my new years resolutions are starting a little early..
i guess theyre actually old years resolutions.. (or am i just extremely prompt?)
anyways, these are the things i want to change about myself within the next week and next year.
1. work out more
this is the most generic new years-old years resolution there is. but really, i do want to get in shape. my inspiration on this one is my dad. a year or two ago, he had the same resolution but instead of getting a gym membership he never used, he got himself a bike and used it six times a week. now, hes 30+ pounds lighter and in fantastic shape. hes the same size as my 22 year old brother and probably in better physical condition. so if he can do it, so can i.
so, im going to take advantage of all the free trial gym memberships in the tulsa metro area until break is over. right now, im off to golds gym for a free seven day vip trial and then next week, who knows.. if i cant find a free one, ill run outside. (thats still free, right?) but the point is that im doing it. woop woop for living past the age of 35!
2. journal more
last year i journaled every night before i went to bed. it was a fantastic habit because it helped me remember everything about that day and therefore it helped me to remember my life better. there are those instances in life that are meant to pass unnoticed but journaling makes that near impossible (if thoroughly done.) i used to write an average of five composition book pages a night. (yeah. thats right. i ramble there too.) and while blogging is great because i can type faster than i can write and its fun to see the pretty font colors, i cant completely vent to the internet because, well, its the internet. and since anyone can read this (although im sure nobody does) cant take that risk.
so, im going to keep my trusty comp book by my bed and every night ill write in it. and if i dont, ill guilt myself into doing it. (im irish catholic, guilting is what we do..)
3. eat more fruits and vegetables.
im that picky little kid who refuses to eat the vegetables on her plate. dont know what it is, but i just cant. well thats not entirely true.. i eat carrots, green beans and the occasional potato but if those were the only necessaries, the produce section would be almost entirely useless. as for fruits, the only tree-foods i enjoy are apples and only red delicious ones at that. (delicious is in the name. and that, my friends, is truth in advertising)
so, when i go to the store, im going to not only buy my fruitable staples but ill also venture out and try a new one every week (granted that the money supply remains high) and hopefully, thatll help with the 'living past the age of 35' deal.
alright three resolutions is enough pressure. so now that ive set these goals, im going to go do them! and im going to make them stick!
at least until the second week in february..
--amandamargaret
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
a simple little daydream
there are moments in life that give you a sudden jolt. where you stop taking in new information, sights, sounds, and thoughts and immediately succumb to a reminiscing daydream. usually, this comes when you least expect it and in catching you off guard, you are subliminally prompted to change a behavior or initiate a new one. one of those moments happened to me today and it followed the normal pattern; i stopped seeing, hearing and suddenly went into a reverie when i least expected it.
and it was while watching friends.
okay, well it wasnt necessarily friends. i was watching a behind the scenes special, one of those minisodes that gives you a backstage pass to everything production-wise, specifically the writing, directing, producing and acting processes. and as soon as i saw the actors go through a run through, staging blocking, running and rerunning lines, frequently breaking character all with scripts in hand, my memory coma commenced.
i flashed back to all of those times in high school theater when i was so happy and proud to be on stage. clutching that script, immersing myself in that character, and seeing that empty auditorium that promised a packed audience on opening night. the thrills and the nerves of performing all hitting me at once until i was so full of adrenaline that i blocked everything out except the characters and the dialogue. and post-performance was nothing but happy pandemonium. congratulations and flowers and hugs and squeals surrounding me until my mouth would form a permagrin that was sure to stick until two in the morning.
after i snapped out of my reverie and reverted back to reality, i realized how much i missed it. for nearly a year and a half, ive been denying myself the stage for reasons unknown or not yet realized. and following the form of these flashbacks, it inspired me to change my current behavior. if i missed the theater so damn much, then what was stopping me besides myself and my strange limitations? i immediately texted my kelley acting teacher and made plans for dinner on wednesday. shes always been a role model and an excellent counselor so i figure she must have some decent, if not wonderful, advice to give. i also googled theater opportunities in norman to actually get back in there instead of simply pining and i found a great local troupe.
the thing is, im not that girl who refuses to graduate; that person who lives in the past and relishes in the glory days of high school. because honestly, while high school was great and i had a lot of success, i dont want that time back. i just want the theater back. the parts i want and the parts ill never get, the friends i love and those people i love to hate, and not only the relationships with the cast and crew but with the characters. i miss that. and i want that back.
and im gonna get it back.
and it was while watching friends.
okay, well it wasnt necessarily friends. i was watching a behind the scenes special, one of those minisodes that gives you a backstage pass to everything production-wise, specifically the writing, directing, producing and acting processes. and as soon as i saw the actors go through a run through, staging blocking, running and rerunning lines, frequently breaking character all with scripts in hand, my memory coma commenced.
i flashed back to all of those times in high school theater when i was so happy and proud to be on stage. clutching that script, immersing myself in that character, and seeing that empty auditorium that promised a packed audience on opening night. the thrills and the nerves of performing all hitting me at once until i was so full of adrenaline that i blocked everything out except the characters and the dialogue. and post-performance was nothing but happy pandemonium. congratulations and flowers and hugs and squeals surrounding me until my mouth would form a permagrin that was sure to stick until two in the morning.
after i snapped out of my reverie and reverted back to reality, i realized how much i missed it. for nearly a year and a half, ive been denying myself the stage for reasons unknown or not yet realized. and following the form of these flashbacks, it inspired me to change my current behavior. if i missed the theater so damn much, then what was stopping me besides myself and my strange limitations? i immediately texted my kelley acting teacher and made plans for dinner on wednesday. shes always been a role model and an excellent counselor so i figure she must have some decent, if not wonderful, advice to give. i also googled theater opportunities in norman to actually get back in there instead of simply pining and i found a great local troupe.
the thing is, im not that girl who refuses to graduate; that person who lives in the past and relishes in the glory days of high school. because honestly, while high school was great and i had a lot of success, i dont want that time back. i just want the theater back. the parts i want and the parts ill never get, the friends i love and those people i love to hate, and not only the relationships with the cast and crew but with the characters. i miss that. and i want that back.
and im gonna get it back.
Friday, December 17, 2010
we are not alone
so i was watching the history channel with my sister today, (yeah, i watch the big H for fun. hence the history ed major.) and i happened to stumble upon the most magnificent series.
no, it wasnt patton 360. (good one)
or decoded (its like national treasure.. but real)
not even the rise of the third reich. (holy shit, its ridiculous.)
it was none other than ancient aliens.
*cue x files theme music*
ancient aliens is a pretty self explanatory documentary. it interviews prominent historians about the overwhelming evidence that this planet's inhabitants have been visited by other planet's inhabitants more than we would like to imagine.
and. it. ROCKS.
seriously, it all makes so much sense if you take the time to think about it. the ancient egyptians along with the mayans (who are halfway across the world) simply thought at the exact same time, "i know what ill do today.. build a gargantuan triangular structure that has no real significance to our empire except it being alot cooler than a 4x3 tombstone." no. its because aliens came down and told them to do it. also, its damn near impossible to create a similar structure in the modern world because our technology simply cannot accomplish such a task. yet primitive people who lived thousands of years ago just happened to build it? pshaw. these are the same people who mummified their domesticated pets and ground them into a fine powder to use as medicine. sorry, but no. theres even evidence of one pharoah that could possibly BE an alien. and thats just one example. this show was hours long and it had alot more credibility and substance that this post. this shit is real. and its awesome.
so next time youre flipping through the telly and pass channel sixty-one (for those of you in the okc metropolitan area) stick around. you might learn something and eventually be immersed in conspiracies and new ideas like yours truly.
--amandamargaret
no, it wasnt patton 360. (good one)
or decoded (its like national treasure.. but real)
not even the rise of the third reich. (holy shit, its ridiculous.)
it was none other than ancient aliens.
*cue x files theme music*
ancient aliens is a pretty self explanatory documentary. it interviews prominent historians about the overwhelming evidence that this planet's inhabitants have been visited by other planet's inhabitants more than we would like to imagine.
and. it. ROCKS.
seriously, it all makes so much sense if you take the time to think about it. the ancient egyptians along with the mayans (who are halfway across the world) simply thought at the exact same time, "i know what ill do today.. build a gargantuan triangular structure that has no real significance to our empire except it being alot cooler than a 4x3 tombstone." no. its because aliens came down and told them to do it. also, its damn near impossible to create a similar structure in the modern world because our technology simply cannot accomplish such a task. yet primitive people who lived thousands of years ago just happened to build it? pshaw. these are the same people who mummified their domesticated pets and ground them into a fine powder to use as medicine. sorry, but no. theres even evidence of one pharoah that could possibly BE an alien. and thats just one example. this show was hours long and it had alot more credibility and substance that this post. this shit is real. and its awesome.
so next time youre flipping through the telly and pass channel sixty-one (for those of you in the okc metropolitan area) stick around. you might learn something and eventually be immersed in conspiracies and new ideas like yours truly.
--amandamargaret
Thursday, December 16, 2010
workworkwork
my name is amanda and i am a workaholic.
since ive started working at panera bread, quite a few things have changed.
first, ive eaten sixty million pastries.
second, ive mopped more floors, cleaned more tables and refilled more butter buckets than any given human should in their entire lifetime.
third, ive worked an absurd amount of hours.
example a: in the past five days, ive worked a total of 29.6 hours.
example b: in the next five days, im scheduled for 20 hours.
for you lazy first-grade mathematicians, thats a grand total of 49.6 hours in ten days. after seeing the schedule and living through the shifts, my body has shut down all emotional capabilities but one.
