On the plus side I can listen to Mariah Carey’s “All I
Want for Christmas is You” on repeat without being harshly judged (June was a
tough month for me). I have an excuse to wear bulky sweaters, which requires
no need for a prison cell (bra). Not to mention dark chocolate peppermint ice
cream at Coldstone… another reason for those bulky sweaters. And of course, my favorite holiday flicks: Holiday in Handcuffs and Die Hard.
And quite frankly, this:
On the other hand, winter plain sucks. Sure I’ve lived in
Utah since birth, but my love for the cold, blistery, snow-infested days has
yet to develop. I can appreciate the beauty of a snowy morning from the
confines of my snuggie, but when I’m required to gear up and face Suzy
Snowflake head on, a very different version of myself comes out, referred to as
“Winter Sam”. If you’ve ever seen Rambo, you have a decent understanding of how
“Winter Sam” approaches the dangers of walking and driving on the enemy ice. So far the record is Sam-3 Ice-0, but we're just getting started folks. I fear this season will end in a sudden death match....much like this:
For those of you attending a college, university, or
pretentious, over-priced prep school, you know that with winter comes finals
week. I’ll admit I used to be a hater: Instagramming photos of myself looking haggard
after hours of studying in the library, Tweeting phrases like “I ______hate
finals week. I don’t give a _____about graduating anymore! Why the ______did I
sign up for this??” (Note: all _____were filled appropriately with the words “SUPER”,
“bout of diarrhea”, and “Danny de Vito”). It wasn’t until yesterday that the
reality of finals week hit me. My courageous ancestors walked across America
with no shoes, living off of, what I can only imagine being called, Buffalo
Enchilada Surprise. All that is required of me during finals week is to read
some textbooks by a warm fire’s glow, sharpen some #2 pencils that I bought
with my credit card, and answer questions regarding Sexually-Transmitted
Infections causing painful urination in males. I, for one, am going to strive to have a less whiny attitude towards these five days.
Disclaimer: Males, if experiencing painful urination, seek
medical attention, and stop being skeezy.
So Reader, although I was once referred to as a “Snowflake”
by a tall, attractive, black Utah State basketball player, my identification
with winter is bleak. But I'll grin and bear it if you will. I wish you all a happy holiday, safe travels, and health (should you endeavor in eating those bins of multi-flavored popcorn).
There I was sitting in class this morning, staring at who I suspect to be an
oompa loompa (crazy hair, stout in stature, overly-baked orange skin, sings
about quirky mishaps in class....I may have exaggerated that last one) when I
started gathering some thoughts I've had swimming around my head for the past
couple weeks.
1) It was brought to my attention by a dear friend that arranged marriages
ought to be re-established in our culture. It was one of those moments where
you instinctively laugh, but then have a sudden moment of pause when you
realize what an insanely brilliant idea that is. My feelings on dating right
now can be easily described in the diagram below:
Dating>>>Break-up (scary)
or
Dating>>>Marriage (scarier)
Either way you are facing an extremely anxiety-enducing situation. With the
idea of arranged marriages, you get to completely skip the confusing dating phase
and dive directly into marital bliss with a stranger....but go with me
here....imagine if that stranger ends up being a total maverick like James
Franco (a smile that could melt a thousand ice-bergs). Now that's a bandwagon I
could jump on.
2) The 90's got it right. In every way.
I've recently been going through a 90's phase with both my media choices and
wardrobe decisions (nothing trumps a solid pair of overalls). A consistent theme
I've noticed is clichés. In every high-school based movie, cheerleaders &
athletes are always in uniform, band members are always toting along their
instruments, and the "geeks" are sex-crazed, acne-ridden, mathletes.
Now I don't know about you, but this is EXACTLY how high school was for me.
There was also a ridiculous amount of focus on "The Prom". It was the
end-all of events of the teenage experience. The majority of the time there
would be a “project” character that would get a social and physical make-over
just in time for the prom, but would then establish at the heaven-forsaken
dance that they would rather be their true selves anyways. Again, EXACTLY my
high school experience. Coincidentally I also fell in love with my charming ex
step-brother, Paul Rudd.
<<<<< me......
