Bad Day Gone Good

So, I was feeling frustrated this morning (and by morning, I mean 11:45-ish) because I was running a little late for class. I was especially annoyed when I stepped outside, only to be greeted by my car completely encased in ice, with a light sprinkling of snow on top for good measure. Argh. So, I spent 15 minutes clomping around my poor little car-cicle, until my fingers were numb, my car mostly scraped, with a mere 5 minutes left until my class started.

When I pulled into the lot, I ran (okay, I guess it was more of a power-walk) into the building only to find my classroom deserted. Totally empty. I had been absent the previous class period, and apparently missed the memo that there was no class today. BOO.

I stomped back to my car, now conveniently and uselessly defrosted, drove to my apartment, and continued my frustrated stomping into my living room. I was inwardly grumbling when I put some leftover enchiladas into the microwave in an attempt to eat my crankies away. As I settled down on the couch to dig in, I saw this clip on "The Soup," and it honestly made my bad day turn good. I laughed so hard I cried, and I ALMOST had to spit out my half-chewed food. Bless Joel McHale's sarcastic and occasionally profane little heart.

Edit: Youtube wouldn't let me embed the clip from the soup, so here is some footage of the dog it featured:

And now for something totally original and not at all late...

My New Years Resolutions.... (It's still January, OK? don't judge me)

1. Write in my journal semi-daily, and blog weekly.

2. Go down a dress size.

3. Resist the urge to weigh myself every time I come within a 50 mile radius of a scale... and stop hanging my self esteem on the amount of force the earth's gravitational pull has on me.

4. Pay off all my credit card debt, or at least most of it.

5. Be painfully honest, especially when something/someone is bugging me.

6. Read 50 new books...and some of them will be classics

Good old Murphy's Law....

Murphy's Law: (noun) an adage in Western culture that broadly states, "if anything can go wrong, it will." It is also cited as: "If there's more than one possible outcome of a job or task, and one of those outcomes will result in disaster or an undesirable consequence, then somebody will do it that way"; "Anything that can go wrong, will," the similar "Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong," or, "Whatever can go wrong will go wrong, and at the worst possible time, in the worst possible way."

Warning: This blog is going to be full of my whiney-complaining.


I've decided that it's okay to hate Murphy's Law (since, being a 'cultural adage', it doesn't have feelings). I had to search long and hard for something to hate today, because all of the people and organizations involved in the explosion of bad luck that has settled on my lap in the past few days have been uncannily polite and kind - in a word, blameless.

So, I had to channel my frustration somewhere else- and I think that it's okay to rail and berate a proverb instead.

Tami's List Of Awesomely Epic Fail-age

1. Having my car towed from the parking lot next to the stadium (that one was my fault, actually - I didnt' know that it wasn't allowed to have your car there overnight!)

2. Not discovering that it had been towed until a week and a half after the fact, (since I was in Utah for Christmas) racking up $525 in storage fees - plus the initial $100 towing fee.

3. Since I wasn't able to pick it up until 3 days after I had gotten back into town, (the place was closed until today) I had to walk to Walmart on Saturday. I had food, but I was out of deoderant. Boo. Deo is something I refuse to go without. I can't handle being stinky. Anyways. It took about an hour, and on the way I slipped in the snow, fell on my knee, and tore a hole in my favorite jeans (the ones that magically make my tushy look small).

4. After picking up my car, turning it on in the parking lot to warm up, getting out to brush the snow off and shutting the door behind me (with my purse inside), I remembered that my doors sometimes lock themselves in the cold.

5. Yep, I was locked out of my car for 45 minutes. Outside. In the snow. Alone. No boots, no coat. In the creepy parking lot of Barney's Towing & Repair.

Okay, so that list was alot shorter than it felt like it should have been. On the brighter side....

Tami's List of Moderately Epic Win-age

1. On my way out of Walmart, my old roomie drove by and asked if I needed a ride home. WIN!

2. I was able to haggle down the towing and storage fee down from $625 to $300. Go me!

3. The towing place I picked my car up from had someone that they were able to call to jimmy the locks on my door. They were super nice, and almost apologetic that they even towed my car.

4. Mom was comforting, suppotive and calm when I told her how much it was going to cost. PS, my mom's the best.

5. I will never take my car & independence for granted again. I also discovered that I have a hard time asking for rides and help - something I need to work on.

