Although this picture was taken a couple days before the proposal, I think it adequately sums up my feelings:
Showing posts with label life's important questions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life's important questions. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
RINGing in the New Year... get it??
I had a whole New Year's resolutions post to write, but it will have to wait because I'm MUCH too busy looking at the new sparkly addition to my left hand! Yes, Brian and I are engaged!! He popped the question on January 2nd, starting 2011 off on the most blissful, happy, perfect foot.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Sex Ed
This past weekend, three of my closest friends and I went to a sex museum in NYC. For scholarly reasons.
No, really.
Allow me to explain.
Although I was an English major in college, I was an “everything else” minor. I took random classes in nearly every discipline, from math to chemistry to fine art, and although I loved my major, some of these random classes ended up being some of my favorites. One such class was a Philosophy course called Sexual Ethics.
I took the class with the same three friends I was with this weekend (one of whom was a Philosophy major and encouraged us to take the class because of her love of the professor who taught it*). Sexual Ethics was one of the best classes I took all four years of my undergraduate career, not just for the ample quotes it provided my inner twelve-year-old boy to snicker at, but because it was a legitimately fascinating, difficult, scholarly course that taught me to think in a different way about people, gender, relationships, the law and life.
But it’s my bestie Tait who provides what is probably my favorite memory of the class. Never one to waste ink or page space, Tait simply wrote “sex” in her planner every Tuesday and Thursday along with the other classes she was taking that semester. One day in a sorority chapter meeting, Mary Mitchell Williams saw Tait flipping through her planner, leaned over and whispered, “Do you schedule sex?!”
At Millsaps, I guess you never know.
* Who happens to be bald, gay and a complete genius.
No, really.
Allow me to explain.
Although I was an English major in college, I was an “everything else” minor. I took random classes in nearly every discipline, from math to chemistry to fine art, and although I loved my major, some of these random classes ended up being some of my favorites. One such class was a Philosophy course called Sexual Ethics.
I took the class with the same three friends I was with this weekend (one of whom was a Philosophy major and encouraged us to take the class because of her love of the professor who taught it*). Sexual Ethics was one of the best classes I took all four years of my undergraduate career, not just for the ample quotes it provided my inner twelve-year-old boy to snicker at, but because it was a legitimately fascinating, difficult, scholarly course that taught me to think in a different way about people, gender, relationships, the law and life.
But it’s my bestie Tait who provides what is probably my favorite memory of the class. Never one to waste ink or page space, Tait simply wrote “sex” in her planner every Tuesday and Thursday along with the other classes she was taking that semester. One day in a sorority chapter meeting, Mary Mitchell Williams saw Tait flipping through her planner, leaned over and whispered, “Do you schedule sex?!”
At Millsaps, I guess you never know.
* Who happens to be bald, gay and a complete genius.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
life's important questions
The scene:
Our living room, last night.
The players:
1. Me, on the couch in my underwear watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire on ABC Family, passed out due to massive amounts of Mexican food and red wine; possibly drooling... I am attractive.
2. Brian, coming in to find me in said position.
The time:
Evening. Harry Potter is nearly over.
Brian: “You know, it seems like a lot of work to get Harry into this tournament and try to make him win. Wouldn’t it be a lot easier if Voldermort just made a portkey out of one of his Playboys or something?”
Wouldn’t it indeed.
In an unrelated note, he also asked the following:
“You know its 10:30, right? What are you going to do when school starts and you can’t just sleep all the time?”
To which I responded, “I don’t know WHAT you are talking about,” rolled over, mumbled something else about ice cream and/or kittens and drooled some more.
In an unrelated (but still related to the first note) note, Daniel Radcliffe’s hair was seriously JANKED UP in HP4.
Thank god he cut that shit.
Disclaimer: Brian is a great fan of all the Harry Potter books (after I brought him into civilized society by making him read them last year). Don’t send him hate mail for allegedly not appreciating J. K. Rowling’s genius.
Our living room, last night.
The players:
1. Me, on the couch in my underwear watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire on ABC Family, passed out due to massive amounts of Mexican food and red wine; possibly drooling... I am attractive.
2. Brian, coming in to find me in said position.
The time:
Evening. Harry Potter is nearly over.
Brian: “You know, it seems like a lot of work to get Harry into this tournament and try to make him win. Wouldn’t it be a lot easier if Voldermort just made a portkey out of one of his Playboys or something?”
Wouldn’t it indeed.
In an unrelated note, he also asked the following:
“You know its 10:30, right? What are you going to do when school starts and you can’t just sleep all the time?”
To which I responded, “I don’t know WHAT you are talking about,” rolled over, mumbled something else about ice cream and/or kittens and drooled some more.
In an unrelated (but still related to the first note) note, Daniel Radcliffe’s hair was seriously JANKED UP in HP4.
Disclaimer: Brian is a great fan of all the Harry Potter books (after I brought him into civilized society by making him read them last year). Don’t send him hate mail for allegedly not appreciating J. K. Rowling’s genius.
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