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Tuesday, April 16, 2013
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Saturday, April 13, 2013
Underrated parts of being single
Oh sweet lord I am addicted to buzzfeed. Not sorry. So they have this list of the 24 most underrated parts of being single, which you can/should/will read here. Here are my additions:
25. You don't have to shave if you don't want to
26. You save a lot of money/hassle/headaches during the holidays because that's one less person you need to buy gifts for
27. You do what you want, when you want, with who you want
28. No compromises on what movies/tv shows you are going to watch
29. You get the remote all to your self
30. You don't have to share your food (that pint of Ben & Jerrys? all mine!)
31. (to expand upon the not having to share the covers) Being able to sleep in the middle of the bed, or diagonal
32. Not having to act like you like their friends or siblings
33. No awkward meet the parents interactions
34. You can talk to anyone you want to
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25. You don't have to shave if you don't want to
26. You save a lot of money/hassle/headaches during the holidays because that's one less person you need to buy gifts for
27. You do what you want, when you want, with who you want
28. No compromises on what movies/tv shows you are going to watch
29. You get the remote all to your self
30. You don't have to share your food (that pint of Ben & Jerrys? all mine!)
31. (to expand upon the not having to share the covers) Being able to sleep in the middle of the bed, or diagonal
32. Not having to act like you like their friends or siblings
33. No awkward meet the parents interactions
34. You can talk to anyone you want to
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Mean Girls Lives On?
Who knew that mean girls still existed? Don't get me wrong, there are a lot of people out there who totally suck, but apparently the catty, pettiness of it all doesn't end with high school. I was reminded of this fact over the weekend.
Picture this: I'm being all nice and mingly at the giant Emory grad school mixer over the weekend. I happen to be talking to several fellows in the business school (one of whom is this beautiful Cypriot man who is so gorgeous I have trouble making eye contact with him) and we all seem to hit it off, so when it's time to leave beautiful Cypriot man asks for my number (yes I died a little) in case we decide to go to this bar they plan to hit up. Of course we do, but as soon as I get there, while hottie pottati is getting me a drink, this chick sidles up to me and starts warning me about "those business school guys."
Mind you, I have never seen nor spoken to this girl before tonight; though apparently she also is a first year public health student. Biddy proceeds to tell me how business school guys are really nice but be careful, they are players who will screw you over. I play along, nodding my head, looking appropriately serious/concerned, and even throw in the ole "thanks for warning me, I will definitely keep that in mind." But all the while I'm thinking "who the hell are you to be telling me this?!" Gut feeling tells me that she isn't doing this out of the concern of her heart, no no no, I think this chick is feeling threatened by little ole me (as well she should be, I'm quite the charmer). But seriously, who does that?! Starts warning a complete stranger about the player status of some guys; girlfrien, you don't know me. I would never deliberately flirt with someone's boyfriend or "steal" the attention from a guy someone was interested in, but I knew these guys were single. Are single? Will mingle!
I was rather taken aback by the whole situation (I will also mull over any nugget of drama in my essentially bland academic life). Basically I was transported back to high school (or maybe middle school) this weekend, all sparked by the pettiness of some jealous chick. Amazing. So there you go, a little grad school drama for your week!
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Picture this: I'm being all nice and mingly at the giant Emory grad school mixer over the weekend. I happen to be talking to several fellows in the business school (one of whom is this beautiful Cypriot man who is so gorgeous I have trouble making eye contact with him) and we all seem to hit it off, so when it's time to leave beautiful Cypriot man asks for my number (yes I died a little) in case we decide to go to this bar they plan to hit up. Of course we do, but as soon as I get there, while hottie pottati is getting me a drink, this chick sidles up to me and starts warning me about "those business school guys."
Mind you, I have never seen nor spoken to this girl before tonight; though apparently she also is a first year public health student. Biddy proceeds to tell me how business school guys are really nice but be careful, they are players who will screw you over. I play along, nodding my head, looking appropriately serious/concerned, and even throw in the ole "thanks for warning me, I will definitely keep that in mind." But all the while I'm thinking "who the hell are you to be telling me this?!" Gut feeling tells me that she isn't doing this out of the concern of her heart, no no no, I think this chick is feeling threatened by little ole me (as well she should be, I'm quite the charmer). But seriously, who does that?! Starts warning a complete stranger about the player status of some guys; girlfrien, you don't know me. I would never deliberately flirt with someone's boyfriend or "steal" the attention from a guy someone was interested in, but I knew these guys were single. Are single? Will mingle!
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I was rather taken aback by the whole situation (I will also mull over any nugget of drama in my essentially bland academic life). Basically I was transported back to high school (or maybe middle school) this weekend, all sparked by the pettiness of some jealous chick. Amazing. So there you go, a little grad school drama for your week!