EXHAUSTION.
you might be thinking, "yeah amanda, thats alot of hours, but how hard is slicing bagels and serving coffee?"
and to you i angrily shout, "oohh how wrong and stupid you are." because yes, i do slice bagels and serve coffee. but im also responsible for making all the different drink combinations, filling the coffee urns, cashiering, running the bakery, clearing tables, stocking bagels, stocking pastries, stocking lids, cups, napkins, butter, straws, and everything else under the bread-based sun. and let me tell you, after seven hours running around a cafe/bakery without a sitdown, you'd be softly whimpering too.
but wait a minute..
what's that i see?
could it be a silver lining?
whats that noise i hear?
cha.... ching.....
chaCHIIIIIIIIING
oh that must be the sound of my paycheck direct depositing itself into my bank account.
my paycheck worth 384 dollars and forty cents!!
so after realizing the enormous monetary gain that all this hard work will get me, i guess its all worth it in the end. i know the people on the receiving end of my christmas presents will certainly agree.
its one more lesson for one more course in the school of life.
i just wish a diploma wasnt this hard to get..
--amandamargaret
since ive started working at panera bread, quite a few things have changed.
first, ive eaten sixty million pastries.
second, ive mopped more floors, cleaned more tables and refilled more butter buckets than any given human should in their entire lifetime.
third, ive worked an absurd amount of hours.
example a: in the past five days, ive worked a total of 29.6 hours.
example b: in the next five days, im scheduled for 20 hours.
for you lazy first-grade mathematicians, thats a grand total of 49.6 hours in ten days. after seeing the schedule and living through the shifts, my body has shut down all emotional capabilities but one.
EXHAUSTION.
you might be thinking, "yeah amanda, thats alot of hours, but how hard is slicing bagels and serving coffee?"
and to you i angrily shout, "oohh how wrong and stupid you are." because yes, i do slice bagels and serve coffee. but im also responsible for making all the different drink combinations, filling the coffee urns, cashiering, running the bakery, clearing tables, stocking bagels, stocking pastries, stocking lids, cups, napkins, butter, straws, and everything else under the bread-based sun. and let me tell you, after seven hours running around a cafe/bakery without a sitdown, you'd be softly whimpering too.
but wait a minute..
what's that i see?
could it be a silver lining?
whats that noise i hear?
cha.... ching.....
chaCHIIIIIIIIING
oh that must be the sound of my paycheck direct depositing itself into my bank account.
my paycheck worth 384 dollars and forty cents!!
so after realizing the enormous monetary gain that all this hard work will get me, i guess its all worth it in the end. i know the people on the receiving end of my christmas presents will certainly agree.
its one more lesson for one more course in the school of life.
i just wish a diploma wasnt this hard to get..
--amandamargaret
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
obsession
SO OBSESSED WITH THIS QUOTE.
an arrow goes forward only after pulling it backward. a bullet goes forward only after pressing the trigger backward. everyone will be happy only after facing the difficulties in their life. so do not fear your struggles, they will push you forward.
thank you stumbleupon.com.. thank you..
an arrow goes forward only after pulling it backward. a bullet goes forward only after pressing the trigger backward. everyone will be happy only after facing the difficulties in their life. so do not fear your struggles, they will push you forward.
thank you stumbleupon.com.. thank you..
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
new blog: new mission
alright folks, ive stumbled upon a new mission. a mission that ive already explained to my brand new other blog and am a little too tired to explain again.
i hereby bestow upon you, the link for my new blog, the quest for domestication.
ill still write on this one about my life and times but my other blog will be an almost daily update on my culinary activities. which im so excited about that i cant even put it into typefont. except maybe like this..
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yeah i think that brings the point across..
anyways, check out the link and keep up with the kitchen crusade!
--amandamargaret
i hereby bestow upon you, the link for my new blog, the quest for domestication.
ill still write on this one about my life and times but my other blog will be an almost daily update on my culinary activities. which im so excited about that i cant even put it into typefont. except maybe like this..
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yeah i think that brings the point across..
anyways, check out the link and keep up with the kitchen crusade!
--amandamargaret
Friday, December 3, 2010
be.
its 304 am. im on the couch with my sisters head on my shoulder. (dont worry, the rest of her body is attached.) shes asleep and i am nowhere near my rem cycles.
its interesting what happens when i sit in silence for an extended period of time. i can hear more. like the hum of my centralized fan, the drone of my laptop, the tick tock of the click clock.. i can feel more. like my right shoulder slowly going numb from the weight of mary kates head, the pre-arthritic pains in my knees due to poor genes, the choppy air flow from the aforementioned fan. its interesting what happens when you step back from always talking, always hustling, always moving lifestyle that so many of us lead and simply.. sit. just be. its relaxing and refreshing. and the longer i participate in nonparticpation, the more and more tired i become. hey, this is better than lunesta! (then again, this might just be time taking its toll. i mean, it is 3am for the saviors sake..)
haaanyways..
i decorated the apartment for christmas today. i listened to bing crosby while sprucing up the place. may i mention that i am deeply in love with him? yes, it may be slightly creepy to profess love for a dead man, but my lord, his voice is butter. its better than butter. it has no calories, something that butter simply cannot claim. so after the christmafacation, i went to work and work i did. five hours of confusing cashier duties and no breaks. however, i did recieve a bowl of soup in return (theres that silver lining.) so alls well that ends well.
speaking of ending well, im going to end this post with a happy thought.
"you cant laugh and be afraid at the same time" -reverend stephen tyrone colbert D.F.A.
poignant steph. very poignant..
--amandamcoughlin
its interesting what happens when i sit in silence for an extended period of time. i can hear more. like the hum of my centralized fan, the drone of my laptop, the tick tock of the click clock.. i can feel more. like my right shoulder slowly going numb from the weight of mary kates head, the pre-arthritic pains in my knees due to poor genes, the choppy air flow from the aforementioned fan. its interesting what happens when you step back from always talking, always hustling, always moving lifestyle that so many of us lead and simply.. sit. just be. its relaxing and refreshing. and the longer i participate in nonparticpation, the more and more tired i become. hey, this is better than lunesta! (then again, this might just be time taking its toll. i mean, it is 3am for the saviors sake..)
haaanyways..
i decorated the apartment for christmas today. i listened to bing crosby while sprucing up the place. may i mention that i am deeply in love with him? yes, it may be slightly creepy to profess love for a dead man, but my lord, his voice is butter. its better than butter. it has no calories, something that butter simply cannot claim. so after the christmafacation, i went to work and work i did. five hours of confusing cashier duties and no breaks. however, i did recieve a bowl of soup in return (theres that silver lining.) so alls well that ends well.
speaking of ending well, im going to end this post with a happy thought.
"you cant laugh and be afraid at the same time" -reverend stephen tyrone colbert D.F.A.
poignant steph. very poignant..
--amandamcoughlin
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
its just one of those days..
im freaking.
i just cant seem to stop shaking inside. i get like this when im worried or anxious. its like i need to go run a marathon to get my mind off of everything but i cant because i dont have the time or the endurance.
my faith is shaken. i dont know what to believe or if i have the capacity to believe. but i want to believe. god i want to so badly.
how about this? i believe that i will get through today. i believe that i will go to sleep tonight and i believe that i will wake up in the morning (late, but still.) i believe that i will get in front of my class and deliver a speech about volunteering. i believe that i will sit down afterwards and feel relieved. i believe that tomorrow will be a landmark day in my life, but i believe that ill survive it. the pain wont kill me. i believe that my sister and my dad will always love me and i believe that will save me.
i do have the capacity to believe. in the little things. but honestly, isnt that what really matters? life is about learning to realize that the big things are insignificant and the little things are monumental.
so im going to focus on the little things and let the big things slip away.
im going to get an icee tonight.
im going to finish this speech.
im going to relax with stephen colbert at 1030.
im going to be okay.
its all going to be okay.
i believe it.
i just cant seem to stop shaking inside. i get like this when im worried or anxious. its like i need to go run a marathon to get my mind off of everything but i cant because i dont have the time or the endurance.
my faith is shaken. i dont know what to believe or if i have the capacity to believe. but i want to believe. god i want to so badly.
how about this? i believe that i will get through today. i believe that i will go to sleep tonight and i believe that i will wake up in the morning (late, but still.) i believe that i will get in front of my class and deliver a speech about volunteering. i believe that i will sit down afterwards and feel relieved. i believe that tomorrow will be a landmark day in my life, but i believe that ill survive it. the pain wont kill me. i believe that my sister and my dad will always love me and i believe that will save me.
i do have the capacity to believe. in the little things. but honestly, isnt that what really matters? life is about learning to realize that the big things are insignificant and the little things are monumental.
so im going to focus on the little things and let the big things slip away.
im going to get an icee tonight.
im going to finish this speech.
im going to relax with stephen colbert at 1030.
im going to be okay.
its all going to be okay.
i believe it.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
happy thanksgiving to all and to all a gain of twelve pounds
its that time of year again!
the turkey is roasting, the potatoes are mashing, the cheese is balling and the stuffing is stuffing. thanksgiving is my absolute favorite holiday (with christmas at a close second) and this one is looking like a great one.
