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oreos. stat.
It just occurred to me that I haven’t had an Oreo in two days.
So what. So what?! How did I go so long without realizing that I hadn’t indulged in one of my favorite things? How have I slept at night? How did my chocolately friends not crawl out of their box in the cupboard and drag themselves to me at 2 am as I pathetically watched Gary Busey scatter pepperonis throughout the streets of New York City before Donald Trump decided to kick David Cassidy off of Celeb Apprentice? Where was my mind?
Maybe I haven’t needed them, because I feel calm and collected. The Oreo remedy, practiced by the stressed and the hungry, the bored, the young and old, cookie crumb collectors and connoisseurs alike — eaten and enjoyed, no one dislikes an Oreo. They’re God’s gift to every kind, their greatness paralleled only by Oprah, the Slap-Chop, and toilet paper…and perhaps, Gary Busey, tossing pepperonis along sidewalks and crosswalks in proclamation, “I’m the pepperoni prophet!”
So now I’m sitting here with a sleeve of Oreos, a jar of peanut butter and a gallon of milk. I have some catching up to do.
walk & talk
I found this video via a twitter friend of mine. It’s so short and sweet, as it concluded I realized I’d been smiling the entire way through it.
Please enjoy!
Walk and Talk from Disselkøen and Knoll on Vimeo.
dogs. lasers. snows. shoppings. schoolstuffs.
That’s pretty much the “excitement.” The coolest thing about this week (and next) is that I don’t have a single “final” — the beauty of being a design major. The most uncool thing about this week is I have to turn in my design portfolio at the end of it (which is the equivalent of five finals. Come to think of it, maybe I’m not winning in the “finals” game?
xx
j
closing the gap
vicariously wednesday: the nessie edition
ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS IN THE WORLD has certainly earned the title, “One of my best friends in the world.” She’s been all over this great planet just living life as she pleases. Several years ago she studied in Spain, then Prague, and everywhere between. Now graduated, she’s living life not on the road or at her parents’ (however, there’s nothing wrong with either), but in NEW ZEALAND.
Her name? Vanessa Watson, a.k.a. “Nessie” a.k.a. “Wanderlust Nessie.” She is basically my travel idol (right up there with Rick Steves.) Nessie is FEARLESS. She graduated college this past December, lived with her parents for a while and worked — three to five jobs — along the way, managing to save enough money to —RANDOMLY — buy a plane ticket to New Zealand.
To my knowledge, Nessie didn’t know a soul in New Zealand. My guess is that she went there on the premise of a) FINE WEATHER 2) tan men and III) her ability to get a job. Nessie did her homework (as she is not only beautiful but also smarter than your average former Victoria’s Secret saleswoman) and learned that it is REALLY EASY to get a worker’s permit in New Zealand. You basically apply for one, wait a few weeks for the good folk of Down Under to ensure you have a pulse, and WHAM! You are as good as qualified to serve the good island folk of the South Pacific! Now she’s living and working the good life!
Due to my strong avoidance of Facebook, I’ve been playing a pretty game of “Where in the World Is Nessie?” these past few months to keep up with her. Luckily I learned she has a blog, which, after two stagnant months, she finally posted the other day to let everyone know that she is HAVING THE TIME OF HER LIFE. (YES, I’M SHOUTING.)
As I was banging my head against a computer screen yesterday, I decided to check up on Nessie’s blog to see what she was up to. This is what I found:
“You may have noticed it has been months since my last blog post. Some would say my lack of TLC for Wanderlust Nessie is pure laziness and neglect. I would like to set the record straight that I have just been having too damn good of a time hiking, camping, bungy jumping, dancing, sitting on the beach, star gazing and enjoying New Zealand to sit indoors on a computer. Fret not, I am rededicating myself to the cause starting soon.
Peace & Love,
Nessie

















