I know what you’re thinking…where did you find a Subway full of Asians? Let me just say Google Images is my best friend. Now to the real meat of this post.
Leave it to Subway to make me realize my fatal flaw. Saying no to people has never been a strength of mine, but those damn sandwich artists make me relive my shortcomings on a next to daily basis. Think I should frequent Subway less? Not happening.
So I am in line, there’s nobody in the store, and it’s coming to a slow close in the Weeks Plaza Subway (did I mention they have to compete with Moe’s?) At any rate, it’s dead. Just me and the “sandwich artist.” I have established I want a veggie six-inch; nothing too crazy, just a manageable portion. I spit my game, tell the Sammy Subway that I would like a six-inch veggie on honey oat with cheese please. The sly fox then throws me a curve ball: “Would you like to make it a footlong for two dollars more?” My first thought? “Am I breathing? Load it up, sandwich star!” Turning down a full six inches for a mere two bucks just seemed un-American, so let’s just say I was feeling very patriotic.
But then it hit me! I cannot say no to people. The two dollars just gives me an excuse to hide my fatal flaw: turning people down. It’s not like I will even sit down and polish off a full footlong- last time I checked my name was not Jared. At any rate, Subway constantly pulls this stunt, and I have seen it in many forms. Whether it’s Sammy Sandwich or Sally Sandwich, gender is not the issue. It’s Subway’s sneaky little way of praying off of chronic “yes-ers” like me masked in the very American values of bigger is better and nabbing a deal. And to think this whole time, I thought I was being a model citizen…
So next time you great Americans hit up your neighborhood Subway, think twice before you’re conned- once about this blog post, and once about Jared naked…just checking to see if you’re paying attention!
Peace, love, and 6-inchers,
So close I can smell it…
As many of you may know, I am hitting up A-dam for New Year’s. Foreign? Totally. Cultural? Questionable. Awesome? Without a doubt. Safe? I will neither deny or confirm that.
Having visited Monaco, Nice, and other froufrou Euro-destinations, I am super excited to visit Amsterdam mostly because it is not beautiful. I know that sounds weird, but I want to see the real Europe. I want to visit the nitty gritty streets, eat street grub, do the local thing. Who cares if it’s supposedly a dirty city. Not me! (We’ve got Paris & London afterward anyway!) Bring on the Euro-trash…the mesh tanks (in the winter? even better), the crazy techno moves, and the way-too-forward guys…I love Europe!
Seven Deadly Phrases (courtesy of my life)
It’s finals week, so I’m going to keep things light.
In my experience, when you hear these bad boys, you should typically run in the other direction.
- “Pic mail coming your way…”
- “We need to talk.”
- “Why am I bleeding?”
- “I got you a Snuggie for Christmas!”
- “Have I got some Guidos for you…”
- “I like Genny better than Yuengling” – not mentioning names on that one…
Like I said, starting finals this week…byebye sanity.
The art of balance
Many people say when you deny your body nutrients, you end up craving those nutrients in the forms of different foods. This happens to me all the time in life. For example, I used to paint whenever I wanted, held impromptu photo shoots, and utilized other creative outlets…and I really miss that because I haven’t done any of those things I love in a while. In response, I am now craving spontaneity, travel and Mexican food. The Mexican food is undoubtedly a response to my healthy eating kick, but the other two not so much.
Another thing: music. I respect all kinds of music, but for me, I need balance. Play too much rap/hip hop and I will whip out the Dave Matthews. On the other side, although I’d like to think there’s no such thing as Deathcab overload, push me to the edge and Grandmaster Flash may start playing…just saying.
Balance is important in every aspect of our lives and I think we tend to take it for granted sometimes. Sometimes you need that DMB kick, those pricey shoes, that last minute cardio blast, or that ballin night out- get over the fact that I just used ballin. Whatever your craving may be, I say indulge it, it’s just your own personal way of keepin’ it real.
Living on the edge
"If you’re not living on the edge, you’re taking up too much space."
For awhile this has been my favorite quote. I have no idea who said it; I saw it on a poster while traveling in Chicago and it just stuck with me. Every time I read it, it makes more sense. Some things I will never get tired, like Bloc Party or The Strokes or cheese. Enough with the cheese, in all seriousness, this must be the best quote of all time.
Literally and metaphorically, it just makes sense. Don’t argue with it…just embrace it. Make it a personal goal to never let go of the spontaneous, your passions, the spark- whatever the context may be. Never settle for the boring, mundane, the trite. Don’t be afraid to shake things up and get a little crazy.
So when I look back on my life for thirty years, it won’t matter that I was a little- okay a LOT- goofy. That I wore oftentimes ridiculous and impractical clothing. That certain things never made sense. That I listened to Bloc party or the OC soundtracks entirely too much. In 30 years, I hope I retain my love for the foreign, the world, fashion, art, writing, photography, and living on the edge.
Let me just paint a picture of yesterday’s events for you. So we had a rager on Friday-as you may have experienced-and the keg was still in our laundry room come Saturday. Being the responsible individuals we are, we decided the rank beer smell must be rid of once and for all.
So there we are, Kristina holding one side of the trashcan with the keg in it, and I awkwardly holding the other side. On the count of three we lift, and stale beer water comes gushing through a hole in the can. PERFECT. So now that our laundry room is practically flooded with old beer, we are throwing everything out in the garage. A trashbag of soaked clothing, pile of saturated towels, and drunk cockroach (that was funny) later, we are in the driveway stomping on towels to get the beer out of them. The neighbors are watching, but not big deal, we are still jumping on towels with the vigor of old Italian maids stomping grapes for wine.
We finally get the alc out of the towels, work on bailing out the laundry room, go through a lot of trees worth of paper towels, and voila! Clean laundry room.
It has been a mutual decision to not have another party until spring semester.
Hi peeps, I’ve missed you! I realize that I have been a very bad blogger, neglecting my Tumblr and you loyal 3 fans for quite some time. I will try to be more diligent in my posts for the future. Here are four of my most current thoughts:
- Jackie is totally responsible for my new addiction to Passion Pit. It’s weird because I am usually not the biggest fan of electro-music but I cannot get enough of this stuff. I guess your music taste is like your taste buds in that regard!
- I miss traveling. Staying in one place is not my style.
- Amsterdam could not come at a better time, this new years will be BOSS!
- Please check this site out. It is rockin my world. With a new sample sale everyday, who needs Christmas! http://www.giltfuse.com/sale
More posts to come! Stay fresh….xoxo
More mad style from your friends at lookbook.nu
Thanks Jackie for posting this awesome dress, just had to reblog.
Hope it doesn’t rain…..
Everybody check out lookbook.nu if you haven’t. Great inspiration on that site!
It’s not true I had nothing on, I had the radio on.