6. School doesn't start till Wednesday, so I still have plenty of time to get books and such.

7. I was able to get home safely, and cheer myself up by looking at Failblog. EPIC WIN!

Here are some funny 'Fails' that put things in perspective for me....

"DOUBLE FAIL"


"CABLE FAIL"


"DANCE FAIL"


"SPEEDING TICKET FAIL"

my car got towed.

And I'm too angry to blog about right now.

More on that front tomorrow.

Blog Humbug?

So, I decided that I am not properly feeling the holly-jolly christmas spirit that I should be feeling this late in December. This is despite the fact that the adorable wreath I hot-glued sparkley ornaments onto (side note: my hot glue gun is in the running for being one of the best birthday presents I have ever received) is hanging proudly on my door, and I have decked out my christmas tree in jazzy, color-coordinated decorations. I am not feeling Christmas-y. At all.

I could chalk it up to being away from home for the very first time during the Christmas season, or blame it on the fact that Rexburg is all but deserted since the school break is on, or point the finger of blame on the dearth of Christmas carols on my Itunes. Whatever the cause, I am feeling very decidedly un-jolly for the first time ever this close to Christmas.

Let me explain something, though. It would be an understatement to say that my family and I are "very festive people." We enthusiastically decorate our home for every major holiday, and even color-coordinate our outfits for family pictures in proper holiday-related color schemes. So, like I said, we are very festive, and I LOVE it. I miss it.

As I was saying, I was feeling a little blue (which, by the way, is not even a Christmas color for goodness sakes) from the absence of my Christmas cheer. To remedy that, I thought that I could get in the spirit by re-reading "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens.

Bad idea. Very bad idea. In my haste to find a cure for my Scroogey mood, I forgot how creep-tacular the beginning of that book is. I also forgot how much of a scaredy-cat I am. Anyone who has watched a scary movie with me knows what I'm talking about - except, when I'm reading something scary, I can't cover my eyes like I do during the movies. I just keep going.

Reading what is essentially a spooky old ghost story, was not a good idea to do all alone on a cold, white winter's night... which, by the way, is eerily similar to the setting in the book right before -you guessed it!- good old undead Marley shows up.

Awesome.

So, I think I'll save that particular re-read for next week, when I go back to Utah to be with the fam for Christmas. Until then, I'll download and blast some of Brenda Lee's Christmas album and drink lots of eggnog, and it will have to suffice.

All I have got to say is that Marley's ghost had better not star in my nightmares tonight. Fingers crossed.

PS: Thanks a heap, Charles Dickens.

(apology NOT accepted.)

So, I saw the Twilight movie.

And I haven't blogged yet about how much I liked it! There were parts that I felt were over-cheezy, but then there were other parts and scenes that had seemed cheezy to me in the book, that the movie turned around and made totally awesome. For example - vampire baseball. In the book, I was like, "Big whoop. They run fast and bump into each other. Blablabla." However, in the movie, that scene is one of my favorites. It's so fun! Overall, I really feel that it captured the spirit of the book. There were literally times that I gasped - when we first get introduced to the Cullens in the cafeteria, or when Carlisle walks into the hospital room.

It just brought the best and most important parts of the book to life! Which is alot more than most book-to-movie adaptations can boast. I cannot wait for New Moon. Hopefully, the budget will be MUCH bigger the second time around, because my main qualms with Twilight were the uber cheap special-effects. (Note: If the werewolves end up looking like stuffed animals or Michael J. Fox in 'Teen Wolf', I will have a SERIOUS issue.) Overall, I liked it alot, and I may add to this mini-review when I see it again, because the details will be fresh. As a book-to-movie adaptation, I give it an A-, and as a movie as a whole, I give it a B+.

Also: This made me laugh. But I must warn you, it has eaqual parts hilarity & creepy-disturbingness. Not for the faint of heart, or the puppet-phobic. But still way funny!

LOLcatz 4 Lyfe, holmes.

Because you don't need a reason to put LOLcatz on your blog. Enjoi!!1! (<--intentional misspelling)

Heck freaking YES!

FACT: I love Paramore. They're so spunky.

FACT: Also, in case you didn't know, I'm uber stoked about the Twilight movie premiere.

FACT: I also have a weirdish affinity to music videos; I've always loved them. I don't know why, really. That being said....

FACT: This video is made of awesome.

TWILIGHT - Paramore Music Video