Then there is this (it needs no explanation whatsoever):

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Let me explain why this snack food is significant in my life. For one, they are just awesome. Eating one delectable Somersault nugget is like ingesting a salted piece of heaven mixed with grains and seeds. Despite my adoration for these, me, along with my co-worker Hersha, seem to be the only people in the San Francisco Bay Area who like these. We hoard them in our office and our colleagues tease us. Taunt us. We are discriminated against for liking these “healthy” snacks. They laugh at us because we want Somersaults to be the official snack food of our school.

But alas, they never will be. They will forever remain a substitute for crack…or meth…or some other hardcore drug.

Anyways, the #1 culprit of the ridicule is our colleague Serita — but — even though she belittles us for having these stored under our desk like cans of Spam in a bomb shelter, she was nice enough to feed our habit with a variety of flavors (salt and pepper are my fave; the cocoa ones are kinda nasty). And because they are hard to come by in the immediate vicinity of our place of employment — Serita is our dealer.

When I saw the goodies on my desk, I immediately ripped the bag open and drank the contents. I guzzled it down. Like a whorebag druggie.

I am not ashamed.

1.) I have been getting ready for the first week of school.
2.) I have been procrastinating a handful of articles and blog posts that I am supposed to be doing.
3.) I have started to train for a half marathon.
4.) I am leaving for New York Fashion Week (or as others say, Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week).

But if you really want to see what’s going on in my world visit www.fashionschooldaily.com — because I am in charge of that blog. I have also been tweeting incessantly.

Thank you for your patience. I feel like I have no soul.

I like how you can add “-pocalypse” to anything and it becomes a revelatory Armageddon-like crisis. For example, remember when there were heaps of snow on the East Coast in February and they called it “Snowpocalypse”? That was kind of cool — but not as cool as the term, “douchepocalypse” which I think originated from How I Met Your Mother.

Nonetheless, I saw the term “heatpocalypse” when I was trying to check into AT&T Ballpark on Foursquare. There was a location called, “Heatpocalypse San Francisco” — which isn’t really a location, but a “state of mind.” Foursquare likes to do these general physical destination-less check-in points a lot.

This “Heatpocaplypse” is, of course, the result of the record breaking heat we were having in the Bay Area today. Seeing that I am from Texas, you would think I am used to this kind of heat. But since I have lived in the Yay Area for almost five years, my tolerance for heat has gone down immensely. When the temperature in the city gets above 80 degrees, I get worried and I break out my maxi dresses and shave my legs.

But yeah, it was HELLA-hot today. I felt greasy. And being in an office that lacks air conditioning isn’t that comfortable.

While I was walking around in the heat of the city, I was humming “Heatwave” quite loudly. In turn, it made me think about the time when Kimberley Locke performed it on the second season of American Idol and Simon said it reminded him a Burger King commercial.

Too bad that part isn’t in this video:

Yes ladies, now you can forget those lame Massengil products that regular people use and give your woo-hoo the rockstar treatment it deserves (after a good vajazzlement of course).

[Source: Style Section L.A.]

Me at the Eiffel Tower

On this day in 2009, we already went to mass at Notre Dame, ate ice cream at Berthillon, endured one portion of the Lourve, gallivanted in the Centre Pompidou, visited the Sacré Cœur, frolicked around the Eiffel Tower, snagged macarons at Laduree, gawked at clothing we couldn’t afford at Colette, binged on chocolate at Fauchon, and most importantly, we watched Silence of the Lambs in French and enjoyed a very odd school girl-meets-Mrs. Doubtfire porn-esque French film called Education Anglaise in our hotel room.

And that was all in three days.

Nonetheless, I wanted to share part of a journal entry that I wrote during those first three days:

May 17, 2009, Sunday

Everything seems to smell like butter and sugar here. And I love it.

Check out more memories of my 2009 European trip by clicking here.

But that’s beside the point.

The most important thing that came from that segment was the shot of Conan and friends in a room that had black Ikea area rugs marked with little squiggly lines on the walls. I had that same exact rug in my room during college. It’s the same exact rug that was treated to projectile vomit on my 21st birthday.

Nonetheless, I am so glad that Conan and I not only share the same birthday, but also the same taste in reasonably priced Swedish room decor.

This young gentleman’s speech was so clever, insightful and humorous that if I were guaranteed a speech like this after my completion of higher education, I would do it all over again.

OK. Not really – but it is a pretty damn good speech. Mainly because he quotes Fergie, tries to make the sign language interpreter laugh and burns Sex and the City.

I wonder all commencement speeches at Binghamton are this great.

Spotted at Dizzy Rooster on 6th Street during SXSW. It’s quite a vision, right? It’s like low budget production of Coyote Ugly.

I wonder if they have daddy issues.

me: i dont like using LOL
i can never type that out

zaid: yeah, its not convenient to type
i keep typing lolo
naturally..

me: i think LOL is just filler
it fills in space in a conversation

zaid: why not just say…ha or haha

me: ike if someone even says something REMOTELY funny ppl immediately go LOL

zaid: yeah, you’re right, some people just do use lol as an interjection
like how i use the ellipsis

me: like if i said, “wow I feel floopy today”
u would be all “LOL”

zaid: “i saw you at the park”

“lol…yeah…i was there”

me: HAHAHA
YES
see now that “HAHAHA” was real
i actually laughed

zaid: yes…

me: lol

zaid: i could feel your laughter from the HA’s

me: yea lol doesnt do it for me
and it kinda insults the conversation, you know? It’s like a conversation speedbump
almost inconsiderate

zaid: yeah…if i were to actually have LOL’d…i would literally say…..I SO LAUGHED OUT LOUD RIGHT NOW

me: YES
like LOL is a way of someone saying, “well it wasnt that funny, but i’ll humor the guy”

zaid: i think lol is a kick in the nards to us folk…it is the worst acronym to be used on the internet

me: indeed
nards