The Official Holiday Menu of the Great Coughlin Feast
Cooked by Ms. Amanda Margaret Coughlin
-roasted turkey
-stuffing
-cheddar mashed potatoes
-sweet potatoes
-green bean casserole
-cheeseball
-butter biscuits
-gravy
-pumpkin pie
-cinnamon rolls
all homemade and all pretty freaking delicious. ive been the head chef of all major holiday dinners since seventh grade at least and its true that practice makes perfect. oh except for the biscuits.. i burned the bottoms.. (i was going to take them out right as dinner started so they would be squishy and warm but i underestimated the amount of time that my dad would use for prayer (a good five-to-seven minutes) and by the time we said our last 'amen's, the biscuit bottoms were a shade of black.) but other than that and a whip cream in the hair incident (thanks mary kate) this holiday went off without a hitch.
people are suprised when i say that thanksgiving is my favorite instead of christmas. i love this holiday because after more than four hundred years of celebration, the original message of family, togetherness, and thanks has survived. while christmas is all about how many presents we can stuff under a dead tree and easter is about hiding jellybean filled eggs and taking pictures with giant white rabbits, this is really the only pure holiday left. theres tradition in this thursday feast: the parade, the pies. the turkey, the toasts. the fact that families all over the country get together to enjoy food, laughter and each other gives me hope that this world isnt all that bad. even though there are some really really shitty things that we have to bear, there is still a day that reminds us to take a step back and reevaluate how incredibly lucky we are.
and for that, i am thankful.
--amandamargaret
the turkey is roasting, the potatoes are mashing, the cheese is balling and the stuffing is stuffing. thanksgiving is my absolute favorite holiday (with christmas at a close second) and this one is looking like a great one.
The Official Holiday Menu of the Great Coughlin Feast
Cooked by Ms. Amanda Margaret Coughlin
-roasted turkey
-stuffing
-cheddar mashed potatoes
-sweet potatoes
-green bean casserole
-cheeseball
-butter biscuits
-gravy
-pumpkin pie
-cinnamon rolls
all homemade and all pretty freaking delicious. ive been the head chef of all major holiday dinners since seventh grade at least and its true that practice makes perfect. oh except for the biscuits.. i burned the bottoms.. (i was going to take them out right as dinner started so they would be squishy and warm but i underestimated the amount of time that my dad would use for prayer (a good five-to-seven minutes) and by the time we said our last 'amen's, the biscuit bottoms were a shade of black.) but other than that and a whip cream in the hair incident (thanks mary kate) this holiday went off without a hitch.
people are suprised when i say that thanksgiving is my favorite instead of christmas. i love this holiday because after more than four hundred years of celebration, the original message of family, togetherness, and thanks has survived. while christmas is all about how many presents we can stuff under a dead tree and easter is about hiding jellybean filled eggs and taking pictures with giant white rabbits, this is really the only pure holiday left. theres tradition in this thursday feast: the parade, the pies. the turkey, the toasts. the fact that families all over the country get together to enjoy food, laughter and each other gives me hope that this world isnt all that bad. even though there are some really really shitty things that we have to bear, there is still a day that reminds us to take a step back and reevaluate how incredibly lucky we are.
and for that, i am thankful.
--amandamargaret
Thursday, November 18, 2010
a congratulatory commentary
my body is declaring mutiny.
over the past hour and a half, i have subjected my abs to numerous tightening excercises, my legs to dozens of strenthening drills and my arms to several repititions of weight exertions. and the fact that the weights were less like barbells and more like five-pound pink girl weights is besides the point. the point is that i did strictly arm excercises for the entirety of chelsea lately. thats only one-third of the total excercises! (its quite a day when i workout and use fractions..) so while im in the celebratory mood, im going to write an open letter to myself.
dear me,
congratulations! you did it! instead of sitting on your ass during pointless yet entertaining late-night television, you did menial workouts for an hour and a half only pausing to laugh at punchlines and take mild water and breather breaks while watching pointless yet entertaining late-night television. hopefully, this can morph into a habit that you swear youll keep up for months and really only do for the next three days because sheer laziness and procrastination will get the better of you.
a tip of my hat to you, good lady.
best regards,
yourself.
now that thats out of the way, its time to exclaim via typefont how much i love my new job.
I LOVE MY NEW JOB.
panera's motto is, "a loaf of bread in every arm." well in my case, its, "two loaves of bread and three bagels in every arm." thats right. one days work gets me 6.5 hours wages and enough bread to feed the inhabitants of apt 307 for the next two weeks. i believe the term "a-booyaah!" comes in handy right about now. and i happen to work with some pretty fantastic people (ten point bonus) and i learned a new skill that is wicked easy and ill get a bunch of extra hours for. and we all know that extra hours = extra money and extra money = extra happy. (add ten points bonus for every use of the word 'extra')
haaaanyways its nearing 330 and im exhausted from my extensive carb consumption so im gonna hit the haystack. can you spot all the alliterations? i spy with my little eye something i never paid attention to in lit class..
--amandamargaret
over the past hour and a half, i have subjected my abs to numerous tightening excercises, my legs to dozens of strenthening drills and my arms to several repititions of weight exertions. and the fact that the weights were less like barbells and more like five-pound pink girl weights is besides the point. the point is that i did strictly arm excercises for the entirety of chelsea lately. thats only one-third of the total excercises! (its quite a day when i workout and use fractions..) so while im in the celebratory mood, im going to write an open letter to myself.
dear me,
congratulations! you did it! instead of sitting on your ass during pointless yet entertaining late-night television, you did menial workouts for an hour and a half only pausing to laugh at punchlines and take mild water and breather breaks while watching pointless yet entertaining late-night television. hopefully, this can morph into a habit that you swear youll keep up for months and really only do for the next three days because sheer laziness and procrastination will get the better of you.
a tip of my hat to you, good lady.
best regards,
yourself.
now that thats out of the way, its time to exclaim via typefont how much i love my new job.
I LOVE MY NEW JOB.
panera's motto is, "a loaf of bread in every arm." well in my case, its, "two loaves of bread and three bagels in every arm." thats right. one days work gets me 6.5 hours wages and enough bread to feed the inhabitants of apt 307 for the next two weeks. i believe the term "a-booyaah!" comes in handy right about now. and i happen to work with some pretty fantastic people (ten point bonus) and i learned a new skill that is wicked easy and ill get a bunch of extra hours for. and we all know that extra hours = extra money and extra money = extra happy. (add ten points bonus for every use of the word 'extra')
haaaanyways its nearing 330 and im exhausted from my extensive carb consumption so im gonna hit the haystack. can you spot all the alliterations? i spy with my little eye something i never paid attention to in lit class..
--amandamargaret
Monday, November 15, 2010
and the countdown begins..
one of the greatest cinematic adventures in history is about to occur..
HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS PART ONE
heres a countdown to keep everyone up to date on how long they have to buy their tickets.
HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS PART ONE
heres a countdown to keep everyone up to date on how long they have to buy their tickets.
everyone likes harry potter. even sith lords.
NOVEMBER 19.
get ready.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
oh my god i got it!!
this is the first blogpost written as an employee of panera bread company.
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKK!!!!!!! (itll catch on..)
i got the job i got the job i got the job i got the jooooobb
my orientation is on friday and then i go through the orientation called "planet bread."
uhh yeah. its called planet bread.
planet BREAD.
basically PLANET PERFECT.
not only that, but the discount is just simply unreal. it IS...
(this is where you get on the edge of your seat, start furiously biting your nails and profusely sweat in anticipation)
SIXTY FIVE PERCENT OFF OF ALL PANERA PRODUCTS!!
start planning my funeral because i have died and gone to heaven.
im really excited about this new job for many reasons but honestly, what is so thrilling is that i was disgruntled at my old job and instead of sitting on my ass and whining and staying gruntled (not sure thats right..) i got up and actually did something about it! i changed my life for the better and im so freakin proud of me. GO ME!
i feel like this little girl
in other news, its time to crack out the eggs, butter and cocoa powder and whip out the cake-baking skills because its the marine corps birthday!! happy 235th birthday, best armed forces in the world! i believe jeremih wants to give you a little present.. (overexaggerated wink.)
but really, i love the marines. my poppy is a marine (notice the present tense verb. he always taught me, "once a marine, always a marine.) and im super excited because on friday, ill begin my volunteering with the veterans association hospital in oklahoma city.
GIVINGBACKTOTHOSEWHOSERVEDUSCHICKAWHAAAAAAT?!
when i told my poppy i was volunteering, he freaked out. its the same reaction he gave when i told him that im a declared history education major. im pretty sure hes happy that im becoming an exact replica of him. awesome. im becoming a randomly-singing, history-loving, over-eating, political veteran.
looks like im on the right track!
again, happy birthday marines. semper fi and oorah!!
watch this. it will help you understand the sacrifices these heroes make.
life is so good. it might not always be perfect, but damn is it good.
--amandamargaret
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKK!!!!!!! (itll catch on..)
i got the job i got the job i got the job i got the jooooobb
my orientation is on friday and then i go through the orientation called "planet bread."
uhh yeah. its called planet bread.
planet BREAD.
basically PLANET PERFECT.
not only that, but the discount is just simply unreal. it IS...
