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Proposals for New Years Resolutions

Perfect for the Wine-O on the go! My New Years Resolution: Drink less...  HA who am I kidding?!

Perfect for the Wine-O on the go! My New Years Resolution: Drink less… HA who am I kidding?!

I am an honest person. This is an honest blog. I would never lie to you or myself, for that matter. That being said, my New Years Resolutions are not full of unattainable bullshit I have no desire of actually doing. I will not vow to go to the gym every day or lose 10 lbs by December 2013 or will I resolve to eat healthier because truth is, it aint happening. So instead, I’ve decided on a few, pretty attainable resolutions for 2013. By New Years Resolution, read: my sad attempt at being a better person, but what does it matter anyways. Will I forget them? Probably. Most likely. Absolutely.

  • Lessen dependency on social media. I’m clearly addicted. Has a 12 step program been invented yet? It certainly doesn’t help when you’re majoring in media, culture and communication and minoring in web development… you’re essentially surrounded by the Internet. It’s kind of inescapable. Often I find myself turning into a zombie, just staring at my Facebook newsfeed full of the unimportant things people I don’t care much about are saying. Then 2 hours later I realize, What the fuck am I doing? I couldn’t give two shits about this person’s day. Just being honest. But seriously, I’m going to attempt to slowly outphase my addiction. Kind of like a baby weaning off the nipple.
  • Take school a little more seriously. Actually… take LIFE a little more seriously. I tend to make a joke out of everything. Clearly, it’s my coping mechanism and how I get by day to day.
  • Stop being a flake. This year I used too many excuses, “Sorry long day at work today”/”I have a paper due tomorrow”/I don’t feel like human intenraction right now, etc. when In actuality I’m in bed watching netflix, getting takeout, and eating infront of my computer whilst browsing Craigslit Missed Connections.
  • Be a nicer person. This includes working on my perpetual bitch face. This year I’m going to try to not wear my PBF 24/7. We will see how this goes. By nicer person I mean stop treating everyone as if they are just as miserable as I am. By nicer person I mean to acknowledge the people around me, rather than act as if they don’t exist. It’s a work in progress.
  • Show people I care. I’m terrible when it comes to expressing human emotion… or any kind of compassion / caring / love. This too will be a work in progress… we’ll start with getting used to getting and giving hugs without being awkward this year… I think that might be an attainable goal maybe?
  • Eat better. No, not healthier. Well, that’s in the works too. But eat better meaning it’s okay to TREAT YO SELF!
  • Give up on sleep completely. I’ve long accepted the fact that I’m an insomniac. What I have trouble accepting is that I can, in fact function on little to no sleep. I force myself to sleep sometimes, with the help of sleeping pills and melatonin. 2013, I vow to let sleep come naturally, if it happens, it happens. If not, it’s totally okay to be sleep deprived for months at a time. It’ll be fine. I’ve tapped out of this battle.
  • Spend less money. Live like I should be on the streets. Keyword to 2013 will be minimalism. HA. If you know me, you know this word is absolutely not in my vocabulary. But we’ll try at it. Try saving some dinero.
  • Swear less. Probably the biggest complaint about my writing, and about how I speak in general. “You swear too much”, “Did you just say that?” etc. It doesn’t phase me to be honest. I swear a shit ton. Did it ever occur to you people that maybe, just maybe, I’m naturally a crass and vulgar person? … Wait, who the fuck are we trying to kid here. This is not going to happen.

What is YOUR New Years Resolution for 2013?

I’m sure my blogposts throughout this coming year are bound to be evidence that I have been unsuccessful at my set attempts to be a better person this year.

Cheers to you 2012. It’s nice to call you over and done.

KISSMYSASS’ Holiday FAQ

Like, please, just leave me alone and let me be. I refuse to succumb to your interrogations.

As the Holidaze are approaching, and I am soon flying home to spend time with family and friends back in California, I am preparing (as you should be too) for the inevitable questions that will arise from my/your homecoming. Friends, family, awkwardly distant relatives, your parents’ friends/coworkers, acquaintances, old class mates, etc. will ask you questions, in an attempt to catch up. But to be frank, people either ask questions to A) hear themselves talk, B) so you’ll ask them the same question and they can then talk about themselves, C) are genuinely interested, or D) to engage in small talk because thats the social thing to do. Yes, I’m a cynic, but what can you do about it. With the people that ask questions only to tune you out and wait until youre finished talking, so they can talk about themselves, you can often answer their questions with some imaginative bullshit, and have a great time with it. “So whats your biggest goal in life?” Well, I’d really like to explore the underwater caves of the Great Barrier Reef, sleep with Robert Downey Jr, consume 5 cheeseburgers in one sitting sans regret, ride an ostrich, and write a book. “Wow, thats so great of you. Good luck. I’m hoping to start my own business…”. Blah blah blah. But not everyone is like that of course. Some people genuinely care. Which is why I remind you of my sarcastic nature in which I write this post. So with that, I present to you, the Frequently Asked Questions for the Holidays and KISSMYSASS’S response.

How is school going?/How are you liking your classes?

Well, school is just absolutely superb. 50% of the time I am avoiding doing work, 45% of the time I’m cramming to finish the work I had previously avoided, and the 5% of the time I’m watching Netflix. Or sleeping. Or eating. It’s a busy life I tell you.

How is New York City?

Its great. Real great. I spend hundreds of dollars shopping, a fraction of my day are dedicated to riding the MTA next to smelly, germ infested strangers, and theres a lot of shitty weather. Like rain, once a week. And bums yelling outside my window at 4am.

Do you ever see (insert name of person you went to middle school with who also lives in NYC)?

