Hey guys This is kind of an untraditional post for me. I was driving through Atlanta on Friday and I was listening to Georgia State's radio station Album 88 (88.5 if you want to tune in ever.) The station is really hit or miss. I'll either tune in and everything is just fantastic or its just terrible. But friday night was a really good night and I discovered a great old indie song by a great indie band. I normally hate music bloggers because 9 times out of 10 they just bash good bands just because theyre not their style or they're in a band and they think they know everything because they're a "musician." I got to thinking that since music is a big part of my life and since I write about my life that it's only appropriate to sometimes share what i'm listening to or what I've discovered. Don't worry I'm still not a music blogger, I'm just sharing with you what I enjoy.
this is the song that I heard on Album 88. When I first heard them I thought they could possibly be The Smiths because Jarvis Cocker has a sound similar to Morrissey in my opinion.
If this sounds familiar to you, it's probably because its the background music to Shaun White's Target commercial. Still a great song. This band also just had another one of their songs used in Raising Hope.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8YCSJpF4g4
This one is called 5 years time by noah and the whale. It's just catchy and has a great video.
This is also very catchy, great beat and really easy to follow lyrics. It's so true of how breakups go down too.
Just a good dance song. the video makes me crazy dizzy though.
There's actually some scandal about this girl. This is Lina Morgana who passed away in 2008. She was good friends with Lady Gaga before she was famous. Morgana's mother has been claming that Gaga stole her daughter's soul because the similarities in her sound and look. You be the judge.
Ever been in an awful relationship that you know you should leave but just dont? that's pretty much what this song embodies. This band was featured on the series Moral Orel if they sound familiar that's why.
One of my favorite songs. Welcome To Suburbia by Jeremy Messersmith. Describes my feelings about the Suburbs. Not really sure why they put all of this to pictures of Savannah because Savannah isn't a suburb but whatever. This song was featured on the short lived show My Life As Liz.
speaks for itself. this is the sound i go to local shows searching for.
love love love.
That's all for today. I will start adding songs to end of my blogs so you can discover if you want.
love one another.
beck.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Check me out!!!
Hey guys,
I'm really excited right now because I'm finally a published writer on Collegehumor!!!!This is a really big deal to me. If you enjoy this blog please check out my articles on http://www.collegehumor.com/user:2536811 and www.funnyordie.com/beckymarietta
Thank you so much for all your support,
Becky Marietta
I'm really excited right now because I'm finally a published writer on Collegehumor!!!!This is a really big deal to me. If you enjoy this blog please check out my articles on http://www.collegehumor.com/user:2536811 and www.funnyordie.com/beckymarietta
Thank you so much for all your support,
Becky Marietta
The Battle of Colonel Sanders
4 Strangers, picked to live in an apartment....oh wait were not on the real world. We just all hate homegirl.
Honestly, she just has no concept of what it is like to live with other people. She's not the worst person I've ever lived with. That award goes to the Japanese Muslim from freshman year. But she is really rude. and I knew things were getting really bad with her and the other two roommates. For things to get to the point they got, I seriously could have never even dreamed it.
Before I tell you what went down, let me tell you the events leading up.
Our roommate,homegirl, is black. I'm not saying that to be racist. It's literally the only thing I know about her. She doesn't speak to any of us unless she needs something. This especially goes for West Cobb. Homegirl lives next door to West Cobb and she terrorizes poor West Cobb. Homegirl doesn't have a laptop or printer, so anytime she needs to get on a computer She hits up West Cobb. Now it's not like she just asks whenever she's not using it, West Cobb can be using it when she asks. If West Cobb doesn't give the computer up, later that night she blairs music to the point we all get sick of it. It really pisses me off because West Cobb is too nice for her own good and Homegirl takes advantage of her. It sucks. She also won't let West Cobb keep any belongings in the bathroom, including her toothbrush. Recently we discovered that she had been cutting her hair into one of the bathroom drawers. gross.
She's been driving my other roommate crazy too. Mainly with the kitchen. She cooks alot of meats, which I hate the smell of Meat, but she has the right to cook it. The only thing is that she never cleans up afterward. Which is annoying too.
I knew she was annoying and stuck up but we can add emotionally unstable to the list too. Out of all the crazy things I've seen with roommates, this takes the cake.
Basically it was like any other day, Homegirl was cooking chicken and you could smell
it through the apartment. Normal day. One of my roommates decides she is going to combat the chicken smell. The spraying of the febreeze was like the shot heard around the world. The roommates were at the breaking point. I hear them calling each other bitches and yelling "FUCK YOU!" back and forth. The next thing I hear is "BOOM!!!!" Homegirl threw my other roommate down onto the floor and thus the battle of Colonel Sanders was on.
They literally got into a fight over chicken. Not.Even.Kidding.
