It's about to get nostalgic up in here.

       I sit here, finding it very difficult to write this entry without getting a little teary-eyed. On Friday, I moved out of residence and didn't really have time to say good-bye to anyone. Which I regret, because I wish I could have gone around and hugged every single one of you. (Even you, mean caf lady.) Though I'll be there in September, the experience will be very different, and not just because I'll be writing up the drunk kids instead of being one of them.

     I guess it's easiest to start at the beginning, and I have to say that those first few weeks in residence were probably one of the most exciting times in my short 18 years on earth. It was the first time I was completely on my own, and it was freeing and frightening all at the same time. But, it was comforting to know that everyone around me was in the same boat, and in those first couple of weeks, we certainly took advantage of our new found freedom. We danced, we laughed and we drank way too much. (Not to sound like an overplayed Macklemore song.)

      I settled well into my new (somewhat) adult life, and I was lucky enough to have met some awesome people along the way. Every experience this year was truly unforgettable, and I know, that sounds incredibly cheesy, but it's a sappy memories blog, what do you expect? And I really just want to thank everyone for making it this year one of the most phenomenal.

  Thanks to everyone I danced with, took too many shots with, watch ridiculous amounts of movies with, and most importantly, laughed with... and I'd like to formally thank the girl from the stairwell who clothed me on Halloween weekend, I never got to do that.

    Next year just won't be the same without you all.

Okay, I'm done being touchy-feely. Carry on.

Just A Thought.

   

The Luck Of The Irish

St. Patrick's Day or what I like to call Kenzie's excuse to be uber wasted day (without explanation) is fast approaching.

Being of Irish heritage myself, St. Patrick's celebrations are embedded in blood.
It started at a very young age for me. Every time I went over to my Nana's house, I would always want to watch a young and handsome Sean Connery sing "My Pretty Irish Girl" in Darby O'Gill and the Little People and wish I was Katie who he was singing to.. Older man complex again, I'm sorry, I'll try and refrain from now on.
I can say I almost like it better than Christmas.. almost.

It's the fact that I'm allowed to eat as much corned beef and cabbage as I want without getting looked at weird... Is there really anything wrong with loving boiled cabbage so much?

Or that I get to drink as much alcohol as I want and not kick myself the next day. Well, not totally.. hangover damage kits are still essential.

And whether you spend it eating mushy vegetables or getting absolutely dickered, I can only wish that you have the luck of the Irish on your side, to help you find that pot of gold, over the rainbow... (Insert other corny, Irish-associated ideals here.)

Just A Thought.

How will you all be spending your St. Patty's Day? Any embarassing or memorable St. Patty's stories? Share them with me, and share this with your friends.. It's a win-win!

Would you like your receipt?

Working in the service industry for approximately three years, you get to see many different types of customers.

And it really doesn't matter where you've worked, you always have those customers who are on the phone when you are trying to serve them. Now that we are in the age were almost everyone has a cell phone, it becomes a more common occurance.
I'm sorry, but this just erks me to my very core.

Here you are, calling over the next person in line but they are completely oblivious to you, and the other people behind them, because of their intense Snapchat going on with their BFF that they just saw five mintues ago. So, you call them over, it's takes a couple tries and some voice raising, but some of them eventually waddle over to your till. Or, you get the customers who will just ignore you completely and finish whatever they're doing on their phones before stepping up to the counter.

Once they finally get to your register, they're fumbling with their wallets and change purse while they continue their conversations about how wasted they were the other night. But no problem, you'll just sit there with a plastered-on smile until they're ready, no pressure now.

After the pain-staking dig for coffee money, you ask them if they would like their receipt, as you are suppose to do... But then you look from you till only to notice the glare of the iPhone screen as they walk out the door.

There is one aspect about this whole thing that just grinds my gears. And you will get this not-so-rare breed of customer.

You ask to help whoever is next... and it all happens in one swift movemet.

The people.. who have the balls... to raise the "one minute" finger to you and finish their conversation with blatant disregard for you or anyone else behind them....

LIKE ARE YOU SERIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!???????????????? I'M ABOUT TO COME OVER THIS COUNTER AND SLAP THE ANDROID OUT OF YOUR GRUBBY LITTLE HAND!

I don't know, this may be just an angry rant. But seriously, have some common courtesy for the people around you. We're people too!

Just A Thought.

