Pig Flu

Almost every day I visit at least three or four different newspapers online. And I can almost always pick out the big story of the day.
Today is Let's Talk About Swine Flu day.
Let me begin by saying that I had never heard of this flu until today. So when I first saw it on the front page of my local paper I thought, "Sucks to be you."
Then I get to work and I see the story a million times and how it's now in Spain and I guess I was sad to hear it, but it didn't really hit me. Then I see this photo: "How to catch Swine Flu":



























People, it took me four hours to realize that this Swine Flu comes from pigs! I felt stupid...especially since I have an obsession with pigs in the first place. I think my blonde color in my hair is getting to me. It woulda been so much easier if they just started calling it "Pig Flu".

That's So Shway

I'm sorry, but it's funny.





















This link is fun too...I love when people make art out of food: http://www.darkroastedblend.com/2009/04/pasta-monster-and-other-strange-food.html

What I should've blogged about but didn't

I know it has been a while since I've updated on here. Life has been chaotic.
Here's what I have been wanting to blog about but haven't had the chance, so it's gonna be one list:

1. Public Bathrooms. I have so many thoughts about public restrooms while in them that I think I should start blogging about them.
2. That guy on House who got killed off because he's gonna start doing politics with Obama. I think this is cool because I feel like most people would rather be in Hollywood and famous rather than doing politics where you're more behind the scenes. Good for him.
3. The twitter tweets that I never get out. I have been programed since Facebook to start thinking in terms of "Jennifer thinks these bangs better fix themselves soon or I'll chop them off!" Or "OW OW OW OW OW, what is in my eye?" Because those are tweets in my head that never get tweeted.
4. New York Times did a story about Disney researching boys so they can better tailor toward their interests in TV. Which led me to...
5. I'd like to research some guys too because I've been confused by them lately.
6. Rebounds. You get out of the relationship and you immediately rebound to a new person. Is that healthy?

That's So Shway

I wish I had as much power as Colbert. He has a treadmill in space named after him. Haha.

Don't judge me. Judge my haiku.

An encounter with a ridiculously good looking Starbucks barista inspired me to write a haiku because, well, even though I majored in English I've never written one. (Sidenote: I'm not really sure how good looking this barista was, since it was the drive thru. It might have just been the good mood I was in that somewhat blinded me.)
Here we go...


I asked for some tea
And you made it perfectly.
See you tomorrow.

I also wrote...

I went to Starbucks.
Your great smile caught my eye.
A good day, indeed!

I dunno if those are any good. But I'm no poet so that's as good as it's going to get.

That's So Shway

My friend Audrey shared this song with me, which is why I decided if I can't write a song I'll write a poem. The song is called Taylor, the latte boy. It's hilarious.

Feeling naked

I'm going au natural, people. Well, at least on my face...a little. Okay, lets back up. Here's the typical morning for me:

Get in shower.
Get out of shower.
Put on facial moisturizer.
Turn on my laptop.
Check weather/email.
Decide what to wear.
Get dressed.
Put goop in my hair.
Dry my hair.
Put on blemish cover-up thing on blemishes. Ha. AKA zits.
Put on liquid foundation.
Put on a bit of powder foundation.
Put on Benefit's Dandelion powder (gives you a bit of color).
Curl eyelashes.
Put on eyeliner.
Put on Mascara.
Put on chapstick.

Well, everything is the same until you get to dry my hair. Lately, after that step I've skipped everything but Dandelion and curl my eyelashes. I'm going au natural.

I've had an insecurity about my acne since I was, like, 12 so this is a big deal for me. I don't like going without foundation because then you see my face's flaws. Actually, you could still see them with the foundation but somehow I felt like I could hide behind that. If you think I'm insane, I'm not. I remember an Oprah show I randomly watched a long time ago where she had every audience member go without make-up. I think they had all been challenged to go a week without makeup and then their last day they got to see Oprah. Like it was a prize or something. Then Oprah had people on the show who have worn make-up since they were, like, 12 (sound familiar?) talk about how naked and insecure they felt without makeup but Oprah made it better and showed them they shouldn't have to hide behind the powder and gunk. I remember watching this when I was young and thinking they were ridiculous. Only problem is that's pretty much how I was all through middle school, high school and college. Thankfully, things have changed lately and now that I am away from the school/peer pressure atmosphere I've been able to lighten up a bit. I still wear it when I'm going out and want to look pretty. However, for the first time I can go out without all the gunk on my face and be comfortable. I wonder if Oprah would like to hear my story.

That's So Shway

Sticking on the Oprah kick this post suddenly took on, I got a letter from her yesterday in the mail. Well, not Oprah personally. More like her people that run her magazine, O. So they'll give me 12 issues for $12. Sweeet! I don't even read her magazine but $1 an issue is a steal. Plus, she has good book recommendations.