The fight was actually pretty bad. Homegirl pinned my roommate down and tryed to choke her, and hit her head so hard against one of the doors she got a concussion. I could hear the whole thing from my room. I thought to myself at one point, "This is ridiculous, I need to stop this!" and then I thought, "No I'll just let them kill each other." And I Just chilled until the police came. Homegirl was immediately moved out of our apartment and my other roommate was treated for the concussion she received.
We've since gotten a new roommate. Hopefully this one will be better.
Honestly, she just has no concept of what it is like to live with other people. She's not the worst person I've ever lived with. That award goes to the Japanese Muslim from freshman year. But she is really rude. and I knew things were getting really bad with her and the other two roommates. For things to get to the point they got, I seriously could have never even dreamed it.
Before I tell you what went down, let me tell you the events leading up.
Our roommate,homegirl, is black. I'm not saying that to be racist. It's literally the only thing I know about her. She doesn't speak to any of us unless she needs something. This especially goes for West Cobb. Homegirl lives next door to West Cobb and she terrorizes poor West Cobb. Homegirl doesn't have a laptop or printer, so anytime she needs to get on a computer She hits up West Cobb. Now it's not like she just asks whenever she's not using it, West Cobb can be using it when she asks. If West Cobb doesn't give the computer up, later that night she blairs music to the point we all get sick of it. It really pisses me off because West Cobb is too nice for her own good and Homegirl takes advantage of her. It sucks. She also won't let West Cobb keep any belongings in the bathroom, including her toothbrush. Recently we discovered that she had been cutting her hair into one of the bathroom drawers. gross.
She's been driving my other roommate crazy too. Mainly with the kitchen. She cooks alot of meats, which I hate the smell of Meat, but she has the right to cook it. The only thing is that she never cleans up afterward. Which is annoying too.
I knew she was annoying and stuck up but we can add emotionally unstable to the list too. Out of all the crazy things I've seen with roommates, this takes the cake.
Basically it was like any other day, Homegirl was cooking chicken and you could smell
it through the apartment. Normal day. One of my roommates decides she is going to combat the chicken smell. The spraying of the febreeze was like the shot heard around the world. The roommates were at the breaking point. I hear them calling each other bitches and yelling "FUCK YOU!" back and forth. The next thing I hear is "BOOM!!!!" Homegirl threw my other roommate down onto the floor and thus the battle of Colonel Sanders was on.
They literally got into a fight over chicken. Not.Even.Kidding.
The fight was actually pretty bad. Homegirl pinned my roommate down and tryed to choke her, and hit her head so hard against one of the doors she got a concussion. I could hear the whole thing from my room. I thought to myself at one point, "This is ridiculous, I need to stop this!" and then I thought, "No I'll just let them kill each other." And I Just chilled until the police came. Homegirl was immediately moved out of our apartment and my other roommate was treated for the concussion she received.
We've since gotten a new roommate. Hopefully this one will be better.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Ground Control To Major Tom.....
I know my updates = FAIL. But I'll fill you in on how busy and chaotic my life is ok?
The last few days in Marietta can best be summed up in a few sentences:
Me and the best friend hung out, we went to taco bell, I sat around my mom's house.
Yeah that's about it. I could have bored you with details of how bored I was, or how I love cheesy bean and rice burrittos, or how the best friend is still getting his "anal warts" removed ( I think that's hilarious BTW), but I decided to spare you. Youre Welcome.
Getting to south Georgia on the other hand was eventful. I knew on the drive down I was putting myself into a different element. But considering how unsuccessful I was in my last environment maybe I needed the drastic change. and it's not like I'm going to be completely alone down here either. The guy goes to school here too. Me and the guy have been off and on for years. I love the guy, I really do, but we put the fun in dysfunctional.
Driving down it hit me how much my life was changing. I packed my car full and headed on south 75. I managed to get pulled over too....for going the speed limit. Apparently if you got the speed limit in the left lane state troopers frown upon that. oops.
I keep driving and I see the hills disappear behind me I see flat land ahead, and its officially hot as hell. Ground control to Major Tom, toto were not in Kansas anymore.
The culture here is very different too. You can tell who is local and who isn't pretty easy in the first few weeks. God set the thermostat to Hell and there are gnats everywhere. So non locals are swatting and flailing their arms to keep the little flying bastards out of our eyes and ears on top of the fact that were sweating like a whore in church. There is also a different breed of bros here too. I've lovingly dubbed them "Backwoods Bros" A backwoods bro is a guy who typically wears flannel, Guy Harvey, or PFG shirts daily. They also wear jeans with a really nice belt buckle, and a pair of boots or sperrys. They all have sunglasses with the Costa Del Mar croakies regardless of whether thy are real Costa Del Mar sunglasses or if they came from Wal-Mart. 9 times out of 10 they have a ratted baseball cap, typical bro apparel of course. They also always either dip or smoke. sometimes both. They also all drive jacked up pick up trucks with a tool box, a big spot light on the back, and typically a browning sticker on the back window. They're just like regular bros, but just backwoods.
