depressing quote of the day

spiteful words can hurt your feelings,

but silence breaks your heart.

mary poppins is a jerk

I've had this song stuck in my head for the last week.

But I think it's a good sign.



Also, I want to go back in time, marry Dick Van Dyke and have a million of his babies.

intellectual dodge-ball

I came to the realization today that choosing teams for class projects is just like choosing teams for elementary school gym class. As soon as the game (or project) is decided, everyone panics. Some people pair up with the person next to them out of convenience, others strategically scope out the room for their first, second or third choice, and the rest just try to look pre-occupied - without looking too pathetic - until they are called on.

I fall into the latter category.

However, I feel like I have the upper-hand this time around. Because what I lack in physical coordination and speed, I like to think I make up in mental prowess and stamina.

That, or the third choice was taken.

If any of my partners are reading this, I don't want to know.

Top Ten Reasons...

Why 7-Eleven is better than Shockoe Espresso:

10. 7-Eleven is open 24 hours a day. Shockoe is open 24 hours a week.

9. The coffee still sucks, but at least 7-Eleven doesn't try to pretend like anyone would actually want to buy it in bulk.

8. 7-Eleven never smells, tastes or feels like burning.

7. Although equally disgruntled, you'll never have to worry about 7-Eleven employees touching your pastries or making your sandwiches bare-handed.

6. 7-Eleven never plays 80s love ballads on repeat.

5. 7-Eleven has seven different kinds of flavored creamer packets and a do-it yourself flavored syrup station. Shockoe has a jug of sour half-and-half.

4. 7-Eleven doesn't rape you for a bagel or make you pay 10 dollars for a bottle of expired Naked juice .

3. 7-Eleven is a 'friend to the environment', their coffee sleeve told me so.

2. You don't have to feel bad about feeling bad about yourself in a 7-Eleven. Everyone is there because they hate themselves.

1. No slam poetry Sundays. Period.


Feel free to add to the list - these are just the first 10 thoughts that popped into my head.

Dear Sweden, Germany and Austria...

While I am flattered that you have shown such great interest in my humble little blog, I regret to inform you that when my great-grandfather came to America 80 years ago, he dropped the umlaut from our last name.

Therefore, 'Brost' no longer translates to 'Breast'.

I apologize for any confusion.

All my best,

Diana

Has this ever happened to YOU??!!

Have you ever been in the middle of a conversation with a friend/co-worker/boss and all of the sudden realize that you had a sexy dream about them the night before? And then did you get all flustered and embarrassed and wonder whether or not said person secretly shared the same dream about you? And also, did that said dream involve the other person being a superhero of some sort? More specifically, Super-Man?

Me neither.

my proudest moment

It happened four years ago when i was visiting home for the holidays.

I told my dad a joke.

While he was taking a sip of beer.

And he literally did a spit take.

It was like straight out of a movie - but even more priceless because it is very uncharacteristic of my dad to drink beer, much like beer out of a glass.

If I could just do that once more in my lifetime, I think I would die a happy woman.