yep.

says @malteal: we are magnets for gorgeous, unsatisfied, depressed boys. also: a likely correlation to our lack of boyfriends

FOR REAL. I have so many hot guy friends who are inexplicably single and depressed. it’s strange.

If the world ends on Saturday …

… what will you regret?

I’ll probably regret NOT kissing a few boys i should have kissed … but i won’t regret kissing the ones I did.

Which makes me think if the world doesn’t end, I should probably kiss some boys. Just a thought.

What about you?

Cleaning my bedroom…

Cleaning my bedroom is very important for me. My bedroom often looks like it was hit by a tornado. I often joke that a messy bedroom is the best form of free birth control available. It’s self-defeating, definitely, but works. I’m not seeing anyone right now but for some reason have an overwhelming urge to make my bedroom presentable. Is this my subconscious telling me something?

One of the really bad things you can do to your writing is to dress up the vocabulary, looking for long words because you’re maybe a little bit ashamed of your short ones.

STEPHEN KING (via theperksofalipglossgirl)

Five attractive men, no dates

This past weekend I spent time with five of the most attractive men I know (separately. none of them know each other, which blows my mind)

Highlights:

  • Saw “Hanna” with The Editor (a former mentor). Not only was the movie great, but I was reminded how much I enjoy his company. It’s nice to have a friend with whom I can speak about the industry.
  • The Italian, unfortunately, did not seem to have as good a time Saturday night as I would have liked. I’ve known him since high school and every time i hug him I think of how young he still looks. He’ll always look like a high school freshman to me.
  • The RockStar (a blue-eyed musician from Chicago) asked to take my photo Friday and i told him absolutely not. I hate the way i look in photos and I didn’t want him to flip through his phone this week and see an unflattering picture of me. Especially considering how remarkably photogenic he is.
  • The Senator came to my house post-bar Saturday night. After he left at 3:30 in the morning he texted me basically asking if i’d ever want to “hook up.” I reject that notion on the grounds that I avoid romantic entanglements with my friends. The suggestion really came out of nowhere and I don’t know if he’s going to be normal next time I see him.
  • CandyCane (yep, that’s his code name) met me for the third weekend in a row for brunch. We only recently became friends and I am touched that he’s been a consistent Sunday fixture the past few weeks. When I texted him to tell him I was there, he responded that he was hungover and asleep on his beach. I assumed he would stay there; instead he said “be there in 20” and actually showed up.

All these attractive men, and i can’t seem to gather the strength to pursue any sort of relationship with anyone other than my cats, my roommate and my already established circle of friends.

Stephen King on the Creative Process, the State of Fiction, and More

Stephen King on the Creative Process, the State of Fiction, and More

The scariest moment is always just before you start. After that, things can only get better.

Stephen King (via bstaszie)

tell me if you understand …

I have a ton of weddings and events to attend starting next month.

To begin preparing, i started white-stripping my teeth, redyed my hair and went on a pseudo-diet. (Salads or Smart Ones frozen meals for lunch, YerbaMate tea, yogurt and fruit for breakfast and sensible dinners, if i have dinner at all. sometimes i’m not hungry)

I am also forcing myself to wash my face before i go to bed, put overnight leave-in conditioner in my hair, apply bronzing lotion to my legs right after i get out of the shower and apply some hardcore Burt’s Bees foot balm to my feet. EVERY DAY.

I’ve already been painting my nails on the regular (i’m into nude/blush/peach colors for spring, which is great because it’s less noticeable when they chip).

I bet many of you already do all of this stuff on the regular, but for real:

BEING A GIRL IS HARD.

The Wind Through the Keyhole

sane-insanity:

Dear Constant Readers,

At some point, while worrying over the copyedited manuscript of the next book (11/22/63, out November 8th), I started thinking—and dreaming—about Mid-World again. The major story of Roland and his ka-tet was told, but I realized there was at least one hole in the narrative progression: what happened to Roland, Jake, Eddie, Susannah, and Oy between the time they leave the Emerald City (the end of Wizard and Glass) and the time we pick them up again, on the outskirts of Calla Bryn Sturgis (the beginning of Wolves of the Calla)?

