emotional new years post

it took me less than a week to fall right back into my edina lifestyle. I lived in chicago for two and a half months and i have a really awesome life there but on break i went right back to sleeping until three and eating my mom's breakfast and going to starbucks and a movie and that was a eventful day. As much as i love it here, i CANNOT stay here. Of course i will miss it but that is no reason to stay here.

I also miss chicago. i miss class, i miss my new friends, i miss professors, i miss living on my own and being annoyed with the people on my floor (except for 104.5) i miss laughing about stupid things with kelly and being sarcastic w/ nina and giggling with the girls of seton hall. I love all of my friend from high school, they mean the world to me and always will and are irreplacable. I'm soo bummed that i'll be back at class while they get to gt into shenanigans here but if i have to spend another week in this bubble of a suburb of minneapolis i'm gonna burst.

so here is my message it the inter-nets and the world of blog readers: i love you, thank you for dealing w/ the boring posts of break, get ready chicago, i've been gone for awhile but taylor obrien is on her way back and ready to be in the city again and possible start trouble, to the people of edina, i love you i'll miss you and will see six of you over presidents day weekend :)

i'm not saying i hated all of break, coffee with laura was fun and there were other evening activities that i thoroughly enjoyed ;) sorry but a winky smiley face emoticon is what best portrays that sentiment, you know?

much love, talk to you in chicago

stupid hobbit

very few things excite me as much as cheesy potatoes and ham, in fact, i can't even think of one right now.

mmmmm

what is this feeling so sudden and new

there is a new love in my life, and you will all be happy to hear that it isn't an inappropriate crush on an unattainable boy or an obsession w/ a 90's pop band, it goes further than that

today i went to costco for the first time

purchases include

seasons 3 and 4 of the OC
the entire back to the future trilogy
brother bear
the best of the 70's collection
stephen colbert's new book
a bottomless cup of diet coke for 59 CENTS!!!

all very worth it
nothing cost more than 15 dollars
i fricking love costco

mmmbop aged very well

it has happened, my musical taste has hit an all time low, you thought it happened w/ the backstreet boys 4th cd, you thought it happened again at the il divo christmas album, but it has gotten even worse and i can't deny it anymore.

i really like hanson.

not old hanson, we're not talking about middle of nowhere here, we are talking about a beautiful pop/rock mix of pretty boys, emotional songs, and more lyrics i don't really understand, its beautiful.

please don't judge,

listen to penny and me with a candle burning, you'll see your future

no, i'm not socially retarded, i'm witty and wonderful

me: where is the "one of a kind" hat
my manager: there are seven and they're in the sale department
me: thats funny
my manager: why?
me: there are seven "one of a kind" hats
my manager: i still don't get it...

i need the patch, and the gum, and the self help books...

i have an addiction. its become a problem in my life and it is keeping me from moving forward. some of you may already know about it. Its something that comes up in my life a lot and it is truly a burden that i must get rid of if i am ever going to have a healthy relationship in my life

i'm addicted to crushes

i have become a master of finding a boy who is a safe distance away from me, be it physical space, the presence of a girlfriend or the ever popular fictional character who doesn't actually exist and decide that that is the man i should spend the rest of my life with. I proceed to fantasize about how wonderful a relationship would be with this completely unatainable person until i'm bored or i find a new person to have a safely fruitless crush on.

we would go on these dates (always funny movies or quirky restaurants, maybe watching some tv on dvd and having a wonderful cuddle session), we would go here when we met each others family, we would hang out with these people, we wouldn't go on double dates w/ these people but we would with these people, he would where this half zip sweater from jcrew that just got marked down, he would buy me these socks, we would get in these fights about these silly things and in the end make up because we are just so madly in love and nothing else matters.

we would break up because he drinks too much or because henever got over his ex or because he has to move to india to study elephants in order to pursue his passion of having a tv show about animals like jeff corwin.

shoot, well someday i'll meet an actually available boy who makes me want to buy half zip sweaters for and fight with about why he always only compliments my hair when its straight and not curly, but until then i guess i'll stick with the fictional men of gilmore girls and so on...

mixed emotions

I used to be a very judgemental person. thats a lie i still am, but i am no longer judging the greek system the way i used to. maybe it was my hippie-mothers influence that made me think that sororities were stupid and they were brainless and all fratboys were losers who popped collars.

