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Rich Kid Chronicles

31 Tuesday Jul 2012

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Driving back from NYC today!

Back to reality, I suppose.

Guess who has 10 chapters of a textbook and an entire paperback to read by August 27th!!!

Guess who has to pack up her entire life and move in two weeks?!?!!?

GUESS WHO DIDN’T BUDGET HER TIME SO WELL?

Seriously its as if August, in my mind, was a wasteland of perpetual weeks. Like endless weeks. Days upon days upon days of time!

But then I looked at a calendar in horror last night, as I couldn’t sleep and realized that August is not a magical month. I do not have endless time.

CRUNCH TIME FOLKS!

Everything I need to get done will get done. I’m almost  not worried.

Especially when every day is a virtual smorgasbord of excellent time wasting websites!

Here is my new favorite option for sucking the time away:

http://richkidsofinstagram.tumblr.com/ 

enjoy!

Pictures of my Brunch

30 Monday Jul 2012

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Because I know you care 😉

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This was the MOST hipster iced coffee. But I did appreciate the “DIY” aspect.

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Grits, poached eggs, and andouille sausage. It goes without saying I was a very happy girl.

If you’re in NYC and looking for an inventive brunch spot, Tipsy Parson on 9th ave is not to be missed. Kudos to Tim for the excellent recommendation :).

Gross Indecency

29 Sunday Jul 2012

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There’s been more brouhaha in the media lately regarding gay marriage and equality.

Chick-Fil-A and blah blah boycott freedom of speech blah blah hatred, blah blah religion.

If you read this blog, you know my position on the issue.

I would rather never again eat one of those delicious chicken sandwiches than support a company who actively portrays public hatred and intolerance.

I saw an endlessly brilliant play tonight called Gross Indecency; the three trials of Oscar Wilde. It chronicled the trials which culminated in his conviction for “acts of gross indecency.” Essentially because he was, whether he identified as such or not, a homosexual.

I had no idea that any of this happened. I’m not surprised, just sad. Sad that a man who was clearly talented was brought down for a senseless reason.

When I was in elementary school I went with my mother to see a production of the musical showboat. At intermission I told I mother I didn’t understand why the leading love interests couldn’t just get married already.

She explained that one of the characters was biracial and that at the time the law forbid black and white people to marry each other.

“that’s so stupid.” I thought.

The whole concept was so totally foreign and unrecognizable to me.

I can only hope that some day I’ll take my kid to see a production of Laramie Project and he will turn to me, at intermission, with bewilderment in his eyes and say to me;

“I don’t understand why they killed that boy, mom.”

I’m not having kids for at least another 10 years (someone knock on wood.) But if I knew my doing so would speed up the time frame for equality in this country, I’d have made a baby yesterday.

Worth The Drive

28 Saturday Jul 2012

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First thing I ate upon arriving in NYC

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Thanks Facebook

27 Friday Jul 2012

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So, this company was advertised to me on my facebook.

 

How an “ordinary doll becomes a baby” I have NO IDEA.

I’m also pretty terrified.

Is this not the stuff that horror movies are made of?!

Money Well Spent

26 Thursday Jul 2012

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Tonight I went to Jordan’s Furniture to buy my first couch.

Ever since I decided I’d be getting an apartment while in grad school I’ve been endlessly researching furniture. As in: how will I ever be able to afford furniture?

The first obvious choice was my long time lover/arch nemesis: craigslist.

I’ve heard many people talk about the bargains they’ve found in the past buying furniture on craigslist.

After a brief browsing I quickly realized two things:

1. The economy is bad so people are trying to sell used couches for nearly as much as they bought them. Which is not a bargain.

2. The thought of sitting on somebody else’s used couch really gives me the creepy crawlies. Any upholstered item really. I don’t even wanna know what could be living on that fabric…

So I bucked up, gave myself a 600 dollar budget and started researching.

I landed upon Jordan’s. I generally like the way their furniture looks and if I’m being honest, out of Jordan’s, Bob’s Discount Furniture, and Bernie and Phyl’s….the Jordan’s commercials annoy me the least.

It might be a petty reason but hey, you watch this commercial and tell me it doesn’t make you want to claw your brain out of your head and chuck it at the tv!

