Sunday, February 17, 2013

the commandment that should never be broken

Everyone has pet peeves and many of them, but I'm sure everyone also has one that really just drives them crazy. Mine is when people use incorrect grammar. Yes, I understand that some people may not have ever finished a formal education, and therefore, it isn't always their fault, but I believe that everyone should attempt to at least learn the basics. For instance, their, they're and there all have complete different meanings, as do were and we're and lay, laid, lie and lied.

Especially in my major of Public Relations, but certainly in all aspects of life, communication skills are key. Being able to speak and write well to represent yourself and your ideas are necessary to get through life and especially in today's job market.

Therefore, I believe that, at least for me, the eleventh commandment should be "Thou shalt not use incorrect grammar." Because our society today is so enveloped in technology, I tweeted my commandment. Obviously just me tweeting it doesn't make a huge difference, but if, say the Pope tweeted this as the eleventh commandment, he would have serious influence over a large population of the world, that is if he tweeted it before February 28.


Sunday, February 10, 2013

deliciousness

I've come to realize in my time here on earth that most guys names Ryan tend to be SMOKING HOT. I can give you three examples off the top of my head (let's be honest, I daydream about these men on the reg): Ryan Reynolds, Ryan Gosling, and Ryan Lochte. All really, really hot.

If I had to kidnap anyone, it would probably be Ryan Reynolds. From what I can tell in all of his movies, he's pretty cool, and in The Proposal, he let's a woman boss him around, so that could work out nicely for us. The only thing better than kidnapping Ryan Reynolds, though, would be kidnapping Ryan Gosling. He's super hot not, but let's be real; he stole my heart back in The Notebook.

So, my plan is to kidnap Ryan Reynolds (RR). I'll make a ransom note to be found by his wife, Blake Lively, who is just as perfect in every way like RR, except I'm not a lesbian. Anyways Blake will get my ransom note declaring my kidnapping of RR, and I will gladly return him to her in exchange for "the other Ryan," who would be Ryan Gosling (RG). This way, I figure, I'll get to spend at least a week with RR while Blake tracks down RG (celebrities are very hard to track down, unless you're me. I easily kidnap them), and then when we make the switch I get plenty of time with RG until the authorities come looking for me. In my eyes, it's a win-win situation.



Attention Grabber

Let's face it: guys aren't the best at taking hints. Ever. Try as they might, they don't usually figure out the romance thing on their own, but instead need a little push. Or a big one. So when my soulmate was about to walk away forever last night, I knew I had to act fast.

Let me rewind a bit to catch you up. I'm at the bar with my girlfriends, winding down after another long week. I'm not interested in picking up guys or anything like that. I just want a nice, chill evening. I look up to see my friend staring at the doorway, and following her eyes, see the most perfect male specimen I have ever laid my eyes on. He was average height: about five feet 9 inches, which is perfect for me since I'm barely over five feet tall. His brown locks were short but still long enough to run your fingers through. But those eyes were what got me. Usually I don't go for dark eyes, but his chocolate brown eyes looked as if they held thousands of years of secrets. So deep that I could stare into them forever.

As soon as I decided that this could be the one for me, he was already turning to walk back out of the door. I knew I had to get his attention, but wasn't sure how. That annoying pop song about giving some guy you just met your number popped into my head, but I didn't have any paper, and I knew that guys rarely called back, especially if they had been drinking and didn't even remember what you looked like. No, I needed to do something that would keep him from walking out of that door and out of my life forever. I grabbed the nearest napkin and scrounged around for my eyeliner to write the five words that I knew would grab his attention and keep it: I wanna have your babies.