(this is where you get on the edge of your seat, start furiously biting your nails and profusely sweat in anticipation)
SIXTY FIVE PERCENT OFF OF ALL PANERA PRODUCTS!!
start planning my funeral because i have died and gone to heaven.
im really excited about this new job for many reasons but honestly, what is so thrilling is that i was disgruntled at my old job and instead of sitting on my ass and whining and staying gruntled (not sure thats right..) i got up and actually did something about it! i changed my life for the better and im so freakin proud of me. GO ME!
i feel like this little girl
in other news, its time to crack out the eggs, butter and cocoa powder and whip out the cake-baking skills because its the marine corps birthday!! happy 235th birthday, best armed forces in the world! i believe jeremih wants to give you a little present.. (overexaggerated wink.)
but really, i love the marines. my poppy is a marine (notice the present tense verb. he always taught me, "once a marine, always a marine.) and im super excited because on friday, ill begin my volunteering with the veterans association hospital in oklahoma city.
GIVINGBACKTOTHOSEWHOSERVEDUSCHICKAWHAAAAAAT?!
when i told my poppy i was volunteering, he freaked out. its the same reaction he gave when i told him that im a declared history education major. im pretty sure hes happy that im becoming an exact replica of him. awesome. im becoming a randomly-singing, history-loving, over-eating, political veteran.
looks like im on the right track!
again, happy birthday marines. semper fi and oorah!!
watch this. it will help you understand the sacrifices these heroes make.
life is so good. it might not always be perfect, but damn is it good.
--amandamargaret
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
god i hope i get it
i just got back from an interview for my dream job.
well its not really my dream job.. history channel didnt contact me about starring in a documentary and broadway didnt give me a callback and puppijikstan didnt want me to rule over the land of dogs that never grow old. BUT i did return from a second interview from none other than panera bread.
if youre reading this and you know anything about me, you know that i believe bread should be in all six sections of the food pyramid. it is definitely amazing and i could (and do) eat it every hour of everyday. so if i got this job, not only would i be getting paid an absurd amount for an easy job, but i would be able to smell bread for the entirety of my work day. (this is the part where angels descend from above and sing in high soprano melodies while looking down on me with love and admiration.) and id get a discount. do you understand how excited i am about this prospect??
i just hope i get it. there isnt a valid reason why i shouldnt, ive got great work experiences, its super close to my apartment, i love the product and im a happy person to talk to while waiting for a cherry danish. the only forseeable problem would be the fact that i permanently reside in ttown and im going to go back there for the holidays.. and the holidays are coming up rather soon...
shit.
okay everyone whos reading this (all three of you) i need you to help me out. you can do one of three things for me.
1-knock on wood.
2-knock on glass to save my ass
3-cross your fingers
4-clench your eyes together and whisper "i do believe in fairies! i do! i do!"
that last one might not help me as much as it would tinkerbell but still. gotta rep love to neverland once in a while.
until my final interview at four tomorrow ill be nervously biting my nails and maybe entertain the idea of pacing back and forth. but ill guarantee ill be singing this in my head. i cant help it, i turn to musicals in times of stress. dont hate, participate.
--amandamargaret
well its not really my dream job.. history channel didnt contact me about starring in a documentary and broadway didnt give me a callback and puppijikstan didnt want me to rule over the land of dogs that never grow old. BUT i did return from a second interview from none other than panera bread.
if youre reading this and you know anything about me, you know that i believe bread should be in all six sections of the food pyramid. it is definitely amazing and i could (and do) eat it every hour of everyday. so if i got this job, not only would i be getting paid an absurd amount for an easy job, but i would be able to smell bread for the entirety of my work day. (this is the part where angels descend from above and sing in high soprano melodies while looking down on me with love and admiration.) and id get a discount. do you understand how excited i am about this prospect??
i just hope i get it. there isnt a valid reason why i shouldnt, ive got great work experiences, its super close to my apartment, i love the product and im a happy person to talk to while waiting for a cherry danish. the only forseeable problem would be the fact that i permanently reside in ttown and im going to go back there for the holidays.. and the holidays are coming up rather soon...
shit.
okay everyone whos reading this (all three of you) i need you to help me out. you can do one of three things for me.
1-knock on wood.
2-knock on glass to save my ass
3-cross your fingers
4-clench your eyes together and whisper "i do believe in fairies! i do! i do!"
that last one might not help me as much as it would tinkerbell but still. gotta rep love to neverland once in a while.
until my final interview at four tomorrow ill be nervously biting my nails and maybe entertain the idea of pacing back and forth. but ill guarantee ill be singing this in my head. i cant help it, i turn to musicals in times of stress. dont hate, participate.
--amandamargaret
Monday, November 8, 2010
the little things
today is the best day ever.
why, you may ask, is today a special day? november eighth doesnt seem like a stand-out day by any means. 48 degrees seems like a normal temperature for late fall. so why today of all days? what cosmic event is taking place that shines a light of importance on this particular twenty-four hour period? the answer may suprise you..
today is the best day ever because a 4.5 ounce bag of snyders of hanover chocolate covered pretzels is in my purse.
...........
i know it doesnt seem like alot, but thats the whole point. lately, ive been so focused on the BIG PICTURE and BIG PROBLEMS and BIG EVENTS that completely overshadow the little things. ive lost the zest for minute details and insignificant joys like waking up with a hot mug of tea or the fact that my feet are currently the cutest boots ever designed or that i live with my best friend in the world. so many people arent able to enjoy these things and here i am taking them for granted.
well sir's and mam's, that ends right now. from now on im making a gratitude list for tiny things and i encourage you to join in.
AMANDA MARGARET COUGHLINS LIST OF ZEST
1. im breathing
2. im warm
3. i listened to billy joel yesterday
4. im going to have a bowl of soup and watch jim gaffigan tonight with my sister
5. im not a member of the lohan family
6. i dont have to eat squash if i dont want to. which i really really dont.
7. my credit card has a picture of a panda on it. cause its my nickname.
8. i have a really cute dog
9. i have leftover hideaway pizza in my fridge.
10. koalas exist
i feel more zesty already..
--amandamargaret
why, you may ask, is today a special day? november eighth doesnt seem like a stand-out day by any means. 48 degrees seems like a normal temperature for late fall. so why today of all days? what cosmic event is taking place that shines a light of importance on this particular twenty-four hour period? the answer may suprise you..
today is the best day ever because a 4.5 ounce bag of snyders of hanover chocolate covered pretzels is in my purse.
...........
i know it doesnt seem like alot, but thats the whole point. lately, ive been so focused on the BIG PICTURE and BIG PROBLEMS and BIG EVENTS that completely overshadow the little things. ive lost the zest for minute details and insignificant joys like waking up with a hot mug of tea or the fact that my feet are currently the cutest boots ever designed or that i live with my best friend in the world. so many people arent able to enjoy these things and here i am taking them for granted.
well sir's and mam's, that ends right now. from now on im making a gratitude list for tiny things and i encourage you to join in.
AMANDA MARGARET COUGHLINS LIST OF ZEST
1. im breathing
2. im warm
3. i listened to billy joel yesterday
4. im going to have a bowl of soup and watch jim gaffigan tonight with my sister
5. im not a member of the lohan family
6. i dont have to eat squash if i dont want to. which i really really dont.
7. my credit card has a picture of a panda on it. cause its my nickname.
8. i have a really cute dog
9. i have leftover hideaway pizza in my fridge.
10. koalas exist
i feel more zesty already..
--amandamargaret
Friday, October 15, 2010
school aint cool
this. is. impossible.
im not talking about skipping up mount everest sans oxygen or trying to imagine what muhammad actually looks like or attempting to raise christine o'donnells IQ above 85. no. im talking about a truly unreachable feat: finishing my research paper.
DUNDUNDUNNNNNNN...
and before you say, "oh amanda, get over yourself. just buckle down and write the damn thing." you should shut up. because ive tried many times to sit down at the computer and let the inspiration flow from my cranium to my fingertips but then i get distracted by something. like my tapping foot. or dust. its no secret that i suffer from a detrimental case of adhd. (the moment i came out of the womb i was distracted by the shiny chrome light fixtures.) ive ingested the equivalent of a pharmeceutical warehouse in concentration medication but the side effects of jittery-ness, constant hunger and a meaner, more sarcastic personality outweight the intended effect of calming-the-eff down. so i paused the prescriptions and instead simply tried to embrace my adhd-ness. but unfortunately, with great hyperactivity comes great procrastination. because honestly, if youve got enough crazy shit bouncing around in your head and enough energy to power the state of maryland, youre not going to sit down for four hours straight and write a five page paper on the most boring topic in the world. no. youre going to make several attempts and then realize how profoundly dull it is, and instead, go outside. unfortunately, college doesnt give you credit for the amount of smiles per semester. instead they count "grades" and "papers" and "amount of sleep you can get away with in class." (actually, thats a tally i keep for myself..)
i know im going to eventually force myself to pause the procrastination and get the gears a-movin because ive got a bigger goal in mind. i want a college degree so that i can make more money and make a better life for myself. i just wish i could fall asleep and wake up four years later with a degree. or better yet, i wish i could stay awake, travel the world, hang out with stephen colbert, jon stewart and my little cousins, eat my way across the united states, italy and france, go shopping, watch suspense flicks, frequent the zoo, and four years later end up with a degree. ive even chosen my major. im majoring in life with a minor in humor.
now thats cool school..
