Posts from the ‘Uncategorized’ Category

HAPPPY HOLIDAYS

ho ho ho!!! merrrry christmas! happy holidays!! Let me tell you I LOVE Christmas!!! and Chanukah too…I haven’t celebrated any other holiday around this time of year but I think I would probably like those ones too!!! I love nog, cider, those stockings hung on the mantle with care. I like every cheesy christmas movie. The one with the flying snowman, the clay reindeer. All of them!!!! I love cookies, and wrapping paper, I love menorahs and latkes! I am pumped up!! Here is a miniature pic of me in a santa hat to prove it!!!! There will be many more a post about me loving christmas and such, no worries, I just wanted to get the ball rolling on that one.

why i suck at chatting online

Maybe it is just because i want for conversations to go a different way than they ever go…or maybe it is because i become easily distracted, but I am terrible at talking online. I miss facial expressions, voice inflection, sighs, any key to what is actually occuring in a conversation. Take the below example:

my generic friend*: so , i have a new best friend

HundichickM: who!?!

my generic friend: billy

HundichickM: who is that?!

my generic friend: he works at the popular coffee shop in town

HundichickM: ohhh i know that kid

HundichickM: slash i met him once

my generic friend: haha

my generic friend: yeah

my generic friend: he only charged me $1.50 for both drinks

HundichickM: wooot

HundichickM: what did you get?!

my generic friend: a tall chai for cynthia, and a big espresso drink with me

HundichickM: yummmm

my generic friend: seriously though, im obsessed with coffee boy

HundichickM: haha, he seems really nice

HundichickM: i miss sally’s puppy

my generic friend: yeah.

my generic friend: hes fucking amazing

HundichickM: you guys are so bff

my generic friend: when i went to sally’s

HundichickM: we should invite him to our nog fest

my generic friend: he sat on my lap

HundichickM: WHAT>!

my generic friend: and wouldnt move

my generic friend: he just stayed there

HundichickM: OMG!

my generic friend: and hung out

HundichickM: you guys are so in love

HundichickM: we are way past nog

my generic friend: hes not too hyperactive either

my generic friend: he knows how to chill

HundichickM: chilling is good

my generic friend: and doesnt lick your face too much

HundichickM: ooooooohhhhh

HundichickM: HAHAH

HundichickM: perfect!

my generic friend: im going to have to get one

my generic friend: what are they called? afenspacncers? or something?

HundichickM: omg, you will totally not believe what just happened

my generic friend: what?

HundichickM: hahahahahahahhahhahahahh

HundichickM: hahahhahaha

HundichickM: i am out of control

HundichickM: this whole time

my generic friend: ?

HundichickM: i thought we were talking about that cofee kid, even though i blatantly brought up the puppy, i was like what is this kid doing on your lap?

HundichickM: HHAHAHHAHAHHAH

my generic friend: HAHAHAHAHAHA

HundichickM: but i was all into it

HundichickM: i was like whatever

my generic friend: AND LICKING FACES?

my generic friend: hahahahaha

HundichickM: i was just trying to be supportive

HundichickM: i was like grosss, i would hope not

my generic friend: HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

HundichickM: i can’t stop laughing

HundichickM: that was such a different convo than what i thought

my generic friend: you are fucking ridiculous

my generic friend: hahahaha

HundichickM: okay i am okay now

my generic friend: oh man

my generic friend: that was great

my generic friend: i love you.

*all names have been changed for the protection of involved parties. except for me, i was clearly the idiot who wasn’t paying attention.

Take five

Who has tried this delectable treat?! I have. In case you haven’t let me fill you in. It is delicious. One is forced to wonder how the little pretzels inside keep so crunchy…it is AMAZING. They are totally crunchalicious even thought they are surrounded by caramel peanuts and chocolatey goodness. Perhaps, it is because they are shielded from the cruel outside world. They are nestled safely within this beautifully designed TAKE 5 wrapper. Whatever, the reason crunch on with one of these yummmmy nibblies!!!

news flash

here are the two biggest crazies you will ever meet. yeah i get to make mushroom stuffed pancakes for class. yummmmy mushrooommss.

pineapple

it is times like these when i wonder…why is the pineapple the symbol of hospitality? so I did some research….it turns out housewives used to put them on the table as a centerpiece or some shit. boring. I am glad to know the symbol of my entire college career is a prickly fruit.