I also have an interesting array of professors. I have the health teacher who i'm 90% sure is a lesbian, My biology professor who is a former Peace Corp member, (For a man that should be interesting with his life experiences he is incredibly dull), My math professor who is a former Auburn linebacker that sounds like Boomhauer From King of The Hill, My history professor who is the county prosecutor and obsessed with baseball, and my overly perky & super enthusiastic english professor that's a carbon copy of Mr.O'Neill form Daria.
The roommates I have are pretty cool. for the first time in my college career I have roommates I might live with for more than a semester, well except one. I just call her homegirl. I don't like homegirl. I'm pretty sure she doesn't like me either. She acts like she is better than me and the other girls and is just really rude. It's really annoying. The other two roommates are legit. One is a sassy latina girl that's spent alot of time in California and the Atlanta area. The other one is from the other side of the county I live in. I call her West Cobb. West Cobb is sort of sheltered and I feel a need to kind of help her out. There's alot of independence she hasn't quite experienced yet.
My apartment is also legit. Having my own room is great. I can totally sleep naked if I want to. As hot as it is down here that's a nice bit of freedom. It's also great for when the guy comes over. I love it. I also love having a real kitchen. No more shitty college food!!!!!
The life down here is definitely different. I'm still adjusting but I'm hopeful that I made the right choice.
The last few days in Marietta can best be summed up in a few sentences:
Me and the best friend hung out, we went to taco bell, I sat around my mom's house.
Yeah that's about it. I could have bored you with details of how bored I was, or how I love cheesy bean and rice burrittos, or how the best friend is still getting his "anal warts" removed ( I think that's hilarious BTW), but I decided to spare you. Youre Welcome.
Getting to south Georgia on the other hand was eventful. I knew on the drive down I was putting myself into a different element. But considering how unsuccessful I was in my last environment maybe I needed the drastic change. and it's not like I'm going to be completely alone down here either. The guy goes to school here too. Me and the guy have been off and on for years. I love the guy, I really do, but we put the fun in dysfunctional.
Driving down it hit me how much my life was changing. I packed my car full and headed on south 75. I managed to get pulled over too....for going the speed limit. Apparently if you got the speed limit in the left lane state troopers frown upon that. oops.
I keep driving and I see the hills disappear behind me I see flat land ahead, and its officially hot as hell. Ground control to Major Tom, toto were not in Kansas anymore.
The culture here is very different too. You can tell who is local and who isn't pretty easy in the first few weeks. God set the thermostat to Hell and there are gnats everywhere. So non locals are swatting and flailing their arms to keep the little flying bastards out of our eyes and ears on top of the fact that were sweating like a whore in church. There is also a different breed of bros here too. I've lovingly dubbed them "Backwoods Bros" A backwoods bro is a guy who typically wears flannel, Guy Harvey, or PFG shirts daily. They also wear jeans with a really nice belt buckle, and a pair of boots or sperrys. They all have sunglasses with the Costa Del Mar croakies regardless of whether thy are real Costa Del Mar sunglasses or if they came from Wal-Mart. 9 times out of 10 they have a ratted baseball cap, typical bro apparel of course. They also always either dip or smoke. sometimes both. They also all drive jacked up pick up trucks with a tool box, a big spot light on the back, and typically a browning sticker on the back window. They're just like regular bros, but just backwoods.
I also have an interesting array of professors. I have the health teacher who i'm 90% sure is a lesbian, My biology professor who is a former Peace Corp member, (For a man that should be interesting with his life experiences he is incredibly dull), My math professor who is a former Auburn linebacker that sounds like Boomhauer From King of The Hill, My history professor who is the county prosecutor and obsessed with baseball, and my overly perky & super enthusiastic english professor that's a carbon copy of Mr.O'Neill form Daria.
The roommates I have are pretty cool. for the first time in my college career I have roommates I might live with for more than a semester, well except one. I just call her homegirl. I don't like homegirl. I'm pretty sure she doesn't like me either. She acts like she is better than me and the other girls and is just really rude. It's really annoying. The other two roommates are legit. One is a sassy latina girl that's spent alot of time in California and the Atlanta area. The other one is from the other side of the county I live in. I call her West Cobb. West Cobb is sort of sheltered and I feel a need to kind of help her out. There's alot of independence she hasn't quite experienced yet.