Now let’s take a moment to reminisce the tween queens of the 90’s. Allow me
to introduce the Olsen twins:
I doubt there is a girl out there that didn't at one time or another dream of being an Olsen. Our sweet Mary-Kate and Ashley got their start on Full House
and quickly rose to stardom with such hits as Billboard Dad, Passport to Paris,
It Takes Two, and not to mention their collection
of adventure-mystery blockbusters: The Case of the Volcano, The Case of Thorn Mansion, The Case of the Seaworld Adventure, and my personal fave The Case of the U.S. Space Camp Mission.
This delightfully sassy duo had it all- adoring faces,
differing styles, and the incredible ability to say the same words at the same time (not an easy task as we all know). So what if they turned out to be anorexic, crack heads? I owe a large part of my upbringing to their ever-demonstrating example of spunk.
3) The world only needed two songs. "Without You" -Harry Nillson & "Survivor"-Destiny's Child. Everything else is just noise.
4) The biggest problem in the gym is not toolish guy in a cut-off shirt watching himself lift, the annoying competitive girl on the treadmill next to you trying to one-up you, or even the uncomfortably high-risk of contracting staph infection. No, the biggest problem is when you get B.O. trapped. Allow me to explain.
Scenario: Samantha had just began a 30 minute session on the elliptical. No one was around her, Beyonce was pumping, and life was grand. Suddenly a large, hairy, sweaty male stepped on the machine adjacent to her. The overwhelming stench of death filled her respiratory tract. She had been B.O. trapped. Now she was faced with the trying decision--Should she risk being rude and get on a different machine (possibly making a "stanky" face in the process)? Or should she tough it out? Well ladies and gentlemen, she was a pioneer. Almost 30 minutes of breathing in that morbid odor.
Well Reader, those are my thoughts for today.
Just remember that no matter how hard life gets, you don't have to wake up being Miley Cyrus' parents.
I usually go into writing a post with some idea of what I'm going to write about. Tonight I've just consumed too much caffeine and am too scared to watch Law and Order SVU by myself. So.....here goes a thoughtless rant about everything and nothing.
I had a thought today: wouldn't it be nice if we could ctrl+z our lives? Like, if you had an unbelievably embarrassing moment, such as that classy reaction after a bee flies down your shirt and stings you while playing kickball with a group of elementary students (oddly specific example that I wouldn't know anything about). Or after one of those foot-in-the-mouth moments where you insult a bad last name like Barfuss and lo and behold it's theirs? Or even after making a huge life mistake, like forgetting that Taco Bell only has Pepsi. You just mentally click ctrl+z and BAM, ZIP, HOLY GRAPEFRUIT BATMAN, it's undone. It's every awkward person's dream. Unfortunately, life's about learning from our mistakes, using our past to influence our future, blah blah blah load of crap. I say, we should start invoking a social ctrl+z rule. If in fact you need a quick undo you can simply say ctrl+z and all involved persons must immediately forget the situation. Reader, I'm willing to start the trend if you are willing to follow. If not, I'm only going to enhance the debilitating awkwardness that is my daily experience here on earth by shouting out nonsense computer lingo.
Much like a b-track Carpenters song, my life doesn't make much sense right now. And I feel like the best thing to do in situations like this is to create a distraction; something that you have complete control over, something that makes sense, something like a new hobby. I've dabbled in my inventing skills ("Pajama Jean Capris" and "Morgan Freeman's Words of Wisdom App"), tried my hand at widdling small woodland creature figurines (you should see my pine marten), wrote a duet for Bette Midler and the ugly, forgotten Jonas brother titled "Well, This is Different...", and even gave spin class a try (two giant bruises and a knot in my gastrocnemius later, I was done..after one class). Regardless of my repeated failures, I've decided my new hobby is finding new hobbies. I can't wait for my next blind date so I can impress him with my extensive list of past-times. I usually just lie and say figure skating.
Which reminds me, blind dates. Aren't they just a treat? Between the guy who was obsessed with Eve 6 and the dude who talked about suturing for 2 hours, I've had my fair share of adventures. But there is something, dare I say, thrilling about spending an evening with someone you have absolutely no clue about and finding out what their deal is. I've learned the key to a good blind date is to set no expectations and pretend to have menstrual cramps if the date is going too long, or if you suspect them of being a wicken.
Reader, I leave you with this thought:
If this creepy, insignificant little fish can be happy, so can you.
Dear Reader,
We need to talk. I'm just not feeling right about us anymore. It's not you, it's me. I'm just not ready to settle down in a relationship. I still have feelings for someone else. Remember that girl I met the other day....well...But don't worry, you're wonderful and will find someone else in no time!
