2/26/2011

Going to Bed Abruptly

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I've found through my four years of college that sleep is not something that is always so easily attainable. Sometimes you have to go several nights with very little rest and then catch up on the weekend with a 12 hour night of sleep. This is not a healthy cycle to get into, obviously, so I have taken to what my room mate calls "going to bed abruptly." I'll be working on homework or watching tv or whatever and I'll suddenly get the desire to go to bed, so I'll run to my room, slam the door and jump into bed. Without brushing my teeth, without going through my nightly ritual. It's a strange thing I've taken to doing, but it ensures that I get the sleep I need.


Why do I do this? I'm not sure. But sometimes I can pinpoint it. Sometimes I think about the new box of cereal I bought and I run to bed because I can't wait to get up and eat breakfast. Or other times I jump into bed abruptly because I just washed my sheets (clean sheets are on my top list of favorite things ever). Or other times I'm just really frustrated with being awake.

Whatever the reason, it's a weird thing I've taken to doing. So now it has become a running joke. So, if you ever stay the night with me, be warned!

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2/22/2011

Why We Go to Bars

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The other day I was on a dinner date with my room mate and friends at a bar just up the street from my apartment. It's not an especially overpriced or fancy bar, but it isn't trashy either. It's a total upper middle class establishment. I ordered Blue Moon on draft (my jam, my life, orange slice, take me to heaven). When I finished it, she offered a refill but I decided to try the Blue Moon seasonal (Blue Moon Winter Abbey Ale, also so good). When I got the bill at the end of the night, though, the price tag on the Winter ale was 10 dollars!!! I was appalled that I had spent that much money on a bottle of beer. And, indeed, we left the bar and went straight to the liquor store where I bought a six pack of the same beer for 9 bucks. A six pack!!! So this brings the following question to mind: why do we go to bars? Why would we pay so much more for alcohol when we could drink it for so much cheaper at home? Here's what I came up with...


1) No one likes to drink alone. There is something about alcohol that just begs for company. If I am ever drinking alone then I have either suffered something overly emotional or I have become an alcoholic.

2) It's a good place to meet people. I have met so many interesting people in bars. I met this guy once who offered me cocaine and wanted to sleep on my couch. The same night, I met a guy named Walt once who told me his life story and in return he bought all of my drinks. A couple weeks ago, I met a lesbian who told me all about her tattoos and her sex life. Let's just say, good stories come out of bars.

3) You don't have to get up. When I drink at home, it is always such a pain to have to go back to the kitchen and make another drink or open another beer. When I sit at a bar, I literally don't have to stand up until I'm ready to leave. That's a great feeling.

4) This last reason is probably the MOST important reason why I, personally, like going to bars. No clean up! My least favorite thing is waking up after a heavy night of drinking in my apartment and seeing that my place is absolutely destroyed. I'd much rather tip someone else to do all that for me and wake up to a clean place.

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2/17/2011

The Ways We Use Our Friends

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I recently had a discussion with my queen (AKA my room mate) and we talked about how when we have something we need to talk about we go to very specific friends to get the answer we want. This, I have come to believe, is true for everyone. Here is a pretty standard breakdown:


1) The Listener - this is the friend that will sit there and patiently listen to you flesh out all of the gory details of whatever shit you are going through. The most important attribute about this person is that they do not judge. They nod understandingly and ask an occasional question. This friend is also the one who will confront you head on ("Are you sleeping with John?") but, again, it is never judgmental.

2) The Talker - This is the friend that will listen to your issue and then go on a long winded rant about a similar instance in their own life. They are always prepared with a personal anecdote to help you put things into perspective. You don't want to go to this person if you wanna do all the talking, though.

3) The Pragmatist - This is the person who commits their whole personal life to practicality. This person will lay it out for you exactly as it is. ("Becky, you have two options: 1. dump him and move on or 2. confront him about it"). This is the person who tells you what you need to hear, but not necessarily what you want to hear. I like to think that I fall under this category of friend.

4) The Comforter - This is the person who is an absolute expert at helping you sweep your worries under the carpet. They'll rub your back, get you a cup of tea, and tell you just what you want to hear ("Becky, he's a fucking asshole, let's go dancing.") Sometimes this is all we really need to get through the tough times.


So it is through our varieties of friends that we work through our shit. If a situation is mild I'll choose the friend that will give me what I need at the moment. For really tough situations, though, I usually go to all of them. That's life, though, comfy cornerers. No one can do it alone!

Stay comfy ya'll.