--amandamargaret
im not talking about skipping up mount everest sans oxygen or trying to imagine what muhammad actually looks like or attempting to raise christine o'donnells IQ above 85. no. im talking about a truly unreachable feat: finishing my research paper.
DUNDUNDUNNNNNNN...
and before you say, "oh amanda, get over yourself. just buckle down and write the damn thing." you should shut up. because ive tried many times to sit down at the computer and let the inspiration flow from my cranium to my fingertips but then i get distracted by something. like my tapping foot. or dust. its no secret that i suffer from a detrimental case of adhd. (the moment i came out of the womb i was distracted by the shiny chrome light fixtures.) ive ingested the equivalent of a pharmeceutical warehouse in concentration medication but the side effects of jittery-ness, constant hunger and a meaner, more sarcastic personality outweight the intended effect of calming-the-eff down. so i paused the prescriptions and instead simply tried to embrace my adhd-ness. but unfortunately, with great hyperactivity comes great procrastination. because honestly, if youve got enough crazy shit bouncing around in your head and enough energy to power the state of maryland, youre not going to sit down for four hours straight and write a five page paper on the most boring topic in the world. no. youre going to make several attempts and then realize how profoundly dull it is, and instead, go outside. unfortunately, college doesnt give you credit for the amount of smiles per semester. instead they count "grades" and "papers" and "amount of sleep you can get away with in class." (actually, thats a tally i keep for myself..)
i know im going to eventually force myself to pause the procrastination and get the gears a-movin because ive got a bigger goal in mind. i want a college degree so that i can make more money and make a better life for myself. i just wish i could fall asleep and wake up four years later with a degree. or better yet, i wish i could stay awake, travel the world, hang out with stephen colbert, jon stewart and my little cousins, eat my way across the united states, italy and france, go shopping, watch suspense flicks, frequent the zoo, and four years later end up with a degree. ive even chosen my major. im majoring in life with a minor in humor.
now thats cool school..
--amandamargaret
i wish i was leavin on a jet plane..
as life in norman steadily rolls on, i find myself becoming increasingly bored with my surroundings. its not nearly as bad as last year, since edmond is basically the white-bread capital of the midwest. (the most exciting thing that has happened in that town was the fact that the olympic gymnast, shannon miller, went to middle school there. needless to say, that town was BUMPIN.) but ive been feeling more and more stagnant. ive been daydreaming about my summer trip to mount zion and colorado and im itching to get back.. i mean, jesus, just look at it..
the travel bug is more contagious than swine flu (also alot more pleasant) and ive been infected once again.
i believe this calls for a travel channel marathon.
--amandamargaret
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| no wonder john denver wrote so many freaking songs about aspen..  polygamy |
i believe this calls for a travel channel marathon.
--amandamargaret
Sunday, October 10, 2010
tententen
october tenth, two thousand and ten.
what a historic day.
for the first time in a century, the date will read ten ten ten. thats the same number three times. its almost as cool as last year on september ninth. and the year before on august eighth. and the year before on july seventh. its almost like how a calendar works! couples are probably getting married on this specific day so that they can tell their children how good they were at spotting numerological patterns. expectant mothers are probably taking breaks from screaming at their husbands to scream at their obgyns to induce them on this specific day so that they can have the best birthing story of all the moms at pta meetings. and sandwich shops are probably using this repetitive date to drive up sales with the panini promotion of a lifetime.
OHMYGOD!! just think! people are going to actually buy ten baguettes to get ten free! people are actually going to walk out of lee's sandwich shop with twenty baguettes! people will have enough bread to feed the entire town of east thermopolis, wyoming and yet theyll probably end up using it for sandwiches until the date reads 11/11/11. mmm.. useless gluttony...
in other news..
two days ago, i registered to vote. so ladies and gentlemen i would like to take this moment to announce my official party membership.
i am very proud to say that i am an official....
(cue annoyingly long drumroll)...
DEMOCRAT!!
(DA DAAHHHH!! *cymbal crash*)
thats right, im an ass. but honestly id rather an ass rather than a blundering gargantuan with a brain the size of a peanut that has had its dignity slowly but surely stripped away by continuously being the mediocre star of circuses worldwide. funnily enough, that perfectly describes many republicans.. way to go thomas nast.. i believe you hit the nail on the head with that one.
but i am very proud that i registered. i obviously couldnt register or vote in the last election cause i was seventeen (damn you twenty-sixth amendment!) so when i turned eighteen, i immediately began to wait until the last minute to register. even though i am a proud citizen of the american nation, i still hold dual citizenship of the procrasti-nation so i had to uphold my "ill-do-it-later-duties." (also a member of the colbert nation and imagi-nation) so five hundred and twenty nine days later, i registered and now i feel like a real citizen. now i get to have a say in how our country is run. because i registered, there is one more ballot that has to be counted and one more voice that gets heard before it is quickly muted by the majority that does not agree with me. awesome. still it is a patriotic duty that i believe everyone should fufill. plus you get that "i voted" sticker and some candy from the voting place. patriotism at its finest!
oh my god. its 3:45 on 10/10/10! these chronological and repetitive time and date patterns are too much for me to handle. now if youll excuse me, im going to count my ten fingers and ten toes ten times while singing this song in my head.
--amandamargaret
what a historic day.
for the first time in a century, the date will read ten ten ten. thats the same number three times. its almost as cool as last year on september ninth. and the year before on august eighth. and the year before on july seventh. its almost like how a calendar works! couples are probably getting married on this specific day so that they can tell their children how good they were at spotting numerological patterns. expectant mothers are probably taking breaks from screaming at their husbands to scream at their obgyns to induce them on this specific day so that they can have the best birthing story of all the moms at pta meetings. and sandwich shops are probably using this repetitive date to drive up sales with the panini promotion of a lifetime.
OHMYGOD!! just think! people are going to actually buy ten baguettes to get ten free! people are actually going to walk out of lee's sandwich shop with twenty baguettes! people will have enough bread to feed the entire town of east thermopolis, wyoming and yet theyll probably end up using it for sandwiches until the date reads 11/11/11. mmm.. useless gluttony...
in other news..
two days ago, i registered to vote. so ladies and gentlemen i would like to take this moment to announce my official party membership.
i am very proud to say that i am an official....
(cue annoyingly long drumroll)...
DEMOCRAT!!
(DA DAAHHHH!! *cymbal crash*)
thats right, im an ass. but honestly id rather an ass rather than a blundering gargantuan with a brain the size of a peanut that has had its dignity slowly but surely stripped away by continuously being the mediocre star of circuses worldwide. funnily enough, that perfectly describes many republicans.. way to go thomas nast.. i believe you hit the nail on the head with that one.
but i am very proud that i registered. i obviously couldnt register or vote in the last election cause i was seventeen (damn you twenty-sixth amendment!) so when i turned eighteen, i immediately began to wait until the last minute to register. even though i am a proud citizen of the american nation, i still hold dual citizenship of the procrasti-nation so i had to uphold my "ill-do-it-later-duties." (also a member of the colbert nation and imagi-nation) so five hundred and twenty nine days later, i registered and now i feel like a real citizen. now i get to have a say in how our country is run. because i registered, there is one more ballot that has to be counted and one more voice that gets heard before it is quickly muted by the majority that does not agree with me. awesome. still it is a patriotic duty that i believe everyone should fufill. plus you get that "i voted" sticker and some candy from the voting place. patriotism at its finest!
oh my god. its 3:45 on 10/10/10! these chronological and repetitive time and date patterns are too much for me to handle. now if youll excuse me, im going to count my ten fingers and ten toes ten times while singing this song in my head.
--amandamargaret
Thursday, October 7, 2010
excursions at walmart
so after class, i made a mini trip to walmart (otherwise known as wage-cut-istan or the land of no benefits) cause i had been craving lemon poppyseed muffins for about eight months give or take a couple weeks and seeing as they have an auto-care, garden gallery, full supermarket and miley cyrus' entire clothing line i would assume that they have something as simple as a lemony baked good. but to my utter shock and total disgruntlement (is that a word?) they didnt freaking have them. i asked three walmart employees where they hid them and they did not take to me kindly. they certainly did not live up to the slaphappy smiley face on their nametags thats for damn sure. so instead of plopping down in the middle of the bakery section and wailing, i grabbed the nearest and second best baked good; a box of six buttery croissants. which honestly, is not that much of a step down seeing as they taste better than eucharist. and by eucharist i dont mean that best choice brand wheat thin that they serve at mass, i mean jesus' body. it tastes like salvation.
so after i had chosen my breakfast food for the week, i began to head over to the self checkout (i have yet to fully complete a transaction at the self checkout without somehow screwing it all up and mandating the nearest grumbling employee to roll their eyes at my lack of touch screen knowledge and stomp over to "help," a term that i very very loosely use.) but i quickly became distracted by the massive pumpkin display smack dab in the middle of the main aisle (still cant figure out how i missed it the first time.. it was literally taller than me.) and since im all about autumn, i couldnt help but freak out and throw eight of the highly-pigmented vegetables in my cart. after realizing that i didnt want to spend thirty-two dollars on pumpkins, i put six of the less attractive ones back. (sadly, i judge a pumpkin by its bright-as-john-boehner's-skin cover.) but then i discovered the brand new pumpkin hybrid; the tiger pumpkin. so i promptly threw three in my cart and ran for the register before my frugality could take hold of my reason. and even though the cost was more than ridiculous for barely edible vegetables, i remain proud in my purchases. now i just need scalpels and a childlike whimsy and next thing you know, ill produce a family of jackolanterns. maybe i can class one up like a kennedy and call her jackie o lantern. how halloween chic..
the moral of the story is that the only thing walmart is good for is encouraging impulse buyng, disappointing customers on bakery items and slashing employee benefits like theyre freddy krueger.
next time, im going to target.