turducken

Tommorrow, or today rather, at 1:25 I will be consuming my very first Turducken. Although a few friends from high school view this as aesthetically repulsive, it not only is that but socially despicable as well. After a lengthy reading and discussion for class about the hunger and malnutrition epidemic in the US we discussed possible ways as hotelies we can become more socially responsible. We discussed the issues of poor Americans who have extreme difficulties properly feeding and sustaining their families. We discussed poverty and how we fail as Americans to acknowledge or truly attempt to assuage these problems. I heartily agreed. How can we ignore these issues simply because we ourselves are not hungry or malnourished? We discussed organizations such as the DC Kitchen that trains homeless and hungry people in aspects of the food industry in an attempt to teach a man to fish rather than simply giving him one. After the beautiful discussion we listened to an interview with a woman who is so down on her financial luck she performs her own dental work in order to sacrifice enough money to feed her children. “This is horrible!” I exclaimed several times in horror as I had never truly focused on what it means to be impoverished. However, at the conclusion of our class we discussed our plans for the next one in which we shall be stuffing a chicken inside of a duck which is already inside of a turkey and then gorging ourselves apon it. Along with this beast we will be consuming vegetables, potatoes, chocolate cake, fruitcake, and the very best part is that we will be deboning a chicken and stuffing it to take home for later dining. Then I realized that almost every day I eat so much that I feel physically ill, and on Thursday afternoons we prepare probably enough food to completely solve the hunger problem in America (maybe not the world, but it could be possible.) And I too, like most Americans lose my sense of social responsibility to the rest of the world, to be replaced with my desire to eat as much as humanly possible…but I suppose once I make enough money for myself…then I will be able to truly make a difference for others…isn’t that what helps me sleep at night?

Karaoke

I love karaoke. I hadn’t realized this love until this year when it blossomed into a full blown relationship. It really is an unbelievable phenomenon. Prior to my love affair with karaoke I though of it as slightly trashy, a little bit shameful perhaps. When I first walked into Ruloff’s this year on Monday night and saw Bob, the dj, and his little dog “Fluffy” I knew I was in it for the long haul. Yes karaoke is silly, singing lyrics read off of a tiny tv, “performing” in front of countless drunkards, but it seems that EVERYONE loves to do it! There are the Ithaca locals who perform favorites every single Monday night. No Monday is complete without a performance of Prince’s “Seven” with two regulars I have named “Baldy” and “Mohawk”. They harmonize perfectly, their voices are angellic, they are clearly above karaoke caliber. Then there are the wannabies. Those that get up on stage and speak to the audience as if they are an actual performer. As if people actually came to see them sing “Like a Virgin”. There are the boys that sing something like Aerosmith or Def Leapard. There are the people that can’t stop laughing, there are the people with choreographed dance moves, those who dedicate songs, recruiters, grad students, soloists, groups of 10. I am telling you karaoke is like a drug. One second someone is a mute who has never had a real conversation in her life, the next she is up on stage tearing it up, head banging and removing articles of clothing. There is something magical about karaoke that brings everyone together, that makes everyone smile. So now even though some people may not understand the phenomenon that is karaoke, I am confident its because they’ve never really tried it. Three cheers for Karaoke!

Da da da dum

On a more serious note... MY BROTHER IS GETTING married. The
whole ordeal makes me quite emotional so I won't get to into
the details. But check out their website.I suggest keeping
some tissues handy:
http://mysite.verizon.net/vzenw0la/

No Hotelie Love

I am angry. And let me tell you why! If you will note from my profile, I am involved in the Library/Museum industry. This upsets me for several reasons. First and foremost, how is Hospitality not included in the list of industries from which I am to select my chosen career path?? Why was I forced to select Library/Museums? Why are these two industries mashed together as one?? I do work in the Nestle Library of Hospitality. Perhaps my new industry is Library/Museum/Hospitality. All of these industries are clearly not worthy of their own category, why not just create one?

Blogging Debut

As a seasoned 21 year old student, the one and only venture I have yet to undertake is the creation of my very own blog. When the idea to write one began to take shape I initially thought to myself…”But what will I write?” I mulled over this for some time and reached the conclusion that I have so much to share that it would truly be a disservice to society if I did not create this blog. I have contributed a lot to my surroundings the past 21 years, my early begginings terrorizing siblings and family pets to the many songs I have dedicated to karaoke regulars. To the parties I have thrown, to the ones I’ve been thrown out of, I would say that I am a pretty influential member of society…and while most of this is not true…at least I can try the blog for a week and then most likely forget about it.