they may pop collars and the sororoties may have mascots like lady-bugs and panda bears, they know how to have a very good time and i am now a converted fan. if the greek system at depaul was like the one at the u, you could sign me up.

just don't tell my mom...

hmm out with the old

for the most part i believe that the original is usually better than the remake or the sequel. superman, zorro, xmen. but there is one execption to this rule and i always remember it around christmas

miracle on 34th street

mr. bedford wheres sweaters like its his job, he's a successful lawyer in new york city, he is funny, kind, and he believes in santa claus. any boy meeting this description (you don't necesarily have to be a lawyer but an appreciation of justice would be a bonus) please contact me via blog or email and be prepared for marriage. :D

do as the raccoons do

If a quarter of college and a week of christmas break has taught me anything, it would be that i need schedule. I am an anxiety prone freak fest most of the time and if i don't have a schedule i start to turn into a nocturnal sloth. sleep until 3:45, move to the couch, watch gilmore girls special features and whatever primetime tv show i happen to be addicted to for that day of the week, go out for a couple of hours w/ laura or colleen and be bored in edina, then go to bed WAY to late and wake up the next afternoon and do it all again.

WELL ALL THAT CHANGES NOW! Tomorrow i start my job at jcrew, i'll be wearing khakis and i will mean business. I will act as a productive member of society, i will read books and write thank you notes and find some poor people who i could volunteer for. also, tomorrow i will be watching i love new york 2 and the hills because this weeks episodes look very scandalous.

maybe i'll start being productive on tuesday.

more like super duper target

so on this very sad day when the rest of college world returned to their respective schools and continued furthering their education, i decided that gilmore girls season five would be a very wise purchase, maybe also som pretty patterned assorted ink ball point pens. yes, also very necesary.

maybe i should just spend eight hours today watching three complete discs of the fifth season, aahh yes, the joys of being home.

i'm bored, is it time to go back to chicago yet?

woopsie daisey

i just saw that in my last post i wrote "queen sized bread." obviously that was supposed to be bed, but i wonder what people assumed when i said that queen sized bread allowed for sleeping in a star formation....sorry blog world, i'll be more careful next time :/

this greyhound is delta bound baby

things i love about being home...
1. being with friends who like to break out into song
2. an entire kitchen of snack food
3. queen size bread that allow for sleeping on a star formation
4. bacon
5. cute comedians who wear guns and roses tees with no underwear

his dogs itch

so this weekend was a wonderful fun fest of plays and tears and taco bell. be careful of the extra large baha blast, it usually results in a huge tummy ache.

i'm bored of school. I used to think i wanted to go home because i miss edina, but i don't. i miss the people a lot but the thought of living in edina for six weeks straight with nothing to do is a little frightening to me right now. maybe to calm my fears i'll look at all the pretty pictures in people's sexiest man alive article (the award was given to matt damon and some disagree with the decision but all i have to say to them is screw you, more matt damon for me then)

much love

taylor, do it

its been quite some time since i've played with jacklyn and whitney and co. and i had begun to question my spontinaity and ablility to do something crazy and cooky on command. that was until i got a text from manute informing me that she was in chicago and i decided i should steal the letter "a" from the cheesecake factory in the john hanncock building. so thankyou manute, even if i don't see you, your spirit is with me.... :)

logan and hannah-how it all began

It had been another uncomfortable night on the floor of the barn, haunted with dreams of the last time he had been at the McCullough farm. His dreams had been filled with visions of Hannah's young, supple body, her eyes filled with curiosity and yearning. They had both been so different then, he remembered the first time that they met....