--amandamargaret
so after i had chosen my breakfast food for the week, i began to head over to the self checkout (i have yet to fully complete a transaction at the self checkout without somehow screwing it all up and mandating the nearest grumbling employee to roll their eyes at my lack of touch screen knowledge and stomp over to "help," a term that i very very loosely use.) but i quickly became distracted by the massive pumpkin display smack dab in the middle of the main aisle (still cant figure out how i missed it the first time.. it was literally taller than me.) and since im all about autumn, i couldnt help but freak out and throw eight of the highly-pigmented vegetables in my cart. after realizing that i didnt want to spend thirty-two dollars on pumpkins, i put six of the less attractive ones back. (sadly, i judge a pumpkin by its bright-as-john-boehner's-skin cover.) but then i discovered the brand new pumpkin hybrid; the tiger pumpkin. so i promptly threw three in my cart and ran for the register before my frugality could take hold of my reason. and even though the cost was more than ridiculous for barely edible vegetables, i remain proud in my purchases. now i just need scalpels and a childlike whimsy and next thing you know, ill produce a family of jackolanterns. maybe i can class one up like a kennedy and call her jackie o lantern. how halloween chic..
the moral of the story is that the only thing walmart is good for is encouraging impulse buyng, disappointing customers on bakery items and slashing employee benefits like theyre freddy krueger.
next time, im going to target.
--amandamargaret
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
seriously gleeking out
okay so while watching glee, i go through an entire spectum of emotions. allow me to recap the episode in the most loquacious way possible.
first, im freaking the eff out because none other than the great william joel is being featured on the show. as puck sings his song 'only the good die young' im dancing like a psychotic gypsy around the apartment and singing along. just in case you dont know, which im guessing you dont, billy joel is my all-time favorite artist on the globe. i would sell a kidney to go to one of his concerts. yeah. im that kind of obsessed.
second, kurts dad falls dramatically to the ground in his car shop or wherever he works. (what does he do again?) next scene zooms in on kurts heartbroken face as they tell him that his dad has suffered a heart attack. while burt hummels heart is attacking, my heart is breaking. the look on kurts face.. no fabulous gay man should have to go through pain like that. (yes i realize this is a tv show but i sympathize with fabulousity and gay men. i love them both.)
anyways blahdiblah rachel sings an annoying song about papas and mamas and not the molesting john phillips kind. OH I WENT THERE. its basically just lea michele fufilling her two-song-an-episode contract with the show and the entire time, im just waiting for her overdramatic and over-synthesized solo to end. seriously, that girl rubs me a certain way and its alll wrong. just cant stand her. blearghh
also, through the entire episode, finn the jock is utterly convinced that hes found a direct line to god through an overcooked grilled cheese sandwich he's dubbed "grilled cheezus." way to go finn. youve found a name so cleverly obvious and totally wierd at the same time. at least he's worshipping a tasty food and not a bag of pork rinds or an overly ripened avocado.
fast-forward to the typical swaying-and-screaming-in-the-aisle black baptist church (stereotypes are fun, arent they?) kurt, dressed in his sun-gay best listens to mercedes belt out 'bridge over troubled water.' i swear the girl has got more pipes than the sewage system of chicago. its very heartwarming to see kurt start to warm up to religion. or maybe he just looks that happy because of all the big black women's church hats.
back at the hospital, after a truly heartwrenching childhood reminiscing, kurts dad's hand twitches! he is comatose no longer! praise be to chanel almighty!
after everything winds down, the club de glee sings 'what if god was one of us' a song that kindof freaks me out to begin with but when they are all dressed in white with spotlight halos dancing on their heads it just gets a little too creepy. and to top off the show, in the most dramatic way possible, finn does the unthinkable.. HE EATS THE MESSIANDWICH!!! (the more cheesy and buttery cousin of the traditional eucharist) hopefully this just means that he will resorb christs healing and magical powers in order to get New Directions a freaking first place win next season. cause they did so badly at sectionals. i mean really its just sad.
that was my gleekout. hope you enjoyed.
--amandamargaret
first, im freaking the eff out because none other than the great william joel is being featured on the show. as puck sings his song 'only the good die young' im dancing like a psychotic gypsy around the apartment and singing along. just in case you dont know, which im guessing you dont, billy joel is my all-time favorite artist on the globe. i would sell a kidney to go to one of his concerts. yeah. im that kind of obsessed.
second, kurts dad falls dramatically to the ground in his car shop or wherever he works. (what does he do again?) next scene zooms in on kurts heartbroken face as they tell him that his dad has suffered a heart attack. while burt hummels heart is attacking, my heart is breaking. the look on kurts face.. no fabulous gay man should have to go through pain like that. (yes i realize this is a tv show but i sympathize with fabulousity and gay men. i love them both.)
anyways blahdiblah rachel sings an annoying song about papas and mamas and not the molesting john phillips kind. OH I WENT THERE. its basically just lea michele fufilling her two-song-an-episode contract with the show and the entire time, im just waiting for her overdramatic and over-synthesized solo to end. seriously, that girl rubs me a certain way and its alll wrong. just cant stand her. blearghh
also, through the entire episode, finn the jock is utterly convinced that hes found a direct line to god through an overcooked grilled cheese sandwich he's dubbed "grilled cheezus." way to go finn. youve found a name so cleverly obvious and totally wierd at the same time. at least he's worshipping a tasty food and not a bag of pork rinds or an overly ripened avocado.
fast-forward to the typical swaying-and-screaming-in-the-aisle black baptist church (stereotypes are fun, arent they?) kurt, dressed in his sun-gay best listens to mercedes belt out 'bridge over troubled water.' i swear the girl has got more pipes than the sewage system of chicago. its very heartwarming to see kurt start to warm up to religion. or maybe he just looks that happy because of all the big black women's church hats.
back at the hospital, after a truly heartwrenching childhood reminiscing, kurts dad's hand twitches! he is comatose no longer! praise be to chanel almighty!
after everything winds down, the club de glee sings 'what if god was one of us' a song that kindof freaks me out to begin with but when they are all dressed in white with spotlight halos dancing on their heads it just gets a little too creepy. and to top off the show, in the most dramatic way possible, finn does the unthinkable.. HE EATS THE MESSIANDWICH!!! (the more cheesy and buttery cousin of the traditional eucharist) hopefully this just means that he will resorb christs healing and magical powers in order to get New Directions a freaking first place win next season. cause they did so badly at sectionals. i mean really its just sad.
that was my gleekout. hope you enjoyed.
--amandamargaret
Sunday, October 3, 2010
cause: insomnia. effect: blog posts.
i. cant. sleep.
which is totally awesome in the way that its not at all. cause im freaking exhausty. well, my body is exhaustified but my brain is in overdrive which im sure happens to everyone at least six nights a week. no? its just me? fan-bloody-tastic.
in other news.
NOTRE DAME WON. thats right non-believers, our lady of notre dame kicked the ever-loving snot out of the boston college eagles and then laughed at their plight. 31-13. and throughout the entire game, boston college only gained ten rushing yards. im pretty sure that means bc sucks it. a-booyah. i would have been cheering on my boys on the telly but i had work for the entirety of the game. so i got text updates from nd.edu. theyre detailed and free and i love them. cant wait to see them play live on october 30!!
also OU WON. which was lovely. cause bexas tlows. so all in all it was a great saturday for amanda's football teams.
okay so if you (im talking to you, three followers) didnt pick it up already, im obsessed with a man named stephen tyrone colbert. and if i wasnt already going to the hallowed ground we call notre dame stadium, i would be at his march to keep fear alive before you could say stephen colbeagle the eagle. but i still want to rep the colbert nation pride by purchasing one of these hoodies/tshirts and wearing them everywhere.
http://www.cafepress.com/+team_colbert_zip_hoodie_dark,468613326
http://www.cafepress.com/+march_to_keep_fear_alive_shirt,469691978
http://www.cafepress.com/+keep_fear_alive_hoodie_dark,470334696
donations are welcome.
i need to get up in six hours. i dont know how that is possible.
peace internet. see ya next time i get bored.
--amandamargaret
which is totally awesome in the way that its not at all. cause im freaking exhausty. well, my body is exhaustified but my brain is in overdrive which im sure happens to everyone at least six nights a week. no? its just me? fan-bloody-tastic.
in other news.
NOTRE DAME WON. thats right non-believers, our lady of notre dame kicked the ever-loving snot out of the boston college eagles and then laughed at their plight. 31-13. and throughout the entire game, boston college only gained ten rushing yards. im pretty sure that means bc sucks it. a-booyah. i would have been cheering on my boys on the telly but i had work for the entirety of the game. so i got text updates from nd.edu. theyre detailed and free and i love them. cant wait to see them play live on october 30!!
also OU WON. which was lovely. cause bexas tlows. so all in all it was a great saturday for amanda's football teams.
okay so if you (im talking to you, three followers) didnt pick it up already, im obsessed with a man named stephen tyrone colbert. and if i wasnt already going to the hallowed ground we call notre dame stadium, i would be at his march to keep fear alive before you could say stephen colbeagle the eagle. but i still want to rep the colbert nation pride by purchasing one of these hoodies/tshirts and wearing them everywhere.
http://www.cafepress.com/+team_colbert_zip_hoodie_dark,468613326
http://www.cafepress.com/+march_to_keep_fear_alive_shirt,469691978
http://www.cafepress.com/+keep_fear_alive_hoodie_dark,470334696
donations are welcome.
i need to get up in six hours. i dont know how that is possible.
peace internet. see ya next time i get bored.
