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dear readers, welcome inside my brain.

Here’s the thought I just had:

I wonder how many glasses of wine spill, on average, every time there’s an earthquake

DEEP THOUGHTS OVER HERE, DEEEEP THOUGHTS.

[Posted by Mallory]

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hump day isn’t just for crying.

On this lovely little October Wednesday, I’d like to share some random thoughts with you. (Don’t worry…cry face is coming.) I haven’t posted in a while either, and it’s partly because my mom was here in DC to visit, and partly because my computer broke. (And I have to go to Arlington to fix it…THE HORROR!)

I had a lovely little weekend with the mother, and we got to do some touristy things and eat a lot and she took me to do this foreign activity — shopping — that we poor grad students (read: irresponsible grad students who’d rather spend their $75 weekly budget on overpriced gin and tonics than clothes) can’t do very often. (Random side note: a kid I don’t know very well who tends to be sort of loud and intense just looked over my shoulder and was like “OOH someone has a WordPress blog!” Which made me self conscious.) (Yes there are too many parentheses in this post.)

Um where was I? Ah yes, random thoughts. I’ve been in a weird mood for the past few days. Alternately introspective in a delightful, happy way and in a depressed, go-home-and-listen-to-Dashboard way.  First of all, I’ve been having lots of political debates with my family. In fact, I’ve argued with every member of my immediate family this week. My mother is still on the fence about the election, due to the fact that she has been brainwashed by my father. My sister is currently being brainwashed by her conservative Kansas friends to be “terrified of Obama.” My father has been palling around with McCain for years, but we recently got in an email debate about abortion, in which I threw out the cliche trump card…”Dad, what if I was raped and got pregnant?”

Things have been getting kind of heated, which has been giving me agida. Unfortunately, I often get so angry that I can’t articulate coherent thoughts. All I want to scream is “HOW ARE YOU PEOPLE RELATED TO ME?! JUMP IN THE TANK WITH ME AND BARACK!” and then make them carve Barack pumpkins while looking at pictures of Sasha and Malia.

Sigh. Let’s just say I had to wear my flannel nightgown last night.

I’ve also had lots of emo thoughts about some of the relationships in my life. I won’t get into the nitty gritty details, but I’ve come to a realization about what I value in a person. Above all, I value the following two qualities: authenticity and wackiness. I can’t stand people who are inauthentic, in all the forms that takes. And it’s not to say that I’m perfectly honest and perfectly myself 100% of the time, but I’d like to think that my core personality is fixed, and that I don’t radically change who I am based on who I’m around. Too many people do that. I hate that.

And then there’s wackiness. If you’re authentic and not wacky, I’ll probably respect you, but I won’t want to hang out with you. It’s like when people say “Well, so-and-so’s just really nice.” To which I respond, “Nice doesn’t cut it. Nice is fine. But nice is boring. I don’t want to hang out with nice.” If you’re not just a leeeetle wacky, it’s not worth it. Having friends with a little wacky in them is what makes it possible for me to still have friends even though I sometimes wear flannel nightgowns and say weird things and dance really awkwardly and am kind of a nerd.

If you’re wacky, authentic, and in the tank for Barack, I totally love you right now. Bring your flannel nightgown over. We’ll drink red wine and watch the Food Network and maybe have a dance party to old Aaliyah songs. It will be great.

If you’re not into any of the above maybe just look at the picture of Pam and Dwight and Jim until you’re so happy you almost cry. Even unauthentic boring people who love McCain deserve to feel happy once in a while.

[Posted by Mallory]

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so begins my quarter life crisis.

So yesterday I’m just driving along, listening to my beloved iPod, when “Hand In My Pocket” by my beloved Alanis comes on.  This time, however, was different from the 500,000 other times I listened to it.  I still sang poorly and confused the verses, but this time the song really resonated with me.  I mean REALLY resonated.  So I put that shiz on repeat.  Alanis and her harmonica were slaying me.  Then it hit me. Uh oh.  I am now an angsty 20-something and Alanis’ music actually applies to me.  (And everyone else, but you know what I mean.)

I began to evaluate my life.  I’m very happy, yet emo at the same time.  I’m with someone who finds my jokes tolerable (I’m funnnnny!), I’m working on a campaign (trying to be an agent of change and save the world) and living at home (if you live at home post-college, there is no explanation needed), going to South America post Election Day (backpacking around in hopes of finding some adventure), and hopefully going to grad school next fall (read: I’m not entirely sure what I want to do in life other than see the world and blog.  But this will buy me some more time.  Kidding…kind of.)

But who cares? No big deal. I want mooooooooooooooooooooooooooore.

That being said, I come up with a new plan every day.  Two days ago, I decided I wanted to become an alpaca farmer.  Seriously.  I saw some Alpacas at a local fair and fell in love with the little bucktoothed buggers.  They’re completely heinous and totally hilarious.  What can I say? I have an affinity for inner beauty.  I took a picture of one.  He is my new muse:

Cute, right?

I’m all over the place.  Just tonight I have looked at jobs with National Geographic, HuffingtonPost, and political consulting firms.  Three weeks ago I envisioned myself moving to Seattle.  Who knows?  Maybe tomorrow I’ll decide to go to med school.  Or maybe I can just get a pair of scrubs and pretend…

While this is definitely my quarter life crisis, I don’t think it’s unhealthy.  I’m in no real hurry.  I am, in fact, only 22–although I feel like a dinosaur when I get Facebooked by people born in the 1990s.  I’ve still got a lot of questions that need to be answered.  Like, what is a fire, and why does it…what’s the word…burrrrrrrrrrrrn. (That’s two Little Mermaid references in one post. Heyyyyo.)

When I do settle down, I’ll be ready for it.  And like I said before, I’m happy right now.  I’d try and describe how I feel some more (it’s half my blog I can talk about feelings all I want!), but hey, Alanis puts it best.

And what it all boils down to
Is that no one’s really got it figured out just yet
’cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
And what it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything’s just fine fine fine
’cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab.

[Posted by Kathleen]

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