We've all heard at least one of these lousy break-up lines at one time or another in our lives.
It comes down to this: break-ups suck. Regardless of the reasoning, they absolutely suck. Today I want to talk a little bit about the art of dealing with a break-up.
1. Dealing with the initial shock "WTF?? He/She is breaking up with me?? What did I do wrong?? Why are they doing this?? How could they do that to me??" --Okay honey, slow it down a little. Of course when they break the news to you, you have a million questions buzzing around your head. That's totally fine and normal. It's a confusing thing when the relationship goes from seemingly perfect to dead in a matter of seconds. My advice, instead of vomiting up each question as it comes (much like a late night trip to Betos) hold them in and carefully select and word the questions that you REALLY want answers to. But don't you dare ask them what you did wrong, or what you could have done better. They have just made the huge mistake of letting you go, and that doesn't mean you need to become a pitiful helpless being that only needed them to be happy.
2. Don't feel like you need to resolve everything in 5 minutes
It's okay to not feel closure after talking with your now ex-boyfriend/girlfriend. You shouldn't have to take the bad news, rip them apart, forgive them, and decide to be friends all in one fell swoop (you shouldn't be friends with your exes anyways!). Just take the news, be angry and hurt, then leave the situation. It's better to split up each of these steps, so you can go through them with a clear mind.
3. Things left unsaid
There is nothing I hate more than regretting not saying something to the guy breaking my heart. But it's good to take a few days or weeks and think about these things. Take the emotion out of it, and decide what you want them to know. Whether that's how badly they really hurt you, your desire for them to burn in a fiery hell pit, or your hope that you can both find better happiness is totally up to you. In my opinion, it's okay to talk to them again. You can't really get closure without it. Keep it short and unemotional, but say what you need to say so you can get on the path to recovery.
4. It's okay to hurt
For crying out loud, if someone rips out your heart and steps on it, don't be ashamed to cry. Be sad, be angry, feel it all. I once read an analogy about a glass of water. If your arm is extended and you're asked to hold a heavy glass of water, you could it with ease for a short while. The longer you hold it though, the harder it will be. But if you were to immediately drop the glass of, you would never understand what it feels like to hold it. So go ahead and be upset for a while! But at some point you've got to make the decision to let it go.
5. Coping 101
We all have different ways of coping. Some feel the need to talk to everyone about everything, while others keep to themselves. Some eat away their feelings, while others run out their anger. Each situation is different. Find what works for you.With that, I'm going to share some coping tips that have helped me throughout the years.
Food
Don't start pigging out on pizza, chocolate, or sticks of butter. You'll just feel worse about yourself and your love handles. This is the time to eat the healthiest! When it seems like everything else has gone to pot, eating fresh fruits/vegetables will make you feel like a million bucks. Plus, should you run into your ex in the near future you'll have an extra glow about you instead of an extra chin.
Music
I'm a firm believer in the magic of a break-up playlist. It really helps to have all the hurt and confusion you're feeling put to a catchy tune. I think there's a good song for just about every break-up scenario.
Got a cheater on your hands?
Don't worry, Christina's got your back. This song helps to remind us that the worst part of them cheating on you is the fact that they gave you up.
Did he/she move on first and find the love of their life?
Thanks Adele. Perfectly said.
Meant to be together, but it didn't work out?
Just sit back and indulge in the saddest song ever written.
...And not to mention EVERY girl power song written by Pink or Kelly Clarkson.
Immature acts that make you feel better
-Draw their face on a watermelon and smash it.
-Write everything you hate about them on water balloons and throw them out your window.
-Dart boards can be very therapeutic.
-Write a long, angry "letter to the other woman (or man)" and mail it to a made-up address.
-Gather up all of the flowers, teddy bears, love notes, etc that they gave to you and have yourself a little bonfire.
-Drive past their house and flip them off (Mom, I promise I've never done this...)
TREAT YO SELF
Finally, a good excuse to spend money on something fun! Go get your hair done, get a mani/pedi, buy some new shoes, get name brand deli meat, adopt a disabled koala bear, whatever makes you feel better! Now that you're back on the market, you'll need to be looking your very best :)
Reader, the most important thing to remember is to keep your chin up! The pain you feel today will be the strength you feel tomorrow (I read that on a Crossfit ad today- I felt inspired to get great triceps).
Can you believe this face just got dumped? Neither can I.
