and on Valentine’s Day no less.  I know that it is a made up holiday celebrated only by those happily in love, but I can’t help but think of my own single-ness every time this time of year rolls around.  

 

Get your kicks...

I have always wanted to go on a road trip. There are elements of adventure and romance in packing up your car with the absolute essentials and heading out to who know where with a couple of your best buddies. And even though this may have been a popular way to spend leisure time in the first half of the 20^th century, I haven’t been able to convince one of my friends of the merit of taking a trek together.

What's your sign?

Or animal? Or tree…?

I would consider myself a woman of science. Using logic and reasoning to make sense of the world, well, just makes sense.  But science can only go so far. Science has no explanations for the miraculous, only postulations and weak hypotheses.

Happy Week-iversary!

In relationships, celebrating a one-week anniversary may seem a little excessive, especially for those of us who are no longer twelve years old.  But since I started my blogging venture just one short week ago, I feel as if I’ve accomplished some serious goals.

Wacky Wednesday: Rippity Rip Rap a-Raptastic

I thought it might be fun to add a regular feature to this blog, and after stumbling across this little gem, Wacky Wednesday was born.

Creatures of the Night



Morning Lark

Night Owl

I’ve always been amazed at the ability of some people to set their alarm and wake up when it goes off.  Personally, I have no concept of how to perform such a task.  I set my alarm (when I have to set my alarm) an hour before I need to get up so that I can push that snooze button (a masterful invention in my opinion) at least 6 times, though I probably squeeze a couple more in for good measure.  Don’t get me wrong, I hate the sound of the alarm, so much so that I ban products that feature that dastardly sound in their television ads. But, I rarely remember hearing the sound more than once or twice when I actually wake up.  Pushing the snooze button has become such a natural part of my waking process that I don’t even wake up to do it.

Beauty Blahs

I have never been the kind of girl to put much effort into her looks.  I shower and brush my teeth most days and I brush my hair when it starts to look scraggly.  I think my attitude toward beauty comes from my disdain for the fact that men don’t have to have beauty routines.  I know, times, they are a-changing, but most (straight)men put very little effort into the way they present themselves to the world.  So I figure, in the name of equality and all that jazz, I should adopt a similar attitude.

Asians are small. Very, very small..

My current unemployment situation has me exploring my options for work outside of the US.  Being of Thai heritage, it seems fitting that I should at least consider going to Thailand to teach English.  This should be a fairly easy task, because of what I’ve heard from family who live in Thailand, they are in need of English teachers and having a degree in education myself, I should be a fine candidate.  There is only one small, itsy-bitsy trifle of a thing holding me back: how tiny Asians are.  Or if you want the real fact of the matter: how HUGE and American I am.

Obsessions..

I am certainly one of those types of people that become fixated with the things that I like.  I will spend hours, days, weeks, (or if it's really bad) years obsessing over things that have captured my fleeting attention.  I may even be able to qualify for "My Strange Addiction" on TLC with some of my preoccupations.  Last night, after my first post, I probably spent four hours searching the interwebs for tips on how to get you, my darling readers, to fall in love with my humble blog and tell all your friends about it.  One of the helpful hints I found was the need for pictures.  Some people need visual stimulation, I can't knock that.  With this being my first blog, I didn't want to break any laws that I was unaware that I could break, so searching for pictures on the web seemed a bit out of the question.  But the glorious people at Creative Commons have come to my rescue with their wonderful search engine and I have found some pics that I can now share with you along with some of my own amateur photography.  So I present to you my current Top Ten Obsessions:

Hello!

In this new year of 2011, I wanted to take a long, good, hard look at myself and really take in who it is that I am.  And I realized this.  I am 25 years old, unemployed and living with my parents.  If I go a little deeper.. I am not beautiful, I am socially awkward, and I seem to have some anger issues.  The last bit is why I decided to start this blog.  I've always thought of myself as a good listener, but I have recently come to understand that this was a delusion.  I'm a terrible listener, especially to myself.  And thus was born a blog.  This blog, in fact.