My apartment is also legit. Having my own room is great. I can totally sleep naked if I want to. As hot as it is down here that's a nice bit of freedom. It's also great for when the guy comes over. I love it. I also love having a real kitchen. No more shitty college food!!!!!
The life down here is definitely different. I'm still adjusting but I'm hopeful that I made the right choice.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
East Cobb Snobs are breeding!!!!
My best friend is the best alarm clock I've ever had. Seriously.If I want to be awake by a certain time or do something by a certain time he will bug the shit out of me until I get up and go do it. Was yet another adventure day for me and him. When I get bored and can't think of any organized activity to do I just drive. I'll drive until I find something interesting. One of the most interesting things in the world to me are the people that live in East Cobb. It's the craziest stuff, I mean they all fit this one personality. They have an air about themselves like the world is entitled to them and all the women suffer from the stepford wife syndrome, even the single moms. Don't believe me? Go to Merchant's Walk.
Speaking of Merchant's walk, that's where my aimless drive led me. As some of you know, I'm an aunt to the coolest kid with the coolest name ever, Gus. Around Merchant's Walk there is this really cool educational toy store. So my inner aunt & estrogen kicked into high gear and I decided I'd go in and see if I could find some new age appropriate toys for my nephew.
As I'm walking around the toy store, I realize everything is crazy expensive.I'm not sure if things were just cheaper when I was child or if I just had no concept of price. Maybe a little of both. Either way I gained a new respect for why my parents had to say, "Sorry we can't get this toy today."
As I was about to accept the fact that I am a broke college student and I need to hit up dollar tree for my nephew, I over hear this woman at the cash register. I had seen this woman around the store with her albino Shirley Temple looking daughter pretty much the entire time I was there. This mother seemed to be in a similar boat as me and kept having to tell her kid no everytime she came over. She would very passively say, "No it's your birthday next week and I already have you a present at home." After a few rounds of her saying this like a broken record this child went from albino to tomato red.The next thing I know this child is SCREAMING. She is screaming like someone cut her arm off. She is also at this point crying and laying on the floor kicking. "I HATE YOU!!!!" She screams as her mother calmly says, "No It's your birthday next week you need to stop."
I was never spanked as a child, nor do I really think it's the best disciplinary method, but i'm not even this kid's mom and I wanted to back hand her into next week.
The best part is, the mom finally let the little girl have her way.
If that had been my kid.....oh hell no.
I'm not a parent, and I'm most definitely not saying I know everything about parenting. I just believe if you're planning on having children, please control them in public. A fussy infant is understandable, but a fit throwing 8 year old is just fucking annoying.
I'm so glad i'm just an aunt.
Speaking of Merchant's walk, that's where my aimless drive led me. As some of you know, I'm an aunt to the coolest kid with the coolest name ever, Gus. Around Merchant's Walk there is this really cool educational toy store. So my inner aunt & estrogen kicked into high gear and I decided I'd go in and see if I could find some new age appropriate toys for my nephew.
As I'm walking around the toy store, I realize everything is crazy expensive.I'm not sure if things were just cheaper when I was child or if I just had no concept of price. Maybe a little of both. Either way I gained a new respect for why my parents had to say, "Sorry we can't get this toy today."
As I was about to accept the fact that I am a broke college student and I need to hit up dollar tree for my nephew, I over hear this woman at the cash register. I had seen this woman around the store with her albino Shirley Temple looking daughter pretty much the entire time I was there. This mother seemed to be in a similar boat as me and kept having to tell her kid no everytime she came over. She would very passively say, "No it's your birthday next week and I already have you a present at home." After a few rounds of her saying this like a broken record this child went from albino to tomato red.The next thing I know this child is SCREAMING. She is screaming like someone cut her arm off. She is also at this point crying and laying on the floor kicking. "I HATE YOU!!!!" She screams as her mother calmly says, "No It's your birthday next week you need to stop."
I was never spanked as a child, nor do I really think it's the best disciplinary method, but i'm not even this kid's mom and I wanted to back hand her into next week.
The best part is, the mom finally let the little girl have her way.
If that had been my kid.....oh hell no.
I'm not a parent, and I'm most definitely not saying I know everything about parenting. I just believe if you're planning on having children, please control them in public. A fussy infant is understandable, but a fit throwing 8 year old is just fucking annoying.
I'm so glad i'm just an aunt.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Samantha Jones says no.
Sunday I woke up to 3 missed calls and one new text message all from my sister.(well were not really related, but were so close were family now.) I'm supposed to be over at her apartment helping with a photo shoot for her senior collection. Shit, shit, shit. I get up, call her and apologize for being a million years late and rush to get a shower and get ready as fast as possible. I basically hop in the shower and jump out into my car. that fast. The hair dryer I had somehow got lost with the 38968437 times I've moved so now I can't blow dry my hair.........conventionally at least. I have developed a new system to blow dry my hair and toss it around to give it a little volume. What I do is immediately after I take a shower I hop into my car and roll down my driver side and passenger side windows, then I take 75, barrett, piedmont, sandy plains,bells ferry, or 92 and let the wind do it for me!!!! It's surprisingly effective. I may never buy a blow dryer ever again. I'm calling it Car drying.