(enter flashback mode)

Logan had spend the last week of May getting the farm ready for the arrival of the McCullough's granddaughter from NYC. It wa the first time any of their family would visit the acres and everyone was on edge preparing for it. Logan was exhausted, he had been working in the fields all morning and it showed on his tan body which was shimmering in the afternoon sun which kissed him muscles for hours before the rest of the farm even began working. He ripped his shirt off as he walked into the usually empty kitchen for a glass of water but there was someone else there that morning.
Her deep auburn hair was pulled back messily into a ponytai revealing a soft face splattered with freckles. Her chestnut eyes fell on his physique and she gasped. He looked up, first noticing her vuluptuous chest in an ever so tight tank top, then noticing her shocked face.
"Oh I'm so sorry, I didin't see you there," Logan muttered, attempting clumsily to redress.
"Yeah, um, is my grandma here?" her voice was raspy and soothing.
"You must be Hannah, glad to finally meet you, I'm Logan," he said extending his hand to shake hers.
"Um, Yeah thats great, I'm gonna go find my grandparents," and with that she got up and left the room leaving Logan there with his arm hanging, waiting for her touch that would come sooner than he thought. As she left the room he was able to see her tattered blue jeans move perfectly with the sway of her hips and he caught his gaze lingering too long on the curve of her back pockets. He felt a rise in his own pants and immediately sat down. "oh no, this is going to get complicated," he whispered to himself as fantasies whirled through his head...

i left my pride at the library

so today i decided i should start researching my paper for my urban planning class because i refuse to be the girl who goes to college and gets a c first quarter. after spending thirty minutes on the computer trying to navigate the labrinth that is the DePaul University online catalogue, i went upstairs to look for the books i needed, only to be met by the most extensive and confusing row of periodicals which apparently they don't organize on sundays or i just am library challenged. when i finally found what i needed and went to the copier finish my work, i had a lot of difficulty getting it to work and that was the metaphorical last straw. When at the circulation desk asking about the copiers i tried to keep my cool but was unsuccessful.

sir, the copier doesn't work
yes it does ma'am
well how do i get it to work because all it says is insert card but i did and it still won't copy so i don't think it does
did you leave the card in the machine?
what
you have to leave it in the machine
why
so it will copy

it was at this point that i began to cry. in the library. in front of the semi-attractive library attendant. actual tears. i mumbled something about an appointment i was late for and left quickly. i left my favorite pen, and my pride in the John T. Richardson library this morning and i still don't have the copy of the article on Cabrini-Green that i need. shoot

Logan and Hannah

A long time ago (during calc) i wrote the beginning of an amazing romance novel, and i just realized that it was never published. so i have decided to publish it here on my blog in short installments so all the world can know the glory of Logan the farmhand and Hannah the city girl with a haunted past.

She entered the barn that morning like so many mornings before, forgetting about the farms new visitor. Logan lay there in his hastily madew bed, naked, his sweaty sculpted body glistening in the new ays laight. Her heart skipped a beat and she gasped as her eyes moved slowly down his form, first his peaceful face, strong arms, ripling abs, and finally, his erect shaft. Hannah blushed @ the idea of what Logan was dreaming about, unable to help but hope that she was involved.

As she turned around to leave the floorboards creaked and Logan shifted in his sleep, whispering, "Hannah yes" ever so quietly. She stopped. Had she heard correctly? Was her mind playing tricks on her? Did ogan remember and treasure their summer together a year ago the same way that she did? Hannah rmembered that very heated summer and how it changed her forever.

to be continued...

to fluff or not to fluff

the big dilema-do i add crappy writing to my paper to fluff it up to the intended 5-6 pages? or do i turn in the 4 good pages i have and hope my prof will be so blown away by my intimidating knowledge of plebeian society in 17th century mexico city and look past the lacking of appx 200 word?

i know, i think i'll watch three episodes of brothers and sisters on abc.com, maybe rob lowe and sally field(s?) will know what to do...

barefoot in chicago

it turns out i'm a wimpy protester...i don't like this war but its cold and i'm a little bored, why don't we go downtown and get a sandwich and maybe a little h&m? thats much more my style of resistance :)

also, rainy weekends, especially around halloween, make slumber parties much more appetizing than trying to have fun in a little costume in the gross wet weather.

thanks for playing with me this weekend, and see you lovelies in 24 days!
much love
big spoon

too many emotions for an emoticon

dear sri and muffin,
hurry up and get here, i wanna play with you.
much love
me

parents weekend 2k7

parents weekend was a success, but it reminded me of why i struggled the summer before i left. questions from my mom like, "are you eating" and "but where does your roommates boyfriend sleep in your room?" and my favorite "do you want me to introduce you to that boy in front of us, i rode the elevator with his mother..."

