Sooo trying this ipod thing... start it at Neverender by Coheed and Cambria... end it with pop songs... You will now find me dancing in my room having a jolly good time.
Wide Eyes by Local Natives
(via christinefriar:theduty)
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I was first introduced to these cats at a Spaceland residency a month or so back. They’re really fucking good.
Mah Skillz?
strong writer/proofreader
customer service (maintaining positive customer & vendor relations)
understanding the needs of clients (even when they aren’t too clear on it themselves)/active listening & perception
quick learner
budgets/maintaining financial records/income development
proficient in both qualitative (focus groups, ethnography, etc.) and quantitative research methods
knowledge of advanced statistics and SPSS (from correlations to regressions, data cleaning, etc.)/able to tell the number’s “story”
teaching public speaking/interpersonal communication/time management skills at the collegiate level
good knowledge of the restaurant industry from the inside out
overall good with people at any professional level
passionate and ambitious
So what should I do with all of this? What job does this mishmash = ?
How do I figure all of this out because I really have no clue?
Today was such a gorgeous fall day...
I wish I didn’t have so much grading to do! But I still managed to take a half hour walk with my mom. I love life.
On bachelorette parties...
- Me: We should bring around some little cupcakes from Crumbs
- Lisa: Are they penis shaped?
- Thanks for helping me re live my blond moment Amy! : -P
omg it’s really autumn.
Just finished baking two loaves of challah… Holler :)
L’shana Tova everyone! Here’s to a sweet and happy new year - 5770!
I’ve never been into the “hold your flags and be proud to be american on 9/11” thing… But I still cry multiple times on this day thinking about the stories of people who lost theirs lives, of families and lives changed, of people who held on to each other and helped save lives. People who showed how strong and compassionate they could be - how much humans could shine with good when challenged and fully encompassed with dust and fire and hatred.
It is incredible how powerful and amazing people can be when they focus their energy on doing good. I hope every day that people will think, will make the conscious choice to put a little good into the world - not just on a day of remembrance.
Woohoo! Fashion + food + free… What a great combo :)
club monaco is extending fashion’s night out until the 12th with a cupcake truck.
the vehicle will be parked outside the brand’s soho store, handing out sweet treats to shoppers. if you’re not in the area tomorrow, you can still enjoy a little something at all stores city-wide: champagne will be served until 11pm.
lee:thecakeisalie:(via fuckyeahpixarmovies)
In the words of keanu: “Woah.”
I TAUGHT MY FIRST TWO CLASSES OF THE SEMESTER TODAY
…and it was fantastic! It felt sooo good being back in front of a classroom. It’s going to be a good semester kiddos, a damn good semester indeed.
jamieelizabeth:marjchun: kissedbysadness: siamesecities:
What happens when someone breaks your heart?
When someone breaks your heart, first you are shocked. Someone will say you are heartbroken and you examine the words break and heart and heartbroken and you immediately decide that it’s inaccurate. You feel pain in the region of your heart and you think it’s your heart breaking but one’s heart doesn’t really break, something else does - faith. You stop believing.
No, not in the big things which are most of the time irrelevant. You still believe in God or Buddha or some Supreme Being, you still believe child prostitution is bad. You just stop believing in the small things that you do, that small things that give meaning to your daily life, and you begin to think everything is pointless: Why get up? Why dress up? Why breathe in and out? What for? What for?
When someone breaks your heart, you turn into a small ball of self-pity. You lie in bed, in a ball. You hug your knees, keeping them close to your chest, like a fetus. Freud said it’s human instinct to go back to the womb where we can feel safe.
But that’s what happens when someone breaks your heart — they steal the very thing that makes you feel safe, whole, intact.
— M.D. Balangue (Mr. Write)
Kissing kitties! Rubba and Matilda, the tail-less wonder :)
( .2 seconds later they swatted at each other )
my bebiezzz! (ya, you love the spelling.)