My trusty GPS Tim Tim (He's actually a Tom Tom but he's set to the british accent, and the name of the voice is Tim so hence the name Tim Tim)decided that he didn't want to turn on yesterday before I wanted to go to Atlanta. So I had to navigate the city by myself. I was really proud of myself because I learned that I no longer need a GPS to get myself to places in Atlanta!!!! I feel like such a grown up!!!!
I finally get to my sister's apartment after car drying my hair and self navigating and I pretty much feel like I've jumped into a re run of Sex In The City.You have to understand my sister and her apartment to know why I felt this way. My sister is a Fashion design major at SCAD Atlanta so all of her clothes are perfect and she knows all the newest trends. I am not that way at all. My sister is also very artistic and creative. I'm creative, but I cant draw to save my life. My sister also has a beautiful apartment with her fiancée and my nephew. Her apartment building was built some time in the 20's and has these nice high ceilings, hardwood floors, original sinks and tile, oh and not to mention they're right in the heart of midtown with everything in walking distance. The buildings still have the old time white radiators and everytime I walk in I feel like I'm walking up to Holly Golightly's apartment in Breakfast At Tiffany's. I'm so jealous. My sister is doing a photo shoot with our friend Mrs. Crawford and one of Mrs. Crawford's friends. During this photo shoot my sister has cocktails out and sushi. I'm Samantha Jones and my sister is Charlotte York. We have some cocktails, take pictures of Mrs. Crawford and her friend in these nice vintage outfits, then go up and eat sushi, and laugh about our relationships...or lack there of. Then they left and we finished up the shoot and another one of my sister's colleagues came over and we looked at patterns and fabric swatches. Honestly, tell me this isn't an episode of Sex In The City.
The best part of my day by far was getting to play with my little nephew Gus. I love that little boy so much. I think he knows my face now!!! When he woke up from his nap I was in the kitchen, so when I walked out of the kitchen he saw me and smiled, it made me so happy. So without any doubt my sister handed him to me and I didn't give him back until he had to go to bed. The best part about being an aunt by far is that you get all the perks of having a baby without actually having a baby. If it cries, poops, screams, pitches some sort of fit, gets hungry, gets sleepy, all you have to do is yell "Hey Sis, the baby needs you!!!!!" and it is no longer your problem!!!! Also you get to go home and don't have to deal with the whole getting up at all hours of the night. Biggest plus of all, no pregnancy required!!! You just watch your sister get more and more pregnant, so no stretch marks, braxton hicks, getting kicked, having to re evaluate your wardrobe, nope none of that!!! You just get to do the fun stuff like go baby shopping and drive your friends crazy by buying toys for an infant that can't even play with them yet, and buying cute little clothes, and coming over and playing with the baby. If my friends continue to have children at the rate they currently are, then I may have no reason to ever procreate unless I just want one.
After I left my sister's apartment I headed back to Marietta and I got a text message from one of my high school ex boyfriends telling me he got a new apartment and that I should come over and see it. I felt really bad because the past few days he had been inviting me over but with all the other stuff I've been doing I just hadn't had time to go over. So I head over to the ex's new place and it was surprisingly nice. Wen he told me the name of the complex he was living in, it threw up major red flags. The complex where he lives doesn't exactly have the best reputation and is really poorly lit so it's a little scary walking outside at night, not gonna lie. As I'm looking around the apartment he decides to take me on the official tour. He shows me all the general stuff like living room, kitchen, his bedroom/office, and the bathroom. As he's showing me some stuff in the bathroom he says, "This stuff is my roommates." and As were walking out I ask him, "Oh Who is your roommate?" He stops in his tracks and gets a confused look on his face and says, "Didn't I tell you?" Then I say, "Didn't you tell me what?" He mentions that it's a mutual friend and then he says, "Yeah were technically married." Wait........What the hell???? Married, like really married? What.the.fuck. He then goes on to explain to me our friends situation and story and come to find out they're married so she can become a legal American citizen.They have their picture they took at the courthouse, He has a ring to wear if immigration shows up, and all of her mail had her married last name on it. The reason his bedroom is an "office" is so if Immigration comes to visit it looks like they have a normal apartment. He has a twin bed in his "office" that he sleeps on, and she has a full size bed in her room that is "their room" when immigration comes but really she sleeps in it all the time, and so does her boyfriend when he comes over. Also a fun fact about my ex boyfriend, he is a candidate for a political office in Georgia right now. He wants to work in government while he's in a technically fraudulent marriage.