So off to Jordan’s I went. I constrained my search to the “factory outlet” section.

As far as I can tell however, the “factory outlet” furniture is the exact same as the regularly priced furniture. I thought maybe I could only buy floor models but nope, my couch will be brand spankin’ new from the warehouse. The only thing “outlet” about the furniture is that they cost roughly a third of the rest of the store.  And I guess to be fair some of them were pretty hideous.

This was my third time visiting the outlet couches.

I had finally decided to pull the trigger and as I strode into the showroom I was ready to place my order. Of course now that I was ready to spend some money the place was practically empty. I wandered around helplessly looking for a salesperson all while feeling a little self conscious.

Whenever I’m doing something I consider “adult” I feel like an impostor. When I went with Brendan to pick out an engagement ring for Val I felt so weird going into the store. Whenever I go to a liquor store I get a little rush of adrenaline. Renting a car when I had my car accident in January, the whole time I felt like they were going to say “You’re too young. You can’t even drive. Get out of here.”

Furniture shopping (somewhere other than Target, Salvation Army, or Ikea) felt similarly false and intimidating.

Finally a sales woman came click clacking over to me in her heels. She was wearing a bright, white, pantsuit with a lime green blouse. She seemed like she was in her mid to late fifties, possibly early 60’s. It was hard to tell because she had very obviously gotten a facelift.

“Can I help you get something started?” she asked, very hopefully.

“Yeah actually I wanted to place an order on a couch over there?” I said, my voice sounding so unsure.

“Aw you already did the decorating and everything huh?” she exclaimed.

“Well I’ve been here like three times, I’ve just been shopping around..” I said, feeling as though I was playing dress up.

We walked over to the couch in question. My chosen couch.

This is what it looks like:

In reality the fabric is a little bit darker than this. The color is called “Calcutta Cocoa.” Which kind of makes me unhappy. But the price was certainly right.

As we processed the order on the computer I found my courage to ask:

“When I was here last, the sales person I spoke with mentioned that because I’m picking it up on tax free weekend that I could just not pay the sales tax and wipe it off the day of?”

“Oh who did you talk to honey? I think it was me! You were in here with your boyfriend right?” she bubbled animatedly.

“Um I mean I was here recently with my roommate, who is a guy?” I said, not wanting to tell her that no, I knew it wasn’t her I had spoken to because the sales woman I had spoken to was black. But I didn’t know how to say that tactfully so instead I just laughed and said,

“Hahah yeah! I guess that must have been you!”

We put the order in and she asked me,

“Do you want the fabric protection plan?” her voice so eager and full of salesperson charm.

“Ummmmmmmmmmm” I said, stalling as I tried to figure out if it as worth it.

“It’s 35 dollars and its really money well spent! It covers the couch for 5 years! Everything from rips, tears, liquids, salad dressing, human and pet bodily fluids!”she rattled off the endless benefits, her voice getting higher and more excited with each disgusting word.

“Um, Okay yeah I might as well. I’ll do it.” I acquiesced.

“Oh good! It really is a good choice. If you’re gonna eat anywhere near the couch ya know? People think that microfiber is stain resistant but that’s not actually true. Microfiber repels liquid so most things you spill will bead up and you can wipe it away but not EVERYTHING. This protection plan comes with a great little cleaning kit too!” she bubbled. She was very excited about the protection plan.

“Yeah, five years is a long time. I’m sure we’ll use it at least once.” I said. Trying to match at least half of her enthusiasm.

“So if something happens to the couch you can call this number and they’ll tell you what to do like get a white washcloth and use some of the cleaner….its an organic cleaner by the way… but sometimes you’ll call and describe what happened and they’ll say “oh my god! don’t touch it we’ll come right over!” And then they’ll come and take care of it for you.” She went on and on.

“Wow, yeah that sounds like a good service.” I said, impatiently.

“Oh it is AMAZING! Like sometimes there’s just stains you don’t know how to fix and they’ll fix it!” She gushed.

Then she leaned in conspiratorially and said:

“Like if you get your period on the couch! They’ll say “Oh god don’t touch it we’ll be right down!”

Internet, I wish I could tell you what my face looked like. I have no idea but I know it must have been a mixture of shock and disgust. I began to understand why this woman was given the all but barren, Wednesday night at 6 pm shift.

