Tell 'em how you feel Tuesdays: Woman of her word

 

Oh, how I've missed blogging.

I won't say I've missed writing though, because I do that 24-freakin-7 at my job, but it's what I love to do. I have plans of quietly stalking all of your blogs during the week though so look out for comments from me on posts you made a week ago, haha.

Some things:

- Thanks to everyone who voted! Now, I'll admit that at first the vote was just to see if any of you agreed with the decision I had secretly already made in my mind - who doesn't like reassurance? - but I'm going to hold up to my word because the more comments I read, the more convinced I was. This Halloween I'm going with the winning votes and I'll be dressing as Storm from X-men (15 votes) AND Dionne from Clueless (6 votes) (with my roommates who agreed to do the rest of the trio with me! Love those chicks.)

Meet Cher, Dionne, and Tye. Before Costumes.

- Because Halloween happens to fall on the same weekend as when I plan to get my new iBrain, I'll be tweeting about all the debauchery, apparently 4x as fast as I use to.

- This past weekend was my first homecoming as an alumni! It was a different vibe, as I expected, but I loved being able to see everyone and hear how they are doing. It's hard to believe that just a few months ago I was still in school. Actually, scratch that. Since most of my furniture in my apartment is from college, the living situation still kind of feels the same.

- I will officially be spending Christmas in Florida! I've never spent a holiday away from my immediate family but there's a first time for everything.

There are other things I'd love to share with you all such as how damn hard it is to keep friends after college, why I hate the N/Q line, and my first bar fight but I'll save that for a rainy day. Or tomorrow.

You know you're a journalist when

Because I love all my writer-types out there. . .

Some of these are mine and some I found online. All made me smile. 

• You can spend an unspecified amount of time in Starbucks sipping on the same "tall", overpriced drink. . .as long as they don't come at you for using their Wi-fi to update your blog, write your article, etc.

• While you may not agree with their methods of reaching success, you can appreciate the journalistic endeavors of the stars in the Devil Wears Prada, How To Lose a Guy in 10 Days, Sex and The City and yes - even Harriet The Spy. You understand the necessity of her notebook remaining confidential.

• Deadlines are of the utmost importance to you. In fact, you happen to work your best when you're only allotted a finite amount of time to produce something extraordinary.

• It drives you CRAZY when people don't know the difference between "too", "to", and "two." In fact, you're genuinely hurt when they misspell anything and don't correct it, and have to hold back from voicing it for fear of being "that guy."

• When you really start writing you go somewhere within yourself and sometimes, when you come out, days have passed, babies have been born, and pets have gone unfed.

• You have a deep appreciation for Apple Products - not all, but some. If only you could afford them.

• Whenever you're sending anything serious - email, text, whatever - you re-read it at least twice, checking for any spelling/mistakes or more importantly, if you can think of better "25-cent" word choices.

• You consult either of these books for those quarter words:

 

*Cough*Iownboth*cough*

• You're able to hold a conversation on just about any topic for at least 10 minutes from things floating around in your brain from pass research.

• You understand that Google does not = research. Not completely, anyway.

• You consider yourself fluent in sarcasm. To you it is indeed a language that not many people can decipher, but those who can are awesome in your book.

• You love a good quote. In fact, you can center a whole story around a quote if need be.

• Post-its help keep you sane.

Am I missing any? Let me know :]

Why my mom shouldn't be texting

I'll admit that I'll respond faster to La Madre's texts than I would to her non-existent phone calls (apparently, she can never find the house phone), but I need her to learn some texting etiquette. Textiquette, if you will. Just a little, not a lot.

This is because I love you, Mom.

Photocredit

This picture in no way, shape or form meant to represent how my mom looks. She's actually a fairly young mom  - not like a regular mom, like a cool mom. For the purposes of this post however, it does accurately capture her relationship with her cellphone.

Rule 1 - You can't. . well, shouldn't text sentences one at a time. Unless you have some horribly limited character count (which you don't) on your cell phone, you can just send everything at once. That way my phone doesn't have to vibrate constantly for a

text that's

sent

like this.

Rule 2 - I've said it before and I'll say it again -- when you text in caps, in tech-speak, you are yelling. I know you're not really such an angry person but that's because I'm your daughter. Others (like those who you e-mail) might not be as forgiving.

Rule 3 - I want to say 90% of the time, when I send you some version of an emoticon you have no idea what's going on. You think it's a code or a typo. Or this:

La Madre: My boss sent me home early because I was sick

Me: Uh oh :O

La Madre: What is that? a monster?

La Madre: How did u get it?

La Madre: Waaaaaaaaa :(

I'm just going to put it all on the table for you:

:) Smiling

:( Sad face

:o) Me being 'cute' and smiling

>:(  PISSED

O:( Innocent Nhya

>.< Frustrated Nhya

:O Shocked and Appalled Nhya

-.- The face I make when you ask me to help you make a Facebook

It would be so much easier for me to express myself to you if you'd kind of. . I don't know, study these? Just a little, not a lot.

Rule 4 - If you call me and I text you and then you call me again, I'm not going to answer. Let's just get that straight from now. I'm probably not in a place where I can talk (like work) so a series of texts asking me why I can't pick up the phone will only be answered with texts, never a phone call. 

Hopefully this will help not only my mom, but parents across the nation who are dealing with a communication barrier between themselves and their children.