Um no, I don’t. Because for all I know, they ceased to exist after we went our separate ways and started high school. Also, in case you didn’t know, New York City has over bazillion people, why the fuck would I make an effort to keep tabs on this one person?

Are you working? / Hows work?

No I’m not working. I still live off of the generosity of my great parents. What? I am absolutely not a spoiled brat! Other response: Work is fan fucking tastic. I get paid a bare minimum, and struggle to make ends meet. You know the saying… working to live? I’m living it.

Isn’t it expensive living there?

Um, you might as well ask me, “Do I have a brain?”. Yes! Of fucking course! Between paying off my credit cards, catering to my (online) shopping habits, buying over priced foods, having a coffee addiction, having a cupcake addiction, buying shit I need and buying shit I don’t need… yeah its expensive.

Did you lose/gain weight?

Well, fact of the matter is, it depends on the given day. 5 minutes ago I ate like 4 of those hor d’oeuvres, you should try them theyre really good. So I probably gained like two pounds since I’ve walked in here. Did you all of a sudden become obsessed with the health of every single person you encounter? What does it matter to you? Are you doing a study? I should be flattered, but this is too much. Actually, I’m flattered if you asked me if I lost weight. On a scale of 1-10 what is the level of drastic change you see? 1 being “you look the same as you did in your prepubescent years”, and 10 being “like dayum, youre a whole new person!”

What are your plans after you’re done with school?

AKA youre asking me if I have my life set up. You’re trying to be polite and cordial about it, but I see through that. The answer is NO. I have no plans, no aspirations, no goals in life. It’s a toss up once I graduate college. Other responses: Sigh.

Are you seeing anyone? / Have anyone special in your life?

This is probably about the 82nd time someone’s asked me this since I’ve been home. If by someone special, you mean the manager / guy who smiles at me with pity who works at 16 Handles FroYo, then, yes. Yes I am… I see him once every few weeks… every week if we get real crazy up in here. Other than that, no. Clearly I’m a misanthrope. I rock being forever alone. Other responses: Break down into a fit of tears while sobbing “Why can’t people just understand that at this point in my life I’m just trying to DO ME?! I DON’T UNDERSTAND!” -This will teach the asker, and everyone in the vicinity, to never ask you that question again. Thus turning this into a “sore subject”.

FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS REGARDING THE HOLIDAYS:

  • Is it okay to pass out at family functions/dinners? Yes. If its that dreadful that you’re drinking that much, save yourself (and others) and just fall asleep on the nearest couch. Blame it on the tryptophan in the turkey. Oh, it was chicken? Oh. Well, I’m still getting used to the three hour time difference.
  • How do I avoid boring small talk / awkward conversations with distant relatives / acquaintances / friends? Find the nearest dog, or cat, and pet it. It will be your next best friend throughout the party/dinner/gathering.
  • I don’t like children. But my family is full of them. How do I survive? Avoid eye contact. Or smiling at them. I find children are very receptive to smiles. Don’t do it.
  • My significant other is coming home with my for the holidays. Help! Just introduce them as your “frrrrrriend”. Everyone will get the picture. Trust me, your family will be so overjoyed someone outside of your bloodline cares about you (thus taking the burden off of them) that they won’t even question it – or say anything. You’ll probably piss off your S.O. by introducing them as your “friend”, but who cares.
  • I can’t stand my relatives’ cooking. I feel like I’m being force fed when I go over, and don’t want to be rude. How do I avoid it? Don’t eat there. Duh. Say you’re on a diet. Better yet, you’re training for a marathon and need to watch your caloric intake. Or that you’ve developed an allergy to gluten. Or that you have a stomach ache.

Well, there you have it! Happy Holidaze! Feel free to submit other questions you need answers to. Because obviously someone values my input.

A Love Letter to NYC

Dear New York City,

This year with you, New York, has been amazing. Weird men, weird dates, weird people, weird things… good thing I’m weird, and I’ve completely come to terms and embraced that fact. I’ve realized, that its not my dating adventures, or relationships that define this whole year… it’s my relationship with you, New York. You will never be one of those scorned men in my book, instead, I will speak of you fondly, laugh with my friends as I recount our memories, tell my parents that I’ve always been in good hands. Let me be clear, New York, just because I’m leaving for more or less four months, doesn’t mean this… what we have, is over. We’re just taking a break. Thats all it is. I need to revisit my relationship with California for a bit, just to see if being with you is a set in stone thing… I’m thinking about our future together, forever, New York City, I really am. Besides, I know you tend to get quite, how should I say… uncomfortable, during the summer months. It must be the restless tourists that are exploring you. Trust me, I wouldn’t want them all over me either, and I’ve come to despise the fact that they take advantage of everything you have to offer. And you, my New York, have A LOT to offer. It has definitely been a growing year for me, I’ve had my ups and downs, as have you (I’m sure you don’t like the fact that many people are “OCCUPY-ing” you as we speak), but we get through them. Our start together was a bit rocky… I met you during Hurricane Irene, what.. a … bitch. She raised hell, but in the end, she was all talk, no action… needless to say, I still fell in love with you.

I am so glad I made the decision to transfer schools, move out of the suburbs of Philadelphia and into your open and (maybe not always so) welcome arms. It was the best decision I could have made. Anyways, New York City, as I am enjoying the beautiful weather here in California, I am fully aware that you miss me – the rainstorms and upcoming thunderstorms are a telltale sign – don’t try to hide it. I miss you already too, the close proximity of everything, the people, I miss all of you. But in a few months, we will soon be reunited. Oh how wonderful it will be.

Until September,

xo