-Your currently broken-hearted, but soon to be independent rockstar, Swampman
Dear Reader,
Many of you have read blog posts titled "Dear Boy..." where a blogger will go through her past love life and identify the problems in each of her relationships. I figure, now is a good a time as ever for me to do the same. I can safely say I'm grateful for each relationship I have been in, because I have learned valuable lessons from each fella. Hold on to your juice box kiddo, it's gonna be a bumpy ride.
Dear as-close-as-I'll-ever-get-to-Seth-Cohen,
Ah the first boyfriend. I still remember when I beat you at Soul Calibur. Best day ever. I like that we played with our Pokemon cards and called each other "noobs". Also, you smelled like clean laundry. It was swell. But dear, a word of advice: if you want to make a move on a girl, don't put your legs on her and start singing Relient K. It's awkward for everyone...
Dear Warrior,
I still cannot believe I dated someone as attractive as you. Thanks for the bragging rights. You gave me my very first kiss....then the next day said that you were were really tired last night and couldn't remember if it really happened (did I mention it was Valentine's day?). True you were kind of a db....I mean you asked me to prom, dumped me, then asked my best friend....but you are definitely a great person, with a lot of talent, and a lot of luscious, brown skin. One day you wore white shorts and was called a tool by numerous members of my family. Sorry to say it, but I agreed.
Dear Ex-Con,
Oh dear. You were my first "grown up" relationship (if we can even call it that). I once locked my keys in my car, and had you call the cops to come open it. When you told them your name, you went through about 15 minutes of questioning. I sat there thinking to myself: is this normal? --It wasn't.
Dear Jock,
You made me laugh harder than I ever thought imaginable. It's hard to find anything bad to say about you, because you were my best friend for an entire Summer, and you helped me through some unimaginably difficult times. Unfortunately, that's all we were capable of being: best friends. My one advice honey, Carl's Junior and Xbox does not constitute a date...let's dig a little more and use some of that creativity that I know is in there.
Dear Tooele,
You were almost the one. But I couldn't be happier that you aren't! First of all, you spoke french. Strike one. Secondly, you made me watch endless hours of awful snowboarding movies and listen to endless hours of awful Coldplay music. Strike two. And finally, your legs were too hairy. Strike three. You did teach me a lot about myself though. I learned that I have the ability to fall in love, and the ability to pick myself back up from loss. I'm eternally grateful for you, even though I still think you're a big dumb idiot. Also, you're from Tooele...
Dear Ego,
At first you were unbelievably charming. Then I got to know you. Never in my life have I met anyone that likes themself as much as you do. You are the complete package sweetie: perfectly tall, smokin' hot, rich, musical, athletic, and a spiritual giant. But you know all of that, and that makes you unattractive. Also, the whole "go up the canyon, play guitar, and draw together" was an amazing date....until I found out you take every girl on that same date. We did have some good times watching Surf Ninjas, hot tubbing, and endlessly quoting obscure rap songs though. And let's be honest, a kiss in the hot summer rain, on a cliff, during a gorgeous sunset, doesn't happen every day. Thanks for showing me that I can be in relationships again.
Dear "The One",
I don't believe we've met yet darling, but I can already tell you that I am crazy about you! I am so excited to spend my life with you laughing, playing, cooking, kissing, raising babies, road-tripping in our escalade, building forts, quoting awful movies, dance-partying, smiling, and forgiving. I'm praying every night to meet you soon, and hope that when I do, I'll be ready for all of your hotness.
I am starting to
write this post, and now cannot stop thinking about Panda Express....
20 minutes
later....
Yes, I just went
to Panda Express. I had the rare fortune of getting there right as the new chow
mein was being placed behind the no-leaning glass. Christmas miracles do come
true. I also encountered an elderly couple in matching jogging uniforms,
complete with rainbow clogs. It made me ponder the meaning of life. Also, my unhealthy
adoration for old people. As much as I dread aging, being wrinkly and
green-tinted does have its perks:
1) No judgement
for being at Mcdonalds at 8 am on a Saturday.
2) You can wear
hawaiian shirts again.
3) Swear all you
want. It's adorable.
4) Your words are
taken as "wisdom". Including stealing quotes from bad Susan Sarandon
films.
5) Retirement
funds = Escalade.
Boy, I can't wait
til I get that first gray hair on my head.
