Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Double You Tea Eff Wednesday

It's 2 am. I'm not asleep. I'm not happy about this. I had SUCH a productive day: got a mani, went to the bank, ran some errands, went to class, went to the gym, cooked din, showered, cleaned (cleaning=cleaning while having a personal dance party), and was SO pumped to be in bed by 10 because I have a long day tomorrow. 

I get in bed, pull on my night shades, no big...THEN....I started awkwardly hot, rrrrrrrilly hot out of nowhere....THEN I got nosh. Like, not '"Oh this might be slight indigestion" nosh, but like, "where is the nearest receptacle so I can yak in it" nosh. (Nosh=nauseous). For those of you who don't know, I am PETRIFIED of yakking. Like, I will literally cry and hyperventilate. It's weird, but I cannot stand the mere thought of puke. I swear I thought I was preggers for a sec, then realized unless this was the Immaculate Conception, I had nothing to worry about. (TMI?....probs). So here goes Wednesday's post.

P.S. as we speak, my puppy is giving me the "bitch, go back to bed, your typing is keeping me awake" look, and she keeps putting her paw on my arm so as if to say, "I'M SERIOUS WITH THIS SHIT"....(I'm an animal whisperer...I'll tell you more later) and I'm giving her the "bitch (literally) don't you know I'd love to be asleep right now, but I've got a case of the rilllllly bad nosh and need to trick my brain into feeling better, so don't look at me with your cute furry face" look. And now for Double You Tea Eff Wednesday,  uber nosh style

  • My body currently hates me and is trying to make me yak. WTF body?! 
  • I went ahead and got the Droid, and I love it, but I secretly miss my blackberry and MIGHT switch back if I can't figure this phone out... WTF indecisiveness!?
  • There is a certain situation that is bugging the eff out of me this week, and I can't fix it because it involves another person who isn't trying to fix it. WTF life?!
  • My puppy is so freaking adorable I can't stand it....WTF that was random
  • It REALLY needs to start getting hot out so I can lay by the pool, because I'm nearing translucence (Edward Cullen style) and I'm too broke to go to the tanning bed, slash I'm quitting the tanning bed. WTF winter?!
So, I've been cataloging and mentally recording "Can I Get A Witness" moments on campus, when I came across the MOTHERLOAD. I went to the gym. I mean it was ridic. It was like fishing with dynamite. For realz. I can't even write them all because it'd take too long and you'd skim this post, and then I'd have to hurt you, and because my nosh-ness is fading and turning into post-nosh tiredness...  I digress. THEREFORE, I commence:

  • At the gym, there was a girl working out with her hair down, 'styled' ( I use the term loosely bc while SHE might've thought it was 'done' it looked more like a cat had used her head as a scratching post) and blue eyeshadow covering her ENTIRE eye lid, like this chick. Can I Get A Witness?

Srsly. It was this bad, but worse. 
  • A girl at the gym was working out in a sports bra that was 9 sizes too small, and zebra print leggings. zebra print. leggings. Holy unflattering-ness. Can I Get A Witness?
  • Another girl was wearing lemon yellow bootie shorts and a really tight white top. No big right? Ohhhh no, but the shorts were see-through, I could almost see her "hoo-ha", and she was doing these really creepy 'stretches' that looked like they belonged on stage at a place called "The Men's Club" and all the while, she's staring at herself in the mirror giving these seductive gazes....Can I Get A Witness?????
I think the worst of the nosh is over, though I'm still super weirded out as to WHY IN THE HELL it happened in the first place. Plus I'm pretty sure my puppy is going to kill me in my sleep if I don't stop typing soon (We blog in bed when we're at home...we=me+pup). 

Musique Du Jour:

GO LOOK AT THE 2010 COACHELLA LINE-UP AND GASP BECAUSE PRETTY MUCH ALL OF MY FAVORITE BANDS ARE PLAYING, and if you don't know any of them, IMMEDIATELY go to and START GETTING TO KNOW THEM. I will dedicate an entire post later on about Coachella because it's THAT amazing. Word. 

the super nosh chick who is getting stink eyed by her pup

Pee Ess:

I got my 5 year diary in the mail from Jaeve+Things, and I'm in lurve with it! Everyone needs one! Here's a pic of the journal, plus a little note I wrote to paste in the's kinda cheesy, but I guess I was in a cheesy mood. Holla. 