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2/08/2011

The Honest Homeless Man

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Since moving to the city, I have quickly realized that homeless antics are always fun party conversations. Everyone always has a funny homeless person story because homeless people are often on drugs or they are super creative at trying to get change or food. I once met a homeless women who stopped me, smiled so big and said, "Do you have any change? I LOVE YOU!" I gave her everything I had. Also, there are some famous homeless people around Boston that everyone knows: the guy who raps for money, the mexican auctioneer on his bicycle, the man who growls "ya'll got any spare change" on a loop all day etc. The homeless man who has set up camp at my bus stop, however, is soon to be one of these famed homeless people.


This man is the most frank, honest man I've ever met. When he wants something, he will get your attention, make eye contact with you and simply ask for it. He'd be a great actor. No shame, no tricks, no jokes or cleverness. Just pure truthfulness. For instance, almost every time I see him, he'll tap me on the shoulder and say, "Do you have any change I can borrow?" Pshaw! As if he's gonna pay me back later. But, one day the bus was broken down and it was a large crowd of upset people waiting in the cold with this homeless man. He asked me for a cigarette. And then he asked another lady if she had a dollar. And then he asked a man if he had a hamburger. And then... in the dead silence of this crowd, to no one in particular, he asks, "Does anyone got any cocaine?"

It just amazes me how he can just think of the thing he needs at that moment, turn to the person closest by and ask them for it. It's wonderfully simple, actually. He never gets upset when people turn him down. It's as if he just wanted to know if you have it or not. I was saddened yesterday, though, when I heard him tell another homeless person that he was headed to California. I will miss him. And I'm jealous that he can afford to get to California when I can't afford to turn on my heat. Guess his tactics work!


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2/03/2011

Senioritis

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I have hesitated writing a blog about senioritis because I have failed to find something that truly encapsulates it - but then I found this picture. This, is e-struggs at her finest. I heard her telling me about how she fell asleep during break and woke up right before I started singing, but I had no idea that someone actually captured the moment. Like, someone did that. It describes everything I'm feeling right now: the music strewn about her, the abandoned food bag, the snow boots, the pillowy jacket. This is actually what we are all going through right now and how we all feel. This photo is the next "Migrant Mother" or the "Kissing Sailor" photo. It needs no more description.

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2/02/2011

The Robot Blogger Beep Boop's Along the Road

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Hello comfies. Is it truly a woman's destiny to be a man's... (dot, dot, dot) "Sarah Jessica Parker." That's what she would say. Not me, though, cause I'm not her.


What is it about people saying "Hey" there's wine. "I think that life before the internet was different." And you, and your wine says "Yeah, that was times before these." I mean, what? Like, who does that? Like who actually sits there and says that? "They did that. Like, they did that."

In any event, it seems that modern technos are suitably satiating our scrumptious sunscreens. Like they say, a little reading every day keeps us all literate.

I'm torn between two worlds now of sense and non and I think that I could become a better soo chef if I tried. If only the world were a kitchen of cooks and I was the soo chef. It's like jjug a jus. I;m jug a jug the homie.

If nothing else, this has personality. The clever thing about actors is that they can "act" like they love someone and the pretending is like a real thing! You live other people's lives! Hally met Sarah time. Later dudez, stay so so so comfy. If I could share my hole in the snow with you, I would but there is just not enough wine. Enjoy the comfiness.

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2/02/2011

Snow Days: Then and Now

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I apologize for not posting in a while. The beginning of the semester hit me like Hurricane Katrina (too soon?). In any event, the storm that has dumped snow on over half of our country finally arrived in our great city of Boston and has resulted in the rare, but wonderful snow day. And this snow day has gotten me thinking: how have things changed? How is this snow day different from the ones I would ache for in elementary school? Well, there are some key similarities (sleeping in, playing in the snow) but there are also key differences...


1) Back then, I would wake up at 6 and sit in the cold TV room waiting for "Buncombe County Schools Closed" to scroll across the bottom of the screen. Now, I simply grab my Droid Incredible and see if the school has sent me an email.

2) Back then, we would get school cancelled if it was too cold or if an inch of snow hinted at the possibility of ice somewhere in the county. Now, a foot of snow is NOTHING for the powerful Boston snow plowing teams. I've trudged through what North Carolina would call a blizzard to get to class.

3) Back then, a snow day was a BIG DEAL because it meant a whole day free, now it all depends on your class schedule. If you only had one class, it isn't really that big of a deal. Also, snow days now mean you are losing money that you are paying to go to these classes, back then it was just tax funds.

4) Back then, I would celebrate snow days cause that meant I could play in the snow and make snow men, now I celebrate because I can catch up on work and do laundry.

5) Back then, I would come out of a day of fun in the snow and have hot chocolate, now I come in from the snow and have hot chocolate AND Bailey's.

6) Back then I'd go to the store and buy a sled, now I go to the store and buy wine.

7) Back then, I'd watch cartoons and Disney movies, now I watch Food Network.

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