It speaks for itself. Sizing up all of the fish that life gives me to fry. Both big and small.

  1. Yup. Whoever made this chart, which I came across while wasting time on StumbleUpon (Some might say I “stumbled upon it”) definitely had it right. Personally, I embody “that girl”. The girl that goes from failed relationship to failed relationship, never blaming anyone else for the relationship falls apart (cue the girlfriends consistently repeating “he’s a jerk and he’d be lucky to have you”). And with each struggle, and a steady diet of Taylor Swift songs and endless feta bread of chips and queso function to ease the pain (but make you fat, ultimately making the pain worse), you eventually get over it, and you finally are at a point when you can move forward in your life. But I think there is one roadblock that we, as a female population struggle to get past, and its the undying fantasy that is typified by the Romantic comedy. Secretly we’re all waiting for that ultra sexy nice-guy-hidden-under-a-jerky-exterior (see 27 Dresses/10 Things I Hate About You/The Ugly Truth) to come along and sweep us off of our feet. Or the guy with the sultry accent that you come across in front of the Eiffel Tower or amidst tossing a coin into the Trevi Fountain. And these are fantasies that have been engrained in us ever since we were little girls (I mean, did anybody watch those damn Mary-Kate and Ashley Movies?). But that’s the thing isn’t it, those fantasies are just that—fantasies, and they leave us with seriously unrealistic expectations for the real world. Its okay to expect the standard chivalry, but all of these secret desires will leave any potential real suitors behind in the dust as you continue to settle for nothing less than your wildest fantasy. I’m not saying lower your expectations, or your standards… because we all deserve the best. But how about, from now on, we all, myself included, just try to keep it real. 

    Yup. Whoever made this chart, which I came across while wasting time on StumbleUpon (Some might say I “stumbled upon it”) definitely had it right. Personally, I embody “that girl”. The girl that goes from failed relationship to failed relationship, never blaming anyone else for the relationship falls apart (cue the girlfriends consistently repeating “he’s a jerk and he’d be lucky to have you”). And with each struggle, and a steady diet of Taylor Swift songs and endless feta bread of chips and queso function to ease the pain (but make you fat, ultimately making the pain worse), you eventually get over it, and you finally are at a point when you can move forward in your life. But I think there is one roadblock that we, as a female population struggle to get past, and its the undying fantasy that is typified by the Romantic comedy. Secretly we’re all waiting for that ultra sexy nice-guy-hidden-under-a-jerky-exterior (see 27 Dresses/10 Things I Hate About You/The Ugly Truth) to come along and sweep us off of our feet. Or the guy with the sultry accent that you come across in front of the Eiffel Tower or amidst tossing a coin into the Trevi Fountain. And these are fantasies that have been engrained in us ever since we were little girls (I mean, did anybody watch those damn Mary-Kate and Ashley Movies?). But that’s the thing isn’t it, those fantasies are just that—fantasies, and they leave us with seriously unrealistic expectations for the real world. Its okay to expect the standard chivalry, but all of these secret desires will leave any potential real suitors behind in the dust as you continue to settle for nothing less than your wildest fantasy. I’m not saying lower your expectations, or your standards… because we all deserve the best. But how about, from now on, we all, myself included, just try to keep it real. 

  2. Sizing Up.

    And, I’ve officially jumped on the blogging bandwagon. Before you snarl at my lack of originality, remember I’m also not forcing you to read this. For those of you who choose to acknowledge my constant ranting and raving as part of your quest for summer entertainment, welcome aboard… but don’t expect anything that’ll keep you on the edge of your seat. My summer has been exceptionally boring, as I’ve spent hours on end shamelessly creeping facebook pictures and fantasizing over all of the pictures of people who are away on study abroad, or who even look like they’re having a fraction of a good time. My abundance of time, however, has left me available to do a lot of one thing—thinking (and analyzing). And that’s why I named this blog sizing up. Because I’ve realized that I’ve got a lot of challenges coming my way, and this is my attempt at sizing those challenges up, and breaking them down in a way that makes them accomplishable (or even slightly fathomable). This will be your opportunity to watch me struggle, and hopefully, succeed. Perhaps you’ll offer me some guidance (and if I’m lucky, some encouragement) along the way. 

    So game on peeps. 

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