“Ohhh my god!” I laughed. Shocked. And disgusted.

“Whelp” she clucked her tongue, “I say it cuz it happened to me once!”

I looked at her. And her pristine, white pantsuit. And immediately felt my imagination going places it shouldn’t. And felt myself ready to gag.

“Hah! Oh wow! Well I’m glad to have this protection plan then.” I choked, through gritted teeth.

We finished our transaction and as she gave me my little receipt package I felt so strange. I made my way out of the building clutching the little envelope as if to say “I bought a sofa! Don’t kick me out! I swear I paid for it!” And hustled toward the exit, before I could accidentally have any sort of bodily function on any of the furniture.

Miles to Go Before I Sleep

25 Wednesday Jul 2012

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I was laying on my usual spot. Stretched out like a rebel across the top of the radiator. I was staring at the doorframe, hoping he’d find some reason to come in here. But he didn’t.

I let out a sigh.

“Wass that all about dahlin?” he said from the corner of the room where he sat, typing on his laptop.

“Ohhhh nothingggggg” I mumbled.

He looked up at me, cocking an eyebrow, “That so?” he asked.

“What song is this?” I asked, changing the subject.

“Flamenco Sketches” he said.

“Hmm. I like this one…” I mused.

His fingers drummed the table top for a few seconds, I realized almost immediately he was drumming the horn section. A small smile crept across my lips, because of course he knew it.

He left his desk and went around the corner, returning with a big, black, paperback.

“You should read this.” He handed it over.

“That so?” I said, stealing his line.

Which made him laugh.

Which in turn made me a little proud.

I opened the book and absentmindedly turned the pages, my brain not registering a single word. I snuck furtive looks at the door.

“Why don’t you just ask him out, Sarah?” he said mockingly, but under his breath.

I whipped my head around to look at him. My eyes blazing.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I huffed.

“Awlrighty missy miss.” He said.

And he winked.

Secretly I was happy. Because it made me feel like he was on my side, in my corner.

He started crunching Cool Ranch Doritos. His hands absentmindedly patting his stomach. The action registered and he groaned,

“Ughh I gotta start eating better!”

I sat up and laughed at him, rolling my eyes and letting the heels of my swinging pink puma sneakers make a beat on the metal radiator cover.

He made a face at me. I made one back. He made a weirder face. I stuck out my tongue.

We laughed and then we were quiet again. Listening to the mournful piano.

“I guess I should go get a good seat” I sighed

” Nahh come on, you still have twenty minutes!”  He reasoned.

I walked over to his desk and stole a chip. I ate it like a baby bird. Tiny bites.

I could hear my friends trickling into the hall.

I belong here with him. I thought to myself.

No you don’t.  I thought almost immediately after.

I walked into the hall, turning before I went.

“See you in there.” I called.

He saluted me as I went on my way.

 

 

I miss him.

That Person you Heard Cackling Last Night at 3 am?

24 Tuesday Jul 2012

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It was me.

Duvet Oy Vey

23 Monday Jul 2012

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Because I have a big move, homework for grad school, and preparation for a new job looming I’ve chosen to instead focus my energy on decorating my bedroom to be at the apartment where dreams are made.

I’m torn.

I have the option to paint the walls in my bedroom and immediately I wanted to paint them this color which is in my existing bedroom:

 

I conjured up an image of dreamy all white bed linens and lace curtains.

But then I started really thinking about the work that would go into painting the room, not to mention buying the paint. Considering I’m not sure I’ll live in this bedroom beyond a year I think I’m leaning toward decorating option number two:

A new visually interesting duvet cover!

I have a well documented obsession with duvets and bed linens in general. I love them so much I’m having a very hard time settling on the best choice.

This is where you come in internet! I’m asking for your opinions!

Things to keep in mind:

1. My bed frame and nightstand are both white.

2. I want my room to look a combo of peaceful and girly but NOT juvenile.

The Contenders:

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I’m obsessed with the texture of this one.

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A variation on the ruffle theme.. a little more subtle

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This one screams old Hollywood glam to me however I would want to buy it in the dusty lavender color below:

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What can I say? I have a thing for Paisley!

 

 

Let Me Teach You All the Sounds of Love

22 Sunday Jul 2012

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