Everyone Loves the Muppets

Because everyone loves the Muppets, except for UNC-Sis and that's un-American.

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Biting the Bullet

So I'm 25 years old. I have spent the last 7 years avoiding getting a credit card. It's not that i don't think they are useful or practical to have. It's simply: I do not trust myself with a credit card. I'm a girl. I have a serious shopping problem. And i don't mean i buy $150 dollar pairs of Betsey Johnson's (Love Them!), I have enough self-control not to do that (I think...) but I will spend money on clothes i don't need, or electronics (I do love nifty little toys) or toys for my dogs.

But i'm in a serious crunch right now. My job isn't giving me enough hours to cover my bills, Christmas is right around the corner, and phd applications are due quite soon. And its not that i'm flat broke, i still have a fair amount of loan money to cover a lot of these things, but not all of these things, and i don't get my new loan check until Jan 6th which is after well after when my December bills are due. So i finally bit the bullet and got a credit card. I'm not happy about it. I told Ancient Civ Chick to break my hand if i ever got a credit card. But you have to do what you have to do to survive right? Plus i can pay it off in Jan when i get my new loan money, and after that it will be for emergencies only. Plus Capital one let me choose my picture and I got the a cute flower one (see above).

But i still feel guilty about it...

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Get Inside My Head

So after months of debating I finally decided to get Twitter. Now really I can't imagine anyone wants to listen to me ramble all day. I don't even want to listen to me ramble all day. But if you want to see what goes on in an average day for me, you can now find me at: http://twitter.com/Coyote_Rose. Expect tweets about thesis writing, annoying people, my dogs, boring classes, and enough snark to make a person cry. Also, if you ever wondered what the face of a person who would put themselves through this kind of graduate school hell looked like-there is a nifty little picture of me (on a good hair day too!)

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Open Letter: Please Go Away

Dear Levi Johnston:

I don't care that you knocked up Sarah Palin's teenage daughter. That does not make you an expert on Sarah Palin or her family. Nor does that make you important. You knocked up a teenage girl. Dozens of guys have done that and none of them deserve publicity for it- you don't either. You're 15 minutes of fame should have been over 14 minutes ago. Please stop milking it for all its worth. Nobody wants to see you in playgirl. Nobody wants to see you period. Why Access Hollywood, the Insider and Entertainment Tonight keep paying attention to you is beyond me.

You have ruined your chance with your son, because at some point in his life he is going to see you on TV trashing his grandmother and is going to be pissed about it. Cause its not like you're spending a whole lot of time with him between your playgirl shoots and your media-whoring. I mean really how long do you think this fame-mongering can continue? Eventually the media will get tired of your inane babbling and your fixation on Sarah Palin. So please do yourself a favor and crawl back under what ever rock you came from and go away!

Thank you,
The Public Good

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Halloween Wrap-Up

So I realized i never gave my readers (all 3 of you) a wrap up on what i ended up doing for Halloween. So when I last left off on this story i had an adorable costume and no where to go. We'll i called up a bunch of friends and they all either had plans or we're sick or whatever. So me being me, decided to go downtown alone. I'm not one to waste an adorably cute costume cause my friends all suck. Now let me assure you, I live in a college town- which makes sense since i go to college. This town has a huge Halloween party downtown every year. Thousands of people show up and its a zoo, which means it's littered with cops. I think this year there were like 160 cops in the space of a 5 block radius. There is a gate check at the entrances to make sure no one comes downtown with weapons, drugs, etc. So I felt pretty safe going downtown alone.

So I went and hung out at one of my favorite bars, which was packed, and watched the yankee game for awhile. I saw some really cute costumes. Anyways on one of my trips back from the bathroom (my stocking kept falling down) I run into this guy and the convo goes like this:

"Him: You're a sailor, right?
Me: Yeah, (looking at his outfit which was jeans and a t-shirt) What are you?
Him: George Clooney
Me: (laughing) Best Answer Ever!"

So i ended talking to him (S*) and his friend (J*) and found out they were from the local army base, that i happened to grow up at. By local i mean its 2 hours away, and i have no idea why they drove to my college town to party for Halloween when they could have gone to a much bigger party town closer. Anyways I was flirting with S, but he kept pushing me off on J and after alcohol, I stopped really caring anyways. I ended up dancing with (and being mauled by) J, and later making out with him. Now stop what you are thinking right there- I am not that kind of girl. I did not take him back to my apartment, and i wouldn't have anyways. I really wasn't that into J. I was just drunk and alone and needing someone to remind me that i am in fact: a Hot Chick.