I've learned quite
a few life lessons in the past couple of months. Some that would benefit
everyone in one way or another. Allow me to share my nuggets of knowledge.
.....yup, now I want mcnuggets.
Lesson #1: How to
get rich quick.
I recently dyed my
hair for the first time. It's fabulous. But that's not the point. I used a box
dye. Now, as we all know, box dyes include a fun-size bottle of liquid gold.
Aka, post-dye conditioner. Using it is like making out with an Australian man
in the summer rain. Those of you who have used it know exactly what I'm talking
about. My hair has never felt or looked better in my entire life. Now my plan
is to stock up on these box dyes, and sell the conditioner on the black market
for thrice their value. Brilliant. Also, walking around yelling "besos por
pesos!" is now paying for my education. Easy money I tell ya.
Lesson #2: Don't
fall asleep watching Big Trouble in Little China.
Terrifying dreams.
Lesson #3: Never
settle.
This is true with
both men and pizza. With men, you have to first realize your worth (mine is
approximately $39 million and a small bag of cheddar harvest SunChips). Then
you know you deserve someone who is equally amazing as you are. It's not worth
it to waste your time dating someone that you're hoping will someday improve to
the person you want them to be. It's not fair to them, and it ain't gonna
happen. Find someone that you love just the way they are, and quit settling for
"projects" or boys with bad breath. As far as pizza goes, don't get
Little Caesars just because it's $5. YOU ARE BETTER THAN THAT.
Lesson #4: The importance
of the 5 minute dance party.
I’ve been under an immense amount of pressure this semester. It’s
college, aren’t we all? I’ve tried several ways to blow off steam: baking,
cleaning, running, and drawing pictures of Tom Hardy and I on our wedding day.
But none of them seem to do the trick. I recently discovered the beauty in
turning on a fantastic jam, and dancing my little heart out in the privacy of
my bedroom (trust me, no one wants to see my bust a move to “Whoomp, there it
is”). I look forward to my ‘Jive for Five’ every day, and highly recommend it to
those of you who don’t have a lot of free time and like to get down wit yo bad
self.
Lesson #5: Ya like what ya like, and you shouldn’t apologize for
it.
We all have things that we like, but are embarrassed to own up to.
I say, own up to them! They are part of who you are. And frankly, sometimes you
can’t help what you like. This, for example, will forever be my favorite music video.
(The awkward, wannabe Italian with his shirt falling off is my favorite)
Well Reader, I hope you can take at least one of these nuggets and
dip it into your stashed collection of Chik-Fil-A sauce (aka life).
I have three favorite places in this world: 1) the temple, 2) the women's bathroom at Olive Garden, and 3) the gym after 6 p.m. This morning, in lieu of my first class being cancelled, I felt the uncommon desire to head on up to the fieldhouse. I learned a very valuable lesson. The gym at 7 a.m.= (for lack of a better term) Fiery Hell Demon.
My journey began when my morning alarm of Chamillionaire went off at 6:25. I consider myself a morning person, so the waking-up part was easy. About halfway up the big hill, I started regretting my decision to run into the blistering winds of Logan before the sun had any chance to warm me up.
I started with pumping some iron. 6 p.m. gym Sam: 12-15 lb weights for 15 minutes. 7 a.m. gym Sam: 10 lb weights during a commercial break of Good Morning America. I moved on to abs. 6 p.m. gym Sam: a 15- minute mixed ab routine. 7 a.m. gym Sam: 30 sit ups then falling half asleep on the mat. I then stretched my right leg for a good 8 minutes....then my left for another 8 minutes. Needless to say, I was feeling limber. Limber and Lazy. The entire time I was on said sleeping mat, a depressed Asian girl stood in the corner and stared at a pipe. Stuff of nightmares. I finished with my run, the usual highlight of my workout. 6 p.m. gym Sam: 3-4 miles on the treadmill while blasting muh Destiny's Child. 7 a.m. gym Sam: two laps around the indoor track, then straight out the door to run the rest of the way home. A total of approximately 3/4 of a mile. Very impressive 7 a.m. gym Sam. Very impressive.
I will say this though, I did feel really refreshed when I got home. That is, until I laid down and realized I could have just been doing that the entire time. Big dumb idiot. I have a new admiration for people who can hit the gym religiously at that time every day. Also, USU ladies, the fieldhouse at 7 a.m.= extremely attractive fellas. Let that be your inspiration to obtaining your physical fitness goals.