Do you guys work in the service industry too? Get these kinds of customers or other types that grind your gears? Or even if you don't, do you think its an inconsiderate thing to do? Share your thoughts! I want to hear!

Burrito Love.

"Does a burrito by any other name still taste as awesome?"

Shakespeare has inspired me to express my feelings to my one true love. Burittos.
There is no deeper connection than the one between a girl and her buritto. It's an unspeakable bond.

Is there really anything better than a burrito? I mean, really?
Whether you prefer it with chicken, pulled pork or your veggies, the warm feeling you get when you take the first bite isn't like any other. (And I promise you it's not the jalapenos.)

It's the way the black beans and rice mingle together like the patrons at a crowded house-party, how the guacamole is spread evenly over the tortilla like applying tanning oil on the nicest day at the beach, all wrapped and grilled like a warm hug on a cold day... Ugh, I'm drooling...

I don't know, it may be that I use food to fill the voids of my heart (and my arteries) but burritos not only fill my guts with deliciousness... but they fill it with love.

I love you burritos.

Just A Thought.

Older Man Complex

     We all have a (or multiple) celebrity crush. Some girls swoon when they see Adam Levine's shirt-less body, or Justin Bieber's pouty lips pasted all over their Instagram. I mean, who can blame them? I can't help but get a little hot and bothered when I see a picture of Ryan Gosling (Not that he's my screensaver or anything...) But recently I've discovered, my celebrity and real-life crushes have gotten noticeably older and wiser for the average taste of the young adult.

      While sitting in the lounge watching the Oscars this past Sunday, Jack Nicholson came on stage and my friend turns to me and says "Kenz, you just love Jack Nicholson, don't you?" I simply let out a small giggle. You think I would draw the line at a guy with extreme road rage.. But I don't know, there's something about great acting ability and a spiffy-looking tuxedo that makes my legs feel like Jell-o. I've come to the realization that this must have started for me at a young age. I remember in my younger days when I couldn't help but let out a girlish scream ever time I saw Zac Efron in his Wildcats uniform. It may not seems as weird now, but if you think about it, I was 12 at the time, and he was 18, as if there would have ever been chance... Well there still isn't, but that's beside the point.

     It became even more apparent when my friends and I would make inappropriate remarks about our high-school math teacher... It was something we all laughed at, but admit it girls, somewhere deep down, you were speaking the truth. It got even weirder when I stared writing those questionable tweets about my 30-something year old professors. Is it so wrong to bond over your alcoholism and comment on how great his new glasses look?

You'd think I'm a middle-aged woman talking with her girlfriends over wine about how great George Clooney looks with his beard. But, sadly you are mistaken. I'm only an 18-year-old university student with too much time on her hands. I'm coming to terms with it. My name is Kenzie and I have an older man complex.

Do you really think it's that weird that I find older men attractive? I mean I think Justin Trudeau's got it going in all the right places, and Mitt Romney... Ok, too far.

Just A Thought.

Just A Thought.

     A few weeks ago, while I was sitting in my residence cafeteria, stuffing my face with my usual high-fat, low-in-nutriant potato fix, my friend turned to me and said she was starting a blog about cosmetics. I had always thought about starting a blog, but never thought about what I would write. I thought about all the other blogs I had seen, and wanted to know the secret to their internet stardom. Most of the blogs I read were either about make-up, DIY's or hipster trends that I secretly wanted to be a part of but knew that it would probably never happen. Unlike my friend, I knew nothing about cosmetics, in fact, I didn't even know how to properly apply eye-liner until this summer, the closest thing to a DIY I had ever done was re-paint a dresser with my mom.. who had to sand down the entire thing by herself because I didn't like the feeling of sand-paper, and well.. We all know I'm not going to be the next Lena Dunham, who I actually didn't know existed until I watch the Golden Globes a couple of weeks ago.

     So, for the past couple of weeks, I've been pondering, wondering, thinking, about what I could possible write about... And then it popped into my head. I spend most of my time just thinking and building on the random thoughts that bounce around in my cerebrial, and I always wonder if other people are thinking about the same things... Or is it just me? So here we are. Read my blog. Share your random thoughts, I really want to hear them! No, really!.. maybe we have the same twisted mind-set, I might even write about it. Maybe if you're really nice, you'll share this with your friends, your mom, maybe your cat or pet fish.

Hmm, I wonder if fish can hear?... Just A Thought.