  1. Sars about the nosh. Maybe you ate something bad. Or drank something bad.

    Oh, and love these features! Please keep them coming. Perhaps you take a camera to the gym next time and get some pics of these people - a la The Only Girl's photo stalking method.

  2. First, what kind of dog? Or did you cover this before I became a fan of your blog?

    Second, saw a guy at the gym yesterday who could have been related to Mimi above. . . . . . he had a poof (yes, poof) of hair just above his forehead with the rest shaved. Like the one little 2" area of hair was the grassy knoll or something. Wierd. Buuuuuuutt, dude was a lot bigger (and hairier) than me so I tried not to stare for fear of a sweaty beating.

  3. holy hell.
    Lucero, Vampire Weekend, Jay-Z, She & Him, Coheed & Cambria, Corinne Bailey Rae, MGMT, Muse, Old Crow Medicine Show, Shooter Jennings, Deerhunter, Gorillaz.... these artists make up my pandora 'quick mix' station... AND THEY'RE ALL GOING TO BE AT COACHELLA?!
    I die.
    (sorry to annoyingly list so many artists... I felt it was needed for dramatic effect.)

  4. The WTF life bullet? I second that.

  5. This is so funny... love the part about your pup looking at you weird and the nasty girl, haha

  6. Yesterday, I realized I was working out next to a guy wearing street clothes...a polo shirt, khakis and a belt and walking shoes. Odd.

  7. Love those quotes... the one from B. Franklin is also noted in "Gone With the Wind" (an all-time favorite, of course!) If you think of more, please don't hesitate to email or comment them to me! Thanks, darling!
    And yes, I LOVE Sean McConnell- what that man's voice does to me... woah.

  8. HAHAHA I always write disclosures on or in my diaries warning people not to read. And people at the gym? Effin ricockulated, that's what. I saw a girl on the treadmill IN A SKIRT> WTF??? Are you going to Coachella? If you are I might explode with jealousy right. now.

  9. ARE YOU GOING TO COACHELLA?!!!! because I am. Just sayin.

    I will do anything to prevent throwing up. My dreams of being bulimic were shattered at a young age.

    I hope you feel better!

  10. When I used to go to the gym for a swim, my sis said it was like going swimming with Barbie - I didnt want to get my hair wet or have my make up come off (I didn't RE-DO it to go in the pool, but I couldn't be bothered having to redo it AFTERWARDS) or my contacts swim out. But I wasn't wearing blue eyeshadow anyway.

    Mine was green.


    It was actually yellow.

  11. Ahahaha, I just found your blog by searching Houston bloggers. My dog gives me the stink eye all the time when she wants to go to bed!! It's so funny. Or, in the morning, when I turn on the light, she's like "WTF Mom?" Adorable.

  12. I also hate to yak. It makes me cry every time. Whether I'm drunk, sick or whatever. If I hurl, I will bawl. It makes my mom laugh. Evil mom.

    I can't handle the gym. A) I don't want to pay for something I will never use and feel guilty over the waste of money. B) I don't want to wind up being written about. "This girl at the gym just walked around and texted, spent five minutes on the treadmill. And she was wearing mascara!! Who wear's mascara to the gym." Thankfully I wouldn't be caught dead in zebra leggings. (I'm rambling. I'll go now.)

  13. I love the word "nosh" I may have to steal it. Hope you feel better!

  14. have you posted a pic of your adorable puppy? because frankly that's all i can focus on right now. haha. sorry avid animal lover here.

    and seriously WTF to all the chicks that wear that crap to the gym. can you get a witness? can i get an amen!

  15. How pissing frustrating.

    I mean, when you have a day of mass productivity, you should be rewarded with instantaneous and bitchin' sleep. I'm sorry that wasn't the case for you.

    I'm going to a yoga class tomorrow and I'm pretty sure I'll stick out like a sore thumb for I scrub out hard at the gym. Ugh, stupid campus tramps.

  16. I like your handwriting.

    That is kinda weird.

    I just wrote about how much I hate puking and exactly why but it was very graphic and I thought that might give you an anxiety attack since you are afraid of it.

  17. LOL, I love you! Laughed all the way through this post. I feel like we're long-lost bffs. :D

  18. I switched to the Droid from a Blackberry a couple of months ago. I still miss my Blackberry.


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