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Thursday, April 4, 2013
Take it easy
Ironically this comes on the heels of my post about all the awesome jobs and things I've been up to. But I will be the first to admit to you that I've probably bitten off way more than I can chew. It's a 1 month sprint to summer so I can make it, but the days are long and free time is a thing of the past. That being said, I did cave today and emailed my unpaid gig to say I wasn't coming in so that I could take a nap (I did keep the whole, I'm going to nap part to myself).
When you are so tired that you just want to cry...well that's no good at all so it was time for a mini personal day. I do feel semi-bad, but the thing to remember (that we all should remember) is that even if you are busy, you need to take care of #1 (aka you!) first and foremost. Take those breaks a little at a time otherwise you are headed down the one way street to breakdownville, and ain't nobody got time for an emotional crumbling these days.
Interestingly enough, I've heard this is why the public health school here throws us keggers once a month. Based on a legit public health needs assessment they had found that public health masters students work the hardest out of all the grad students; compared to our law and even med school peers, we party the least and are generally more concerned about others than we are ourselves. So in order to get us to loosen up a bit and not have emotional/physical breakdowns from all the stress, they throw us these keggers as a way to get us to be social and blow off some steam with our peers. Blow off steam I will, as Emory is having a school-wide beer and wine fest at the local park tomorrow. Mingling, men (!!!-- I'm sorry but I feel like I essentially go to an all girls school and am dying), and... it'd be cool if I could say martinis or mojitos just to keep with the m thing I had going on but it's just beer and wine. Good enough for me! I'm just going to try and not think about the fact that I have to be up at 8:30 am the next morning....
When you are so tired that you just want to cry...well that's no good at all so it was time for a mini personal day. I do feel semi-bad, but the thing to remember (that we all should remember) is that even if you are busy, you need to take care of #1 (aka you!) first and foremost. Take those breaks a little at a time otherwise you are headed down the one way street to breakdownville, and ain't nobody got time for an emotional crumbling these days.
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Friday, March 29, 2013
Balancing Act...Or Why I Suck At Posting Anything Anymore
When it rains it pours. That's my life story. Last semester I was so sad and distressed about not having a job (I did indeed even go so far as to fill out an application for Yogli Mogli, a frozen yogurt shop) and then all of a sudden *BOOM* not one, not two, but three jobs/internships had fallen into my lap. And like a squirrel hoards nuts, I took them all.
So here's what I've been up to:
1). Data management at CDC's Division of Reproductive Health: this one's unpaid and was the first of the 3 to come along. A friend of my dad's friend found me this position punching in hospital data into a spreadsheet to be used for a health report. It's about 6 hrs a week, super flexible, and I even get my own desk/computer/laminated name card outside of the office. Dream big. It's maybe not my passion, but I appreciate the chance to make connections and explore different divisions at the CDC
2). Library grad supervisor extraordinare: my friend B and I work from 11 am to 8 pm every Saturday checking out books, overseeing wee undergrads and essentially being bosses with our double computer screens. It's a long day indeed and my Saturdays are essentially shot, but lets face it, I never did anything on Saturdays anyway (if I got dressed it was a miracle) and now I make a huge chunk of change and do all my work for the week.
and lastly, my pride, my joy, and my newfound love
3). Communication intern at CDC's Division of Global Disease Detection and Emergency Response: yes it's a mouthful, but I think I have found my calling. What better thing for me to be doing than playing around with words, making pamphlets, interviewing people, and writing blog posts all in the name of global health?! Nothing I tell you!
And so even though I have no idea what free time is anymore, don't remember what it's like to not wake up without an alarm, and haven't taken a nap in who knows how long, I'm networking and making the cash moneys like nobody's business. Sleep is for the weak! ...Is it summer yet?
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1). Data management at CDC's Division of Reproductive Health: this one's unpaid and was the first of the 3 to come along. A friend of my dad's friend found me this position punching in hospital data into a spreadsheet to be used for a health report. It's about 6 hrs a week, super flexible, and I even get my own desk/computer/laminated name card outside of the office. Dream big. It's maybe not my passion, but I appreciate the chance to make connections and explore different divisions at the CDC
2). Library grad supervisor extraordinare: my friend B and I work from 11 am to 8 pm every Saturday checking out books, overseeing wee undergrads and essentially being bosses with our double computer screens. It's a long day indeed and my Saturdays are essentially shot, but lets face it, I never did anything on Saturdays anyway (if I got dressed it was a miracle) and now I make a huge chunk of change and do all my work for the week.
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and lastly, my pride, my joy, and my newfound love
3). Communication intern at CDC's Division of Global Disease Detection and Emergency Response: yes it's a mouthful, but I think I have found my calling. What better thing for me to be doing than playing around with words, making pamphlets, interviewing people, and writing blog posts all in the name of global health?! Nothing I tell you!
And so even though I have no idea what free time is anymore, don't remember what it's like to not wake up without an alarm, and haven't taken a nap in who knows how long, I'm networking and making the cash moneys like nobody's business. Sleep is for the weak! ...Is it summer yet?
