Monday, 21 March 2011

book report.

As an English Minor you face quite a struggle to fit in with all the Majors you attend classes with. They name drop books like nobody's business and it can be quite exhausting.
In my latest attempt to elevate myself to their culture level, I read....

And I have to say it is maybe the most beautiful thing I've ever read.
All I want now is to be a cowboy, or maybe just to take one as my lover. Either way you must read it, NOW.

Upon googling the cover image, however, I came upon this discovery.

While I'm a firm believer that book > movie, you better believe I put this on the top of my Netflix queue. What is it about the Matt Damon?

Friday, 18 March 2011

might as well be strangers.

After being on vacation with my parents for a week, it has occurred to me that their approach to parenting my sister and myself has been entirely inconsistent. I always had a sneaking suspicion this was going on but it wasn't until this trip that my suspicions were confirmed.

It happened one day as we were driving in the car to watch a tennis match. (we've been here for the BNP PARIBAS OPEN, which I will no doubt talk about at some future point) Anyway, as we were driving I mentioned how I no longer believed I possessed the stamina to get a tan. This is good news to the parents, shows them that I am growing up and beginning to make responsible choices instead of living the idle lifestyle that maintaining a tan requires. Not two minutes after this conversation, however, my mother made a rule that Michelle couldn't use sunscreen for at least our first hour at the pool.
This is disconcerting for two reasons. One, because our mother is still making rules that have to do with sunscreen. Two, that the 'rule' goes entirely in opposition to all we had just decided was right. Right?
My Dad, however, agreed with the rule, saying that it was "time for michelle to re-awaken her melanocytes." (Apparently those are cells that take in sunshine, it's exhausting being the only one of us who is non medically educated)
The more we thought about it, the more discoveries we made.

When in Anthropologie:
(to michelle) "It's $398 dollars? Hmm, well it fits so great. I think we can get two of them."
(to rebbie) "How about we go check the sale rack?"

When about to go on a date:
(to michelle) "Just....kiss him!"
(to rebbie) "Remember who you are."

When partaking of any kind of food:
(to michelle) "Why don't you go ahead and finish it."
(to rebbie) "Haven't you eaten enough of that?"

Apparently it's true that good parents tailor their parenting to each individual child. I will say though, it attests to our relationship that we can discuss these issues openly and laugh about them. Here's to being an adult child of the coolest multi-focused parents I know.

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

i am crying.

Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

Proof that there are still some real geniuses in the world.

Sunday, 6 March 2011

What a difference a w, g and h make.

Often when I tell people I am a Copywriter there is a bit of confusion that ensues. I thought I would take this moment to clarify the issue.
Because I don't usually spell my title when I share it, people tend to confuse me with my much more sophisticated legal counterpart, the Copyrighter.

I will admit I'm not positive on this being the official job title, nor do I know exactly what the job entails, but I imagine it to be someone who uses this symbol a lot and brings justice to the world of plagiarism.

One time my sister in law told me she thought I should go to law school and study Copyright Law. While I appreciate her confidence in my intellect, what she doesn't know is that I spent the duration of the only law class I ever took designing swimsuits in my notebook for my nonexistent fashion line.

At best a copywriter will make people the across the globe Just Do It. They will cause you to wonder if you've got milk and buy anything from the man your man could smell like.

At worst they will word vomit things like "WE SUCK....FAT! Enlighten Lipo Center" on freeway billboards and make you wonder why anyone would ever, ever, ever intentionally go into the business of advertising.

I would die if I had to be a Copyrighter. I might die trying to be a Copywriter. I'm actually probably just being dramatic. Either way, now you know a little more about me since I don't talk about myself enough on this blog!

Thursday, 3 March 2011

sometimes youtube speaks to my soul.

Nothing encapsulates more perfectly how I felt during all 10 years of my ballet training.

Thanks to Shelly & Les for sharing :)