There was a storm, I decided. One of sudden and vicious intensity. The kind to which billy-bumblers like Oy are particularly susceptible. Little by little, a story began to take shape. I saw a line of riders, one of them Roland’s old mate, Jamie DeCurry, emerging from clouds of alkali dust thrown by a high wind. I saw a severed head on a fencepost. I saw a swamp full of dangers and terrors. I saw just enough to want to see the rest. Long story short, I went back to visit an-tet with my friends for awhile. The result is a novel called The Wind Through the Keyhole. It’s finished, and I expect it will be published next year.

It won’t tell you much that’s new about Roland and his friends, but there’s a lot none of us knew about Mid-World, both past and present. The novel is shorter than DT 2-7, but quite a bit longer than the first volume—call this one DT-4.5. It’s not going to change anybody’s life, but God, I had fun.

— Steve King

The Wrecking Ball.: Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books…

There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.

Jane Austen (Northanger Abbey)

And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened.

Douglas Coupland, Life After God (via poeticheartache)

#reverb10: What makes you different?

Dec. 8: Beautifully different. Think about what makes you different and what you do that lights people up. Reflect on all the things that make you different – you’ll find they’re what make you beautiful.

i’m just going to make a list here:

i hate olives

i dye my hair every three months

i switch beer often (currently, smithwick’s)

i play Settler of Catan. Sometimes I win. 

i wear hoodies, jeans and boots almost every time i go out with my friends

i always wear my claddagh ring

i can eat the same thing every day for weeks. some of my current obsessions: white castle frozen cheeseburgers, bacon, egg and cheese sanwiches, chobani greek yogurt, amy’s organic frozen meals (indian)

it takes a lot for me to lose my temper. but when i do, it’s weird. i get strangely articulate and specific. 

i am a geek and love phones and mobile technology

i can’t wear high heels for very long

i was in a car accident and had knee surgery. it sucked and i cried. i have a scar on my knee and a fear of Dodge Durangos

i like grey nail polish, red lipstick, blue jeans and green eyes

i will dance at 3 am if you give me the right song

i almost always have a hairtie around my wrist, but i rarely put my hair up

i hate buying underwear and socks

sometimes i think i’ll be single forever because now i’m accustomed to my freedom and i can’t imagine compromising my time. i also just can’t imagine liking someone ‘enough’ to validate them. 

i think there’s too many people who think their opinions matter more than others.

i like being in charge and doing special projects and “shiny pennies”

i have friends who do amazing things, like hang christmas lights all over my house while i’m at work. i think having great people in your life means you have something to offer, somehow, because it means that, for some reason, these people love you. 

(i came home last night to find my house decorated. my friends are awesome)


#reverb10: Let Go: What (or whom) did you let go of this year? Why?

   Dec. 5 Prompt:Let Go. What (or whom) did you let go of this year? Why?

Ouch, this one is hard. The first response I have to this, well … I have  knee-jerk reaction to this question because I’d LIKE to say I let go of someone with whom I realized I could never have a casual friendship. I’d LIKE to say I finally realized I needed to cut this person out of my life. 

Easier said than done, unfortunately. I know, in time, our relationship will probably resume and will eventually break down, again. It’s sad, because I wish we could be on the same page. Unfortunately, this person wants more than I can give.

… otherwise:

I gave up Starbucks, because it’s a waste of money AND fattening. 

There’s a few other people this year that I let go of, for good. This doesn’t mean I don’t care about them; what it means is that I finally stopped hoping for something that was never going to happen. It’s liberating, really, to ultimately choose to walk away from something that’s one-sided. 

Now that I think about it, that last statement applies to everything I mentioned. Go figure. 

#reverb10: How did you cultivate a sense of wonder in your life this year?

Reverb 10

Dec. 4: How did you cultivate a sense of wonder in your life this year?

Music. i went to more shows/concerts this year than ever before, i spent more time listening to grooveshark and borrowing cds and changing the radio station in the car to hear something new (ish). 

i spent more time with musicians, too. i talked about music and i sang in the shower and i stared at fiddle players in bluegrass bands. i gyrated on picnic tables and dragged boys onto the dance floor and constantly tapped my foot to the beat. 

i asked questions and gave tips to our music blogger and spent hours talking to bar owners about music and venues and musicians while drinking dark beer and taking 20-minute-long cigarette breaks. 

i let musical strangers stay in my house and sleep in my bed and sit on my couch playing Mario 3 on wii until 4 in the morning. 

 i sat on my porch and talked about halloween and relationships with singers with unruly hair. 

i hooted and hollered and yelled for my friends and for acquaintances and for people who stumbled over lyrics or pulled an amp cord out of the socket. 

i listened to horror punk and heavy rock and gangster rap and i loved every minute of it. 