--amandamargaret
Saturday, September 25, 2010
stephen colbert is the best thing to happen to america since george washington ate sliced bread while signing the declaration of independence and thinking to himself "maybe women should have the right to vote.."
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/09/24/stephen-colbert-hearing-v_n_737813.html
this should be proof enough..
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/09/24/stephen-colbert-hearing-v_n_737813.html
this should be proof enough..
Thursday, September 23, 2010
today is typical. and im not sure i like it.
i woke up at exactly 1150, which is a plus because for the past week i have found it impossible to wake up before noon. ten points, amanda. after rolling out on the wrong side of the bed, i slapped on some makeup, my jean capris and my gray bow sweatshirt (a purchase i made because i wanted to wear gray sweats without looking as slobby as i feel) and headed out the door for weekly grocery shopping at walmart. after splitting the forty dollar bill with my sister, i went to lunch and split the twelve dollar bill with my friend. now that im home, im realizing what a day it has been. its exactly like my sweatshirt. gray, cheap and plain with a bow slapped on it to make it look special. scarily, i find a great similarity in my clothing choices and my life choices. ive become so comfortable with the ordinary but still, i attempt to make an effort with half-ass embellishments. its frustrating enough to drive me to make a statement and change into a super-hot outfit just to prove to myself that im not monotonous and boring but that would mean that i have to get up and put forth an effort and im just too tired. which proves my previous point. sigh.
in more lighthearted and light-colored news, FALL IS HERE!!!!!!! and if you didnt get the hint from the seven exclamation points, i love fall. its my favorite season. the entire landscape gets a major wardrobe change, the air gets electrifyingly crisp and the temperature begins its yearly plummet. i cant wait until that day when i step outside and immediately retreat back indoors to retrieve scarves and coats from my stockpile of winter clothes. some people find it odd that fall and winter are my favorite seasons because i love the cold. and not only do i love the cold, but i love being absolutely freezing. possibly because im naturally a warm-bodied girl, but more likely because being cold reminds me that im alive. the burning in my lungs as i inhale, the tingle of my skin as my goosebumps take over, the numbness in my face as i face the bitterly cold wind are all constant reminders that i am in fact living. there is no better constant nature-made reminder than feeling the un-feeling in my fingers and toes as they succumb to sub-freezing temperatures. god i love this time of year. another reason why i love the change of seasons is that it spices things up a bit. the monotony of the weather is broken and the world gets a wake-up jolt, something ive obviously been needing. not to mention that hot chocolate and croissants creep into my diet alot more around the fall months. i should buy some panera stock now because i know im going to help drive it up with my frequent trips.
okay im going to silence my fingers now. no more typing amanda. im gonna just sit back, listen to music and put those olfactory senses to work as the enticing pumpkin pie candle scent fills the room.. aaaaah autumn.
--amandamcoughlin
i woke up at exactly 1150, which is a plus because for the past week i have found it impossible to wake up before noon. ten points, amanda. after rolling out on the wrong side of the bed, i slapped on some makeup, my jean capris and my gray bow sweatshirt (a purchase i made because i wanted to wear gray sweats without looking as slobby as i feel) and headed out the door for weekly grocery shopping at walmart. after splitting the forty dollar bill with my sister, i went to lunch and split the twelve dollar bill with my friend. now that im home, im realizing what a day it has been. its exactly like my sweatshirt. gray, cheap and plain with a bow slapped on it to make it look special. scarily, i find a great similarity in my clothing choices and my life choices. ive become so comfortable with the ordinary but still, i attempt to make an effort with half-ass embellishments. its frustrating enough to drive me to make a statement and change into a super-hot outfit just to prove to myself that im not monotonous and boring but that would mean that i have to get up and put forth an effort and im just too tired. which proves my previous point. sigh.
in more lighthearted and light-colored news, FALL IS HERE!!!!!!! and if you didnt get the hint from the seven exclamation points, i love fall. its my favorite season. the entire landscape gets a major wardrobe change, the air gets electrifyingly crisp and the temperature begins its yearly plummet. i cant wait until that day when i step outside and immediately retreat back indoors to retrieve scarves and coats from my stockpile of winter clothes. some people find it odd that fall and winter are my favorite seasons because i love the cold. and not only do i love the cold, but i love being absolutely freezing. possibly because im naturally a warm-bodied girl, but more likely because being cold reminds me that im alive. the burning in my lungs as i inhale, the tingle of my skin as my goosebumps take over, the numbness in my face as i face the bitterly cold wind are all constant reminders that i am in fact living. there is no better constant nature-made reminder than feeling the un-feeling in my fingers and toes as they succumb to sub-freezing temperatures. god i love this time of year. another reason why i love the change of seasons is that it spices things up a bit. the monotony of the weather is broken and the world gets a wake-up jolt, something ive obviously been needing. not to mention that hot chocolate and croissants creep into my diet alot more around the fall months. i should buy some panera stock now because i know im going to help drive it up with my frequent trips.
okay im going to silence my fingers now. no more typing amanda. im gonna just sit back, listen to music and put those olfactory senses to work as the enticing pumpkin pie candle scent fills the room.. aaaaah autumn.
--amandamcoughlin
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
eat stress love
its been a while since ive blogged. and to all my nonexistent followers, i apologize. but ive been busy. "with what?" the figments of my imagination may ask. and to them i say "shut up." because i havent really been busy. but it feels like i have been. theres been things going on lately that just seem to take up all of my time and definitely all of my energy. many family dramas, money troubles, and several insomniac-filled nights. but it feels like i have been.
but something that i havent been "busy" enough to do is read. ive been trying to read more lately because thats an activity that has proven time and time again to calm me. so two nights ago, i decided to calmify myself and plop down with elizabeth gilberts "eat pray love." her phrasing and word choices are fantastic and it really is a great read so far. theres a sentence she uses to describe her mom that i fell in love with. "to my eye, there is nothing that this woman can not do on her own." after reading that, i immediately paused my reading and thought to myself, 'that is exactly how i want to be viewed. i want my family, friends, and potential spouse and kids to think that about me.' so i halted my literature sesh and made a poster featuring my new motto and stuck it on my mirror. now everytime i get ready for the day, i see that quote and it inspires me to awe people with my newfound independence and spunky drive.
now that weve taken care of my new literature obsessions, lets move on to my others.
so my new musical obsession comes in the form of a man named ben rector. he is a god and i love his slightly gruffy voice, upbeat music and insightful/wise lyrics. ive been listening to him alot on grooveshark.com (by the way, amaaazing free music website) and favorite songs to date are the beat and loving you is easy. chchchchchchcheck it out. (yes i did count the ch's)
my new food obsession comes in the form of quesadillas. well, let me rephrase, quesadillas are by no means a 'new' obsession, just a resurrected one. and this resurrection rivals christs. i love america and everything but seriously, god bless mexico. day-um.
my new pasttime obsession is (brace yourself) exercising. alright now ill go get the smelling salts to revive everyone from their shock-induced faints. ive actually been running alot lately. just yesterday, i ran almost eight miles and ive been a frequent at the gym too. the elliptical and i have become acquaintances if not friends. were definitely not bosom buddies (no one will ever hear me utter the words bosom buddies pertaining to exercise equipment. in fact im shocked i even used it at all, i hate that phrase) but the fact that im going on a semi-regular basis is exciting enough. my vital organs are thrilled theyll be in operation for longer than thirty years and might i add that im excited about that too.
okay ive rambled on for a good page or eight so im gonna skidaddle. (im bringing it back, just you wait)
elizabeth gilbert and plate of chocolate chip cookies, i challenge you to a duel prepare to be destroyed.
--amandamargaret
but something that i havent been "busy" enough to do is read. ive been trying to read more lately because thats an activity that has proven time and time again to calm me. so two nights ago, i decided to calmify myself and plop down with elizabeth gilberts "eat pray love." her phrasing and word choices are fantastic and it really is a great read so far. theres a sentence she uses to describe her mom that i fell in love with. "to my eye, there is nothing that this woman can not do on her own." after reading that, i immediately paused my reading and thought to myself, 'that is exactly how i want to be viewed. i want my family, friends, and potential spouse and kids to think that about me.' so i halted my literature sesh and made a poster featuring my new motto and stuck it on my mirror. now everytime i get ready for the day, i see that quote and it inspires me to awe people with my newfound independence and spunky drive.
now that weve taken care of my new literature obsessions, lets move on to my others.
so my new musical obsession comes in the form of a man named ben rector. he is a god and i love his slightly gruffy voice, upbeat music and insightful/wise lyrics. ive been listening to him alot on grooveshark.com (by the way, amaaazing free music website) and favorite songs to date are the beat and loving you is easy. chchchchchchcheck it out. (yes i did count the ch's)
my new food obsession comes in the form of quesadillas. well, let me rephrase, quesadillas are by no means a 'new' obsession, just a resurrected one. and this resurrection rivals christs. i love america and everything but seriously, god bless mexico. day-um.
my new pasttime obsession is (brace yourself) exercising. alright now ill go get the smelling salts to revive everyone from their shock-induced faints. ive actually been running alot lately. just yesterday, i ran almost eight miles and ive been a frequent at the gym too. the elliptical and i have become acquaintances if not friends. were definitely not bosom buddies (no one will ever hear me utter the words bosom buddies pertaining to exercise equipment. in fact im shocked i even used it at all, i hate that phrase) but the fact that im going on a semi-regular basis is exciting enough. my vital organs are thrilled theyll be in operation for longer than thirty years and might i add that im excited about that too.
okay ive rambled on for a good page or eight so im gonna skidaddle. (im bringing it back, just you wait)
elizabeth gilbert and plate of chocolate chip cookies, i challenge you to a duel prepare to be destroyed.