Once I got over the whole shock of the bombshell he dropped on me we decided to watch a movie. As the movie starts he tries to put his arm around me. I lean forward so he can't. Then he says to me "Hey come here." I respond, "Um, Why?" Then he looks at me and says, "Don't you want to cuddle?" I just look back and say, "No, Not really." I'm sitting there texting my best friend who is at the babysitting job and all the sudden I see my ex's name pop up where he had sent me a text message (Mind you, he's sitting right next to me.) Our conversation goes word for word like this:
Ex: Hey, Sorry if this is forward, but I still think you are cute.
Me: Thanks.
Ex: That's it?
Me: Pretty much.
I felt so bad. He's not a bad guy it's just been there done that. Not to mention A)I seldom EVER date exes. There's usually a reason why it didn't work. B) I'm not really looking for a relationship. and C)I am moving in a matter of days. But the movie was really good. Once it ended I said goodnight and came straight home. I was overwhelmed but glad to be home.
No final thought, I don't want to think anymore.
That was my day.
Becky Marietta
My trusty GPS Tim Tim (He's actually a Tom Tom but he's set to the british accent, and the name of the voice is Tim so hence the name Tim Tim)decided that he didn't want to turn on yesterday before I wanted to go to Atlanta. So I had to navigate the city by myself. I was really proud of myself because I learned that I no longer need a GPS to get myself to places in Atlanta!!!! I feel like such a grown up!!!!
I finally get to my sister's apartment after car drying my hair and self navigating and I pretty much feel like I've jumped into a re run of Sex In The City.You have to understand my sister and her apartment to know why I felt this way. My sister is a Fashion design major at SCAD Atlanta so all of her clothes are perfect and she knows all the newest trends. I am not that way at all. My sister is also very artistic and creative. I'm creative, but I cant draw to save my life. My sister also has a beautiful apartment with her fiancée and my nephew. Her apartment building was built some time in the 20's and has these nice high ceilings, hardwood floors, original sinks and tile, oh and not to mention they're right in the heart of midtown with everything in walking distance. The buildings still have the old time white radiators and everytime I walk in I feel like I'm walking up to Holly Golightly's apartment in Breakfast At Tiffany's. I'm so jealous. My sister is doing a photo shoot with our friend Mrs. Crawford and one of Mrs. Crawford's friends. During this photo shoot my sister has cocktails out and sushi. I'm Samantha Jones and my sister is Charlotte York. We have some cocktails, take pictures of Mrs. Crawford and her friend in these nice vintage outfits, then go up and eat sushi, and laugh about our relationships...or lack there of. Then they left and we finished up the shoot and another one of my sister's colleagues came over and we looked at patterns and fabric swatches. Honestly, tell me this isn't an episode of Sex In The City.
The best part of my day by far was getting to play with my little nephew Gus. I love that little boy so much. I think he knows my face now!!! When he woke up from his nap I was in the kitchen, so when I walked out of the kitchen he saw me and smiled, it made me so happy. So without any doubt my sister handed him to me and I didn't give him back until he had to go to bed. The best part about being an aunt by far is that you get all the perks of having a baby without actually having a baby. If it cries, poops, screams, pitches some sort of fit, gets hungry, gets sleepy, all you have to do is yell "Hey Sis, the baby needs you!!!!!" and it is no longer your problem!!!! Also you get to go home and don't have to deal with the whole getting up at all hours of the night. Biggest plus of all, no pregnancy required!!! You just watch your sister get more and more pregnant, so no stretch marks, braxton hicks, getting kicked, having to re evaluate your wardrobe, nope none of that!!! You just get to do the fun stuff like go baby shopping and drive your friends crazy by buying toys for an infant that can't even play with them yet, and buying cute little clothes, and coming over and playing with the baby. If my friends continue to have children at the rate they currently are, then I may have no reason to ever procreate unless I just want one.
