The Cop-Out Post

After filling out one of these at least once a week in middle school, I never really got anymore emails of the "fill out these questions and send it to your friends!" variety. Until yesterday. With no class today, I figured I'd do some soul-searching (however shallow or deep), and post it here. Enjoy!

1. What is your occupation? student/blogger/professional procrastinator

2. What color are your socks right now? flesh colored... I'm barefoot!

3. What are you listening to right now? an iTunes playlist my friend Sarah made... currently playing Amos Lee "Night Train"
4. What was the last thing that you ate? vanilla yogurt with vanilla & almond granola from Trader Joe's
5. Can you drive a stick shift? I refuse to try. When I drive, my attention is either on a) the road or b) the radio. A stick shift is too much to handle.
6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Turquoise or very bright yellow
7. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Not including the drunk dials I got at 1:30 and 2:20 am... my friend Sarah, last night.
9. How old are you today? 21
10. Favorite drink? Nonfat vanilla latte from Peet's Coffee & Tea. Or a really good glass of pinot!
11. What is your favorite sport to watch? Baseball and college basketball
12. Have you ever dyed your hair? Just recently gave into blonde highlights... The lack of sunshine in Oregon turned my hair brown.
13. Pets? Have a cat at home, will one day get a dog!

14. Favorite food? Red meat and chocolate.
15. Last movie you watched? Ocean's 13, but Michael Clayton is up next on my Netflix
16. Favorite Day of the year? A sunny day with the freedom to do anything I want. And Christmas.
17. What do you do to vent anger? Bitch to one of my friends.
18. What was your favorite toy as a child? My plastic Play-Skool birthday cake with snap-on frosting that you could "cut" apart! (Can you tell cake is a theme in my life?) The dress-up drawer was a big draw too.
19. What is your favorite season? Spring
20. Hugs or kisses? Depends on who they're coming from
21. Cherry or Blueberry? Cherry. I'm the kind of person that will only eat the red gummy bears out of the bag.
25. When was the last time you cried? When my brother totaled my car 2 and a half weeks ago and I didn't know where he was.
26. What is on the floor of your closet? My laundry bag, a clothes hamper full of shoes, and a plastic set of drawers.
29. Favorite smells? Gardenia, Tuberose, Jasmine, and Christmas trees
30. Least favorite smell? Anything that smells bad?
31. Who inspires you? Oprah. (Yeah, I said it.)

32. What are you afraid of? Ants, birds, scary movies.
33. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? Plain, with grilled pineapple. I'm also learning to love bacon cheeseburgers.
34. Favorite car? Large, black Range Rovers. (Environment, shmenvironment.)
35. Favorite cat breed? I like them all, but the hairless ones or excessively fluffy ones bug me.

36. Number of keys on your key ring? 2

37. How many years at your current job? almost 4... graduating in June!
38. Favorite day of the week? Sunny Fridays with nothing to do
39. How many states have you lived in? 2: California and Oregon. And London, for 6 weeks.
40. Do you think you're funny? I sometimes don't know if people are laughing WITH me or AT me. Either one is fine.

Super Tuesday Trumps Super Bowl Sunday

I realize that, as an advertising student, I should be all over the Super Bowl ads: which ones I loved (Tide To Go, FedEx pigeons, Justin Timberlake Pepsi), which ones disappointed (pretty much any Budweiser/Bud Lite ads), etc. But, as much fun as making fun of stupidity is, there is a much greater topic to be discussed.

Today is Super Tuesday. The day when 20 states vote in the presidential primary elections. In this toss-up of an election year, Obama and Hilary have been essentially trading wins back and forth. But with 20 states voting in one day, this one can't end in a draw. My one gripe is that I'm currently registered to vote in the state of Oregon, which doesn't hold its primary until May, so I may not make as much of a difference. Many of you, however, can, and absolutely should. I don't care what side you're on, what color your state is, or how lazy you are. Just get out and vote!

If you need a little push from some celebrity endorsers, I have just the thing. Although this video is clearly in support of Barack Obama, the message is still inspirational. We have the power to change our country, but you can only use that power if you get out and VOTE. If for no other reason, do it for me-- I can't vote until May.

I Love Parodies, Part 2

As a pretty frequent listener of Top 40 radio stations, the same songs get played out quickly. Granted, there are ones you will listen to no matter what ("Buy You a Drank" is one of them for me), but some just get old really fast. Jim Jones' "We Fly High" has definitely had its moment, but now it's just annoying. (You can only yell "BWAALLLIIIIIINNN" so many times before you're over it.) Thankfully, some white boys have parodied it to great success. Maybe I like it because I like parodies, or maybe it's because it reminds me of something my younger brother and his friends would do, or even have done already. Either way, it makes me willing to listen to the song again, which the artist can't complain about too much. My favorite parts: the fact that the boys are wearing Hollister and North Face--not urban by ANY means; and they included a token black guy. Enjoy it for yourself, below.

Does a Guitar Make You Sexy?

There must be some unwritten rule that all male singer-songwriters that I like must be somewhat odd-looking. (See: John Mayer, James Morrison, Jason Mraz, James Blunt. Also note that their names must start with J.) Maybe it's so that people will take their music seriously because they're not traditionally attractive men. This is akin to Jessica Alba saying she doesn't use her looks to get parts because she is a "serious actress." But maybe it's because these men were shy and insecure in high school because of their looks, so none of the girls wanted them, so they joined the band, picked up a guitar, and then spent all their time locked in their rooms writing moody songs about the girls who don't want them because they're in the band. Seems to have worked out in the end, don't you think? They serve as a lesson for high schoolers everywhere: the boys in the band will end up being hotter than the boys on the football team. Band boys, have faith. Girls, take note.