--amandamargaret
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Hola Escuela!
its that time of year again. (no its not the most wonderful time of the year, dont get your hopes too high.) its the start of school! a time that makes me want to manically buy boxes upon boxes of pencils, pens, and those cute little markers and then a couple weeks later makes me want to use my recent purchases to stab my skull. im not going to lie to you blogspot, i have mixed feelings about school. its not by any means a feelings smoothie but at least a emotion salad. im super excited about being able to completely start over, to wipe the slate clean and start fresh. ive got a new school, a new schedule and a new maturity level. but im nervous like no one can believe. i messed up so badly last year and im scared that im going to repeat my mistakes. it is said that "those who dont study history are doomed to repeat it". luckily im taking history and government this semester so i wont repeat my mistakes right? but i really am hopeful. my schedule is as follows.
mondays-
930-1050: intro to public speaking
12-1250: american federal government
130-4: english comp 1
530-8: us history from the civil war
wednesdays-
930-1050: intro to public speaking
12-1250: american federal government
130-4: english comp 1
fridays-
12-1250: american federal government
so im going to be at occc all day. which means i wont have much else to do besides do my homework and study. im really glad it worked out that way. my problem isnt that im not intelligent, because i am. (hair toss) my problem is my lack of discipline. thats the flaw that i need to overcome not only in this semester, but in my life.
so here we go! this is the beginning of the new amanda. new town. new apartment. new school. new classes. new friends. new lifestyle. new outlook.
new.. its basically ew with a n. damn.
mondays-
930-1050: intro to public speaking
12-1250: american federal government
130-4: english comp 1
530-8: us history from the civil war
wednesdays-
930-1050: intro to public speaking
12-1250: american federal government
130-4: english comp 1
fridays-
12-1250: american federal government
so im going to be at occc all day. which means i wont have much else to do besides do my homework and study. im really glad it worked out that way. my problem isnt that im not intelligent, because i am. (hair toss) my problem is my lack of discipline. thats the flaw that i need to overcome not only in this semester, but in my life.
so here we go! this is the beginning of the new amanda. new town. new apartment. new school. new classes. new friends. new lifestyle. new outlook.
new.. its basically ew with a n. damn.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Exercise = Muscle Punishment
lately, my food intake has increased and my heart race has been on the decline. this is becoming more and more evident by my lack of definition in my stomach and bloated ass. the thing is, im naturally a thin girl and i have abs, its just that theyre hiding behind a layer of brownies. so last night, mary kate and i sought to solve the ever growing stomach problem by going for a run. (note: i did not suggest this. obvi) but i got on the sportsbra and soffees and complied with her excercise euphoria. unfortunately and predictably it did not remain as euphoric as once hoped. about five minutes in we started cramping, mk got shin splints and i witnessed my knees turn to pale and unshaven jelly. but, like any respectable coughlin, we persevered and actually ran/jogged/walked for over an hour. hail the conquering heroes!
we interrupt this blog to bring you this announcement: it is currently 3:33 am. make a wish.
now back to your regularly scheduled rambling..
so we arrived back at the apartment and i did a couple quick stretches, hopped in the shower and got ready for a night out. and thats where i went wrong... because apparently, when you endure a strenuous workout for the first time in months, youre supposed to stretch like a yogi master in order to avoid the hellish and dreaded muscle soreness. as made evident earlier, i only did a couple fingertip-to-the-carpet routines so i was in for a world of hurt. let me rephrase; eighteen galaxies worth of hurt. i woke up the next morning and experienced a sensation similar to when joints are placed in cement and then frozen at subzero temperatures for a couple thousand years, give or take a couple months. when i finally plopped myself on the ground, i tried to recouperate by attemping my weak-ass stretches, but the cemented joints refused to comply and instead plunged me into pain. i spent the rest of the day silently whimpering while i walked and groaning when i lifted so much as a finger let alone (god forbid) a whole arm.
despite the annoyance and pain and short-of-breath that accompanies exercise, i do realize that its important if i a) want to be healthy, b) want to look sa-mokin, and c) live longer than the age of thirty-five.
so it is with a heavy, yet quickly beating heart that i announce my return to the world of fitness.
knee-joints and boobs, youre in for a bumpy ride..
we interrupt this blog to bring you this announcement: it is currently 3:33 am. make a wish.
now back to your regularly scheduled rambling..
so we arrived back at the apartment and i did a couple quick stretches, hopped in the shower and got ready for a night out. and thats where i went wrong... because apparently, when you endure a strenuous workout for the first time in months, youre supposed to stretch like a yogi master in order to avoid the hellish and dreaded muscle soreness. as made evident earlier, i only did a couple fingertip-to-the-carpet routines so i was in for a world of hurt. let me rephrase; eighteen galaxies worth of hurt. i woke up the next morning and experienced a sensation similar to when joints are placed in cement and then frozen at subzero temperatures for a couple thousand years, give or take a couple months. when i finally plopped myself on the ground, i tried to recouperate by attemping my weak-ass stretches, but the cemented joints refused to comply and instead plunged me into pain. i spent the rest of the day silently whimpering while i walked and groaning when i lifted so much as a finger let alone (god forbid) a whole arm.
despite the annoyance and pain and short-of-breath that accompanies exercise, i do realize that its important if i a) want to be healthy, b) want to look sa-mokin, and c) live longer than the age of thirty-five.
so it is with a heavy, yet quickly beating heart that i announce my return to the world of fitness.
knee-joints and boobs, youre in for a bumpy ride..
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Changes
today has been a very interesting and incredibly productive day. but im winding it all down. its three thirty and im watching sex and the city in my new apartment. thats right. my new apartment. eek! im sharing with my sister. we moved in today with the help of some of mary kates guy friends. thank god for them, otherwise we would have been two non-muscled white girls trying to lift a bed frame and ending up dropping said bed frame over the three-story balcony. after everything got settled in, i made the boys a spaghetti dinner and might i say that it was a freaking fantastic dinner. mama leone would be so proud.
its interesting, the changes that are going on in my life. i enrolled at otripp today and even though im proud that i got off my enlarged ass and drove the thirty minutes to get there im still shocked by it all. i did not envision my life this way; that i would be at a community college instead of a four year university taking twelve hours instead of fifteen, commuting an hour a day, three days a week, living in an apartment with my sister. its interesting.. my life is nothing like i planned or wanted, but its everything that i need. there are things missing now, but i know its how its supposed to be. im nineteen for christs sake, i shouldnt have it all figured out. if i did, the rest of my life would be so monotonous and uninteresting. lifes not worth living if youre not constantly on your toes. new motto.
changes are good i guess. even if they are hard to take, scary to accept or fun to experience. cause if we never changed, we wouldnt exist. we wouldnt evolve into who we are or should become. we would be stuck in the past and in the pasts past, never knowing any different.
so hey life..
bring on the changes.
its interesting, the changes that are going on in my life. i enrolled at otripp today and even though im proud that i got off my enlarged ass and drove the thirty minutes to get there im still shocked by it all. i did not envision my life this way; that i would be at a community college instead of a four year university taking twelve hours instead of fifteen, commuting an hour a day, three days a week, living in an apartment with my sister. its interesting.. my life is nothing like i planned or wanted, but its everything that i need. there are things missing now, but i know its how its supposed to be. im nineteen for christs sake, i shouldnt have it all figured out. if i did, the rest of my life would be so monotonous and uninteresting. lifes not worth living if youre not constantly on your toes. new motto.
changes are good i guess. even if they are hard to take, scary to accept or fun to experience. cause if we never changed, we wouldnt exist. we wouldnt evolve into who we are or should become. we would be stuck in the past and in the pasts past, never knowing any different.
so hey life..
bring on the changes.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
No Longer A Blogspot Virgin!
hello blogspot,
my name is amanda coughlin. there are some things you should know about me before we get started.
1- i am super bored.
2- i am up way too early.
3- i like to speak my mind and get things off my chest.
so these things have collided and ive decided to set up a blog. brace yourself internet! youre about to get a heavy dose of my thoughts! you might need a helmet. or a sedative. probably both..
until next time..
amandamargaret
my name is amanda coughlin. there are some things you should know about me before we get started.
1- i am super bored.
2- i am up way too early.
3- i like to speak my mind and get things off my chest.
so these things have collided and ive decided to set up a blog. brace yourself internet! youre about to get a heavy dose of my thoughts! you might need a helmet. or a sedative. probably both..
until next time..
amandamargaret
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