#reverb10: one moment i felt most alive

Dec 3 Prompt: Moment. Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year.   Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors).

it was one of the last warm days of the summer, or it was already autumn, officially. i had been holed up in my house all day reading and doing laundry and chasing my cats around with flea medicine in an outstretched hand.

mallory came home from work and we jumped in the car, and then we were due to meet our friends at plaza azteca for our normal sunday dinner. we drive down the street with the windows down, and i say “let’s go to the beach.” 

i never go to the beach. i grew up three blocks from the beach. i see no need to visit the beach … i don’t like bathing suits, i don’t care for sand stuck in crevices, i hate the unyielding sun hammering down on me, reddening my nose and prickling my skin.

but  there was a cool breeze. it was sunny and warm and the sky was almost completely clear. we pick up our friend jon and drive to buckroe and park the car. we walk through the crabgrass and comment on the weather and  i think to myself “this is lovely.”

we take off our shoes and saunter to the water. jon, with his jeans rolled up to his knees, wades in and starts smoking a cigarette, staring straight ahead at the fishing boats in the distance. the water’s freezing my toes and reminds me that although i’m in jeans and short sleeves now, it won’t be long before i need layers upon layers of cotton and denim to keep me warm. 

i look to my  to my right and the memories descend all at once …

i walk the boardwalk gossiping with my friends and hide my burning cigarette from the cops,

idly pluck a guitar while sitting on the huge brick stage in front of the boardwalk,

walk in the snow around the small lighthouse,

lay on the sand under the piers to get relief from the sun,

feel broken shells under my feet as i ventur further and further away from my discarded towel, sunscreen, beeper, wallet,

burst into tears in the bathroom after an 8th grader yells at me in front of everyone for ‘stealing’ her friend’s boyfriend

call my mom on a payphone and ask her to pick me up after i hear things about my father i don’t want to believe…

i don’t launch into the stories. mallory has heard them all before and jon won’t be that interested to hear my tales of burning bushes and beat-up bikes. 

we get in the car and drive to the restaurant and tell our friends we went to the beach. life goes on.

#reverb10: What do you do each day that doesn’t contribute to your writing, and can you eliminate it?

Reverb 10

Dec. 2:

What do you do each day that doesn’t count toward your writing, and can you eliminate it?

Television. I watch so much television, it’s ridiculous. My DVR is stuffed with my weekly fare (How I Met Your Mother, House, Gossip Girl, Grey’s Anatomy, about 10 other shows), the daily shows (Jeopardy, reruns of Buffy or Ugly Betty), movies, shows and specials.

I already canceled HBO and I plan to reduce my TV watching habits next year: I’m going to try to not pick up any news shows and slowly wean myself off of others. That’s doable, right?

soupsoup:

Gawker is a blog just like Twitter

Interestingly, this sort of seems like blogs have finally adopted elements of web applications as part of their fundamental design. Many have noted how the new Twitter on the web seems influenced by Twitter on the iPad (though the order of the two platforms’ release may not have been the order of their creation), but in chatting today Nick Denton mentioned that there has seemed to be a sort of convergent evolution around these ideas between Twitter’s work, Gawker’s redesign, and other apps as well. Nick specifically mentioned the Mail app on the iPad, and added, “When we saw Reeder on iPad, we thought: oh, wow, same thinking”.

#reverb10: reflect this year & manifest what’s next

Reverb 10

Today’s prompt: 

December 1 One Word.
Encapsulate the year 2010 in one word. Explain why you’re choosing that word. Now, imagine it’s one year from today, what would you like the word to be that captures 2011 for you?
(Author: Gwen Bell)

One word?

Babies. I know like, 30 pregnant women. It’s crazy.

Next year? Love. I’d like “love” to be the word for 2011. 

I’m answering questions in a live chat all day

I’m answering questions in a live chat all day