After I left my sister's apartment I headed back to Marietta and I got a text message from one of my high school ex boyfriends telling me he got a new apartment and that I should come over and see it. I felt really bad because the past few days he had been inviting me over but with all the other stuff I've been doing I just hadn't had time to go over. So I head over to the ex's new place and it was surprisingly nice. Wen he told me the name of the complex he was living in, it threw up major red flags. The complex where he lives doesn't exactly have the best reputation and is really poorly lit so it's a little scary walking outside at night, not gonna lie. As I'm looking around the apartment he decides to take me on the official tour. He shows me all the general stuff like living room, kitchen, his bedroom/office, and the bathroom. As he's showing me some stuff in the bathroom he says, "This stuff is my roommates." and As were walking out I ask him, "Oh Who is your roommate?" He stops in his tracks and gets a confused look on his face and says, "Didn't I tell you?" Then I say, "Didn't you tell me what?" He mentions that it's a mutual friend and then he says, "Yeah were technically married." Wait........What the hell???? Married, like really married? What.the.fuck. He then goes on to explain to me our friends situation and story and come to find out they're married so she can become a legal American citizen.They have their picture they took at the courthouse, He has a ring to wear if immigration shows up, and all of her mail had her married last name on it. The reason his bedroom is an "office" is so if Immigration comes to visit it looks like they have a normal apartment. He has a twin bed in his "office" that he sleeps on, and she has a full size bed in her room that is "their room" when immigration comes but really she sleeps in it all the time, and so does her boyfriend when he comes over. Also a fun fact about my ex boyfriend, he is a candidate for a political office in Georgia right now. He wants to work in government while he's in a technically fraudulent marriage.
Once I got over the whole shock of the bombshell he dropped on me we decided to watch a movie. As the movie starts he tries to put his arm around me. I lean forward so he can't. Then he says to me "Hey come here." I respond, "Um, Why?" Then he looks at me and says, "Don't you want to cuddle?" I just look back and say, "No, Not really." I'm sitting there texting my best friend who is at the babysitting job and all the sudden I see my ex's name pop up where he had sent me a text message (Mind you, he's sitting right next to me.) Our conversation goes word for word like this:
Ex: Hey, Sorry if this is forward, but I still think you are cute.
Me: Thanks.
Ex: That's it?
Me: Pretty much.
I felt so bad. He's not a bad guy it's just been there done that. Not to mention A)I seldom EVER date exes. There's usually a reason why it didn't work. B) I'm not really looking for a relationship. and C)I am moving in a matter of days. But the movie was really good. Once it ended I said goodnight and came straight home. I was overwhelmed but glad to be home.
No final thought, I don't want to think anymore.
That was my day.
Becky Marietta
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Who lives in a pineapple under the sea.....
Sleeping on an air mattress is alot like sleeping on a boat. You wake up sea sick, or in my case sea sick and ever so slightly hungover from the Jersey Shore drinking game. I've mentioned the Jersey Shore drinking game a few times now so I'll tell you how it's played. You take a drink everytime: Someone is fixing their hair, Someone gets into a punch throwing fight, They go to the gym, They hook up with someone, They do fist pumps, Whenever they drink, or whenever they tan. DO NOT TAKE SHOTS!!!! THIS COULD KILL YOU!!!!! You can Chug your drink when: None of the aforementioned are happening BUT you MUST fist pump the entire time you are chugging. It's a really fun game, one of my better creations. I have a game also in honor of Shark week but I'll let you get through MTV's 12638760271085 re runs of the Jersey Shore season premiere.
After my best friend woke up he wouldn't shut up about going to Waffle House so we loaded up and went. As we get there and get our orders put in we have the chattiest Waffle House Waiter of the century. Don't get me wrong, I dont mind the conversation, but If I'm coming to where you work to get food, then I'm hungry and I don't really feel like laughing at all your jokes. While we were eating we made fun of my best friend for some randome reason and the really adorable baby at the next booth starts laughing which just made everything that much funnier. As we start to leave I really don't know what happened to my thought process. First I realize that I'm short on being able to pay my tab so I tell my best friend to wait in the Waffle house so I can grab extra cash out of my car, then I realize I left my keys and sunglasses at the booth, I grab them go to the car and STILL don't grab enough money. The waiter flags me down and tells me, so I just charge it to my debit card and leave him a nice tip and feel a complete idiot.
From there we go to the mall and I make the transformation into an East Cobb Snob. Cute dress, Rap blaring out of my speakers, starbucks in one hand with a Coach bag under my arm, then top it off with an "I'm better than you face." I'm home! Big success of the day, I finally found a copy of the Chester French CD. I'm so glad Barney has a CD player. I forgot how nice it was to not fight with a broken radio!!!! After I get my CD, I drop my best friend and his brother off at his apartment and go on to my babysitting job for the night.
I love this babysitting job. Really if I wasn't moving I'd do this for as long as possible. Great kids, great family. I'm so excited that I helped get my best friend this job, yay recommendations!!! This family has an infant and a 13 year old. The infant belongs to the mom and dad while the 13 year old is the mom's younger sister. So there's a big age gap. The baby was a little sick so he mainly just wanted to be held but was still really playful and the 13 year old was really good too. The baby went to bed not long after I got there. I had to take his temperature which is different than than taking a normal temp and it's hard when the baby doesn't want to stay still. When I had him sitting still he started to sob but apparently I'm hilarious when I sing the songs to Elmo's World and SpongeBob SquarePants. The teenager and I hung out and watched Grease. She made fun of it and I realized she was kinda right. That movie is really cheesy. I guess I never realized it as a kid but it's really ridiculous. After it went off she went to bed and I was bored out of my mind. I got a call from a friend and he goes on this tangent and then asks me to marry him! WHAT?!?! If were not dating or anything like that then why would I marry you? really? It was weird. Then another one of my exes kept calling me. It was kinda like being in an episode of the twilight zone. The parents got home in the early morning hours and when they got home we sat around and talked for a long time. I really don't think you could fimd more interesting, funny, or better hearted people. I really enjoyed my night, I was sad to go.