Anyways around 2:30 i managed to pry myself out of J's arms to leave, but he wouldn't let me until I gave him my number. Now i don't give my number out to guys in bars for 2 reasons:

1. They never call
2. If they do call, its just because they want sex

But J seriously wouldn't let go of me until i gave him my number, and since i really wasn't that into him (and still a little tipsy) I gave it to him. I figured guys in bars never call, so i wouldn't have to worry about telling this guy I wasn't that interested in- that i was in fact not that interested in him. So i go home and find bed, and low and behold wouldn't you know J actually texts the next day. *hangs head in shame* I managed to find the one guy at a bar that would call the next day and i really didn't want him too (now S on the other hand, i might not have minded). I tried to run J off by telling him I am really busy with grad school (which i am), but he texted me for the next 4 days straight until he finally realized that I do not still live on the army base. Why he thought i lived there is beyond me, but it was loud and we were drinking so i figure wires got crossed. Anyways he hasn't called since then, and i'm going to assume he's moved on from me.

The moral of the story is, sometimes its a lot of fun to go out by yourself and remember that what everyone else thinks is irrelevant. I mean i had tons of fun, met two cute guys, made out with one and had a great Halloween. Plus it reminded me that i am in fact a Hot Chick, because i forget that a lot. There are guys out there that actually would want to date me. So i should stop wasting my time on the ones that don't right?

*Names have been changed to protect the guilty and stupid (myself included)

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Looking Through the Wall

But I'm on the outside
And I'm looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
~Staind

The older i get the less i trust people's intentions. Specifically the people I call friends. I have never really trusted my friends, for good reason. Growing up my friends couldn't be counted on for anything. They were self-serving, they blew me off all the time, some treated me badly, and we moved a lot so i grew accustomed to never getting to close to people. But i'm grad school now and i want to have friends i can count on, and people i can trust. But i never feel like i can, something always holds me back from really letting people get too close. And there are times where i feel like i am justified in doing so, because these people always let me down. So even though i have people i call friends, I always feel a little like i'm on the outside looking in; like i will never really belong.

Most of the time this is in my own head. It's my mindset that makes it this way, but its also my way of protecting myself from people who can hurt me. And its not with everyone, I trust UNC-Sis and G-Fab implicitly- they would never intentionally hurt me. I really felt lucky during undergrad because i found a group of friends i could trust and count on and I never felt on the outside with them. But moving to a new city and getting new friends, I just feel like i'm starting over again. I want to trust people but i never really can let myself. I suppose it shouldn't matter too much. In a couple months i will be moving again and i will have to start this whole thing over.

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Yankees Win!!

New York Yankees Win the World Series!!!

Okay, now that i got that out of my system. Anyone whose read this blog for awhile knows I am a die-hard Yankees fan. My family is from New Jersey. It's just in our bones. And i know there are a lot of people who gripe about the Yankees buying their championships and having the highest payroll and etc, etc.

But Baseball would not be the same without the Yankees. Gripe about us all you want, some of your claims are totally justified. Sure we pay our players a lot of money. But don't act like if someone offered to double your salary to work for them- you wouldn't jump ship too. Plus that takes away from people like Jeter, Posada, Pettitte and Rivera, who came up through the farm system and rightfully deserve that money. I called Derek Jeter the new Joe Dimaggio just yesterday. He grew up wanting to play for the Yankees. He went through their farm system and now he has 5 World Series rings to show for it. I mean if anything, the last 9 years prove that you can't buy a World Series. You have to heart and soul and you have to work for it.

But i digress, Baseball would not be the same without the Yankees for the simple fact it gives everyone else someone to root against. I mean what would sports be without their villains? I mean in Football you are either a Dallas fan or you hate them. There is no gray area there. Same with Hockey. I mean who would everyone root against if suddenly the Detroit Red Wings no longer existed? Love them or Hate them, the Yankees make you pay attention to them. Can anyone say the same for the Rockies or the Braves? And that makes for good Baseball.

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