Saturday, March 16, 2013
You know you're growing up when...
1. You start buying friends wedding magazines to celebrate their impending nuptials
2. You have to worry about repaying student loans (or you just have student loans)
3. Time starts to = money
4. The number of work clothes in your closet starts taking up more space than the number of party dresses
5. You get excited about an apartment that comes with an in-unit washer and dryer
6. Dinner and drinks becomes more about the food and less about the drinks
7. You spend more time obsessing over decorating your apartment than you do about clothes
8. Quality becomes more important than quantity (in friends, relationships, everything)
9. An ideal weekend involves you, your bed, and Netflix
10. You find yourself discussing the merits of having a high quality vacuum (this just happened and it really scared me)
11. You start celebrating the anniversary of your 21st birthday
12. You come home from work too tired to make dinner
13. The antics of the younger generation start to scare you/make you concerned for society
14. And finally...
2. You have to worry about repaying student loans (or you just have student loans)
3. Time starts to = money
4. The number of work clothes in your closet starts taking up more space than the number of party dresses
5. You get excited about an apartment that comes with an in-unit washer and dryer
6. Dinner and drinks becomes more about the food and less about the drinks
7. You spend more time obsessing over decorating your apartment than you do about clothes
8. Quality becomes more important than quantity (in friends, relationships, everything)
9. An ideal weekend involves you, your bed, and Netflix
10. You find yourself discussing the merits of having a high quality vacuum (this just happened and it really scared me)
11. You start celebrating the anniversary of your 21st birthday
12. You come home from work too tired to make dinner
13. The antics of the younger generation start to scare you/make you concerned for society
14. And finally...
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Friday, March 8, 2013
Multi-tasker Extraordinare
Before you roll your eyes at me and get all freaked out and think I'm getting all psychadelic and new-agey on you, just hear me out. Buddhists and the rad man the Dalai Lama are all for doing a task and concentrating soley on that single task; this is how we live in the now. Why live in the now, you ask? Because the past is the past (and often a source of depression) and the future is the future (a common cause of anxiety for many); since you can't change the past and there's no point in worrying about a future that hasn't happened yet the best thing is to live fully in the now. This is where we find peace.
I'm a big proponent of this idea. I noticed it this summer when I was busy waiting tables; with the restaurant packed and all of my tables full, all I could concentrate on were the tasks at hand. Let me tell you, I don't think I've ever been so present in my life as I was when I was waiting tables. Nowadays, I've got a lot of shit going on. We all do. And I've gotten really good at multitasking, especially in class (I've adopted the idea, well if I'm not going to learn anything useful in this class, I might as well make the most of my time here and get something done) and it's definitely helped to ease some of the workload I've felt saddled with these past couple of weeks. But it also makes me stop and wonder: this can't be good for my psyche. I've felt this building up for some time now, all the stress and anxiety that I've been feeling over impending assignments and deadlines, but just last night I realized I couldn't go on feeling so frazzled and stressed. I'm going to have a breakdown if I continue working and worrying myself as I am (and lets face it, breakdowns don't help anyone, ain't nobody got time fo that!).
Just gotta take it one day at a time (and maybe study/work on assignments a few days in advance just so you don't screw yourself over). I figure, this can't last forever; grad school is my great spring to the finish line of life! If you are interested in finding out more, I'd highly recommend The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle. It's a great read that talks about the benefits and necessity of living in the now. Plus, every day's a gift (that's why we call it the present!) so why wouldn't you want to fully live it?!
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I'm a big proponent of this idea. I noticed it this summer when I was busy waiting tables; with the restaurant packed and all of my tables full, all I could concentrate on were the tasks at hand. Let me tell you, I don't think I've ever been so present in my life as I was when I was waiting tables. Nowadays, I've got a lot of shit going on. We all do. And I've gotten really good at multitasking, especially in class (I've adopted the idea, well if I'm not going to learn anything useful in this class, I might as well make the most of my time here and get something done) and it's definitely helped to ease some of the workload I've felt saddled with these past couple of weeks. But it also makes me stop and wonder: this can't be good for my psyche. I've felt this building up for some time now, all the stress and anxiety that I've been feeling over impending assignments and deadlines, but just last night I realized I couldn't go on feeling so frazzled and stressed. I'm going to have a breakdown if I continue working and worrying myself as I am (and lets face it, breakdowns don't help anyone, ain't nobody got time fo that!).
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Just gotta take it one day at a time (and maybe study/work on assignments a few days in advance just so you don't screw yourself over). I figure, this can't last forever; grad school is my great spring to the finish line of life! If you are interested in finding out more, I'd highly recommend The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle. It's a great read that talks about the benefits and necessity of living in the now. Plus, every day's a gift (that's why we call it the present!) so why wouldn't you want to fully live it?!
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