Jingle Bells People Smell

Semester one of my glorious graduate school education is complete. Phase two of my life in December includes serving as Satan in the pit of hell that is Barnes and Noble retail. Don't get me wrong I love my job. I just HATE ( and it is hate...not I really really really don't like) dealing with horrible people who completely defy the christmas spirit that I try my darndest to uphold. The sanctity of good tidings and good will is abolished by their whining, complaining, harrassing, molesting, and otherwise horrendous behavior. They are sooo on Santa's naughty list.

Speaking of naughty-I cut my hair. Ok that's not the naughty part. The part that brings coal to my stocking is that I got it cut on Newbury Street-only the poshest place in the whole city. But I've also got a juicy little secret. It was only forty dollars- a steal compared to the normal 200 dollars. I so got the look for less.

In the world of Toni where electronics NEVER work and are always annoying me to the bitter point of smashing them against my wall I FINALLY got my bluetooth and ipod to work. Now if I could get my alarm clock to fuction where it poured me a cup of coffee in the morning we would be set.

Enjoy the pick of the hair-by the way-its done only with a blowdryer.

Bye Bye Bye

I have been on news overload the past few days. It's like Christmas and the Worst Day In The World combined together which makes me have periodic mood swings and personality transformations.

News One: K-Fed and Britt call it quits. Ok we all saw it coming, but deep down I really wanted her to be happy. It seems like Justin got the better deal out of the breakup.

News Two: Ryan and Reese are finito. WTF? Ok NOONE saw this coming. They're the most beautiful people in the world. With the most beautiful children. How is the Earth still on its axis?

News

BRRRRR

My fingers are almost too cold to type this out. It's cold. Really cold. Ok, maybe not as cold as it could be but I am freezing. It's cold enough that the Canadian Geese are now fleeing from the middle of my lane and are huddled together in the grass nearby. Canadian Geese are cold. And they are from freaking ice town. What was I thinking coming here?

I had steak last night. And a loaded baked potato. My life was complete. Until I realized that I now have a constant desire for loaded baked potatoes. The angst.

OH!!! I got my hair cut today. In a salon where there was a dressing room and I went in there to put on a ROBE and then walked upstairs. How cool is that? My hair is still below my shoulders but looks much more healthy.

Ok, must go stick my hands in the oven.

Gucci Homeless

Homeless people in Boston are very well dressed. Compared to the homeless people I encountered outside Toys-R-Us in Chico, Bostonian transients are the Kennedy's. Seriously. They look just like me and you, just with signs and jimgling money cups. Even their signs are better. Everything is spelled right and instead of being on rain saturated cardboard, they are on real posterboard. The kind elementary school kids do their projects on. It confuses me. And takes away my normal tendency to give them money. If they can afford to look that good, why should I spare my change? I'd rather send it back to the ratty looking homeless in Cali.

On another random Boston note, there are Canadian geese in the street that I take to get home. Which is more like a highway than a street. It's a major street. And there's geese on it who aren't even from this country. So I have to slow to like twenty while they waddle in front of me and mock me because they know I am already five minutes late. Damn Canooks.

I rode the T three times this past week. Actually four. I forgot about last night. It renewed my faith in the need for deodorant. And manners.

I drank way to much last night. Which in Toni Terms is two drinks. But we went to this great bar that has dueling piano players who play all kinds of songs on the piano. It was amazing. A must see. I loved it so much I stayed in bed till 3:30 pm dreaming about it. Or sleeping off a hangover, depending on your perspective.

Leaves of Change

Driving down the road today I saw yellow leaves....and that's not their usual color. Which could mean one of two things-either someone went with a highlighter and attacked them in the middle of the night or Fall is coming!!!! Minus the fact that I will certainly acquire frostbite this year I am excited for the fall and winter here. I can't wait to not worry about my hair because it will be under a cute beanie with a matching cute scarf. P.S. Please send me cute beanies with matching scarves.

Classes are exciting. Not really. But I am excited to be doing something that I love so much. I met with a professor the other day about this awesome program that I wanna do. It made me jazzed to be a journalist. How's that alliteration? I'm a jazzy journalist. Hehe.

The Broncos won in overtime. Rock on Plummer. Now go get a haricut.

The Wheels On The Bus

I survived my first two days of grad school. That sentence pretty much sums up my life. Classes seem like they will be interesting-maybe a little rudimentary but fun. After all, this is supposed to be what I'm doing with the rest of my life.

I came to the realization yesterday that I am going to a real school. Like one where everyone did their undergrad at Cornell, USC, Georgetown, and the like. I come from Chico State. Woot Woot. Home of the frat boy killers and amateur porn stars.

Dar and I spent three hours today looking for folders. We came up empty handed and overwhelmed by the amount of crazy soccer moms buying school supplies for their spoiled rotten children.

I have to go read the news now-and not about Suri's debut in Vanity Fair. Gosh-the pains of being an adult.

Parking Lot Whore

So it's been awhile. But life has taken a toll on my ability to sit and function enough to write a coherent thought.

Barnes and Noble has been fun. I got promoted. Yes, since starting two weeks ago I have now moved up to the position of supervisor. You got me. Apparently I know my dorm supplies.

I am in love with Uno's. And half price appetizers. Muchos Nachos make Toni Mucho Happy.

I flirted my way into a parking lot today. So much so that they let me park there without a permit AND without paying.

In summary life is good. I got a three dollar raise within two weeks of living here and have saved money by making nice with parking attendents. And people think Bostonians are rude. Pashaw.

Fenway Footsteps

Today was my landmark adventure of braving the Boston monster. Not the green one. The silver one. The T. I found my way to the Newtonville stop-probably the dodgiest square foot of my town. Five minutes after the train was supposed to be there ( punctuality is obviously not important in this town) I climbed on and had my ticket punched by the cute little guy in the top hat just like on The Polar Express. For eight minutes I tried to figure out which way was Northeast. Who gives directions with actual directions? Do they really expect me to carry around a compass? Geez. When the train stopped I realized that I had arrived footsteps from Fenway Park. Literally. I could touch it if the policeman guarding the park didn't look like he would tazer me. Who would have known that I work just around the block from the home of the Red Sox?

Thankfully I made some friends with connections at work today. By connections I mean a car. Bottom line-I got a ride home and didn't have to try to make it to my house in the dark on a creepy train.

Now I'm watching Dr. Phil realizing that husbands are stupid. Not that I would know but these guys are awful. Who tells their wife they're ugly? What is wrong with this world? I did learn a very important fact that brought me some clarity though: many people wrap up body image with self image. Dr. Phil says that's a no no. Your image of your body should not affet your image of your self. I jotted that down as my challenge for the week.

While we're on the subject of husbands I feel like I am the last person in the world that will ever have one. Why is everyone around me getting married???? It's like Birds only diamond rings and bridal showers are attacking me. I feel like God knows I want to Feel Pretty Oh So Pretty in a white wedding dress and just says good for you but we're gonna let everyone around you get that first. Why couldn't he have had that train of thought when it came to my period????