When I was takling to the mom and dad we hit on some very heavy points and it was one of those nights that really just made me think. When I left their house I didn't go home. I just drove. It was really good, I got some time to think. I'm always a high energy person and always around people so it was nice to be by myself and have virtually empty roads. The one thing that really stuck out in my mind was no matter what problems you may have, someone always has it worse and you can't sit around and feel sorry for yourself. After all of that I decided to go home and I must have found every red light in East Cobb. Red lights are pretty pointless at 4:45 AM, just saying. I wanted to run every one of them!!! But I didnt because A) If I get another ticket before my 21st birthday, my liscense is suspended. and B) Three words that go back to point A: Red Light Cameras. Damn you Cobb county for finding a way forcing me to obey traffic laws even when cops arent there.
That was my Saturday.
Becky Marietta
After my best friend woke up he wouldn't shut up about going to Waffle House so we loaded up and went. As we get there and get our orders put in we have the chattiest Waffle House Waiter of the century. Don't get me wrong, I dont mind the conversation, but If I'm coming to where you work to get food, then I'm hungry and I don't really feel like laughing at all your jokes. While we were eating we made fun of my best friend for some randome reason and the really adorable baby at the next booth starts laughing which just made everything that much funnier. As we start to leave I really don't know what happened to my thought process. First I realize that I'm short on being able to pay my tab so I tell my best friend to wait in the Waffle house so I can grab extra cash out of my car, then I realize I left my keys and sunglasses at the booth, I grab them go to the car and STILL don't grab enough money. The waiter flags me down and tells me, so I just charge it to my debit card and leave him a nice tip and feel a complete idiot.
From there we go to the mall and I make the transformation into an East Cobb Snob. Cute dress, Rap blaring out of my speakers, starbucks in one hand with a Coach bag under my arm, then top it off with an "I'm better than you face." I'm home! Big success of the day, I finally found a copy of the Chester French CD. I'm so glad Barney has a CD player. I forgot how nice it was to not fight with a broken radio!!!! After I get my CD, I drop my best friend and his brother off at his apartment and go on to my babysitting job for the night.
I love this babysitting job. Really if I wasn't moving I'd do this for as long as possible. Great kids, great family. I'm so excited that I helped get my best friend this job, yay recommendations!!! This family has an infant and a 13 year old. The infant belongs to the mom and dad while the 13 year old is the mom's younger sister. So there's a big age gap. The baby was a little sick so he mainly just wanted to be held but was still really playful and the 13 year old was really good too. The baby went to bed not long after I got there. I had to take his temperature which is different than than taking a normal temp and it's hard when the baby doesn't want to stay still. When I had him sitting still he started to sob but apparently I'm hilarious when I sing the songs to Elmo's World and SpongeBob SquarePants. The teenager and I hung out and watched Grease. She made fun of it and I realized she was kinda right. That movie is really cheesy. I guess I never realized it as a kid but it's really ridiculous. After it went off she went to bed and I was bored out of my mind. I got a call from a friend and he goes on this tangent and then asks me to marry him! WHAT?!?! If were not dating or anything like that then why would I marry you? really? It was weird. Then another one of my exes kept calling me. It was kinda like being in an episode of the twilight zone. The parents got home in the early morning hours and when they got home we sat around and talked for a long time. I really don't think you could fimd more interesting, funny, or better hearted people. I really enjoyed my night, I was sad to go.
When I was takling to the mom and dad we hit on some very heavy points and it was one of those nights that really just made me think. When I left their house I didn't go home. I just drove. It was really good, I got some time to think. I'm always a high energy person and always around people so it was nice to be by myself and have virtually empty roads. The one thing that really stuck out in my mind was no matter what problems you may have, someone always has it worse and you can't sit around and feel sorry for yourself. After all of that I decided to go home and I must have found every red light in East Cobb. Red lights are pretty pointless at 4:45 AM, just saying. I wanted to run every one of them!!! But I didnt because A) If I get another ticket before my 21st birthday, my liscense is suspended. and B) Three words that go back to point A: Red Light Cameras. Damn you Cobb county for finding a way forcing me to obey traffic laws even when cops arent there.
That was my Saturday.
Becky Marietta
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