thanks family, i love you all and i had a wonderful time but i would greatly appreciate it if you went home now :)

wwrd-what would riggins do ?

i went to mass today, being the good catholic that i am, and i expected to experience the relaxing, comfortable and melancholy mass that i am used to. I got there and all went according to plan until the end song when the entire congregation broke out clapping to a gospel-y song about music and jesus and filling up the sky. Being the judgemental person that i am i just giggled at the people around me clapping and looked uncomfortable and realized just how much i miss o'houlehotzke and st. pats youth group. :*)

Smoking Kills

apparently chicago didnt get the memo from truth.net or whatever that campaign is called because EVERYONE SMOKES HERE. seriously, i know i grew up in the bubble and i get that this is probably just big city culture shock but for real, can i please meet a boy who doesn't smoke cigarettes? that would be great thanks, amen.

X-( this emoticon is dead because he smoked cigs, i know i already used a dead emoticon but i'm not feeling very creative right now

Bamorama

barack obama is speaking at DePaul this Tuesday and guest list or no guest list, I am getting into that room. As God as my witness, i will listen to barack, tell him i love him and that i would like to be his dirty intern, and also that i agree with him politically and think that his passion and vision is exactly what this country needs right now.
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thats the american flag, sorta

tejas bitches

it takes a show like friday night lights to make a liberal democrat like me wanna move to texas and do the nasty with a bad boy like tim riggins. its just that good. I know i should be having a social life because i'm in college and all but all i wanna do is sit in my room and watch this show.
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<:-) thats an emoticon wearing a cowboy hat, like texas, get it?
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sandwichloaf

i had a wonderful weekend at home. it was homey and wonderful. :*)

also upon returning to chicago i am officially very frustrated. can i please find a guy to like who hasn't already been peed on...SERIOUSLY.

mother knows best

so, for most of my senior year, while touring colleges, my mom would ask the question to every tour guide (most of whom i found very attractive) "does your school offer a karraokee night?" (she pronounced it karOkee) and i was always mortified and embarassed and i would tell the story when trying to one up people on silly parents

well the joke is on me, because tonight i went to fiesta mexicana for karaokee night, i sang prince's "kiss" and i had a simply wonderful time. An old middle aged man named bobby went up 4 times, and an older woman named janel would go up but barely make any noise and still she sang. So thanks mom, turns out you know me a lot better than i thought you did.

:D thats a singing emoticon

middle school flashback

ok, so its commonly known that your skin is supposed to freak out when you are going through puberty. acne is accompanied by awkward height, inablility to converse w/ the other sex and in my case, a back brace. I was lucky in middle school though. I didn't have acne, i thought i just had good skin. little did i know that my pores grouped together and decided that it would be way funnier if they waited until i got through puberty, and highschool, and then decided to freak out.

calm down pores, chill out, there is no need for all of this fuss.
:^-) thats a smiley emoticon with a zit on its nose

dancing my dance

yesterday i met a boy who likes gilmore girls, and then i discovered that my honors mentor watches the west wing and my atlantic history professor has seen hsm 2

college starts to feel more and more like home by the second
much love
tay
ps i sang the gilmore girls song today, miss you muffin

i'm on team kanye

today i participated in a peace protest on the corner of dearborn and jackson which in case you were wondering is the location of bamorama's chicago office. (just a fun sidenote, i didn't actually see him there) it was me, hilary, colleen and jaime and about 10 senior citizens who at the end sang the cutest song w/ a little dance about peace. my heart exploded just a little bit. i love college.

also i just bought the new kanye cd, its a very wise investment, firstly because i like kanye, secondly because i met a kanye look alike this weekend and he made me promise i would, and i never forget, sort of like and elephant.
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thats an elephant emoticon, i'm pretty proud of that one

metaphors and hidden messages

i had a terrifyingly real dream last night that i was sentenced to the death penalty because i wrote in my biology book in high school. i woke up and had to remind myself that i didn't take biology and that no one is going to put me to death for writing in a textbook. as i exclaimed in my dream, "this is not a proportional response!"

as a direct result of this dream, today i signed up for depaul students agains the death penalty.

i think there is a hidden meaning to this dream fiasco, but i'm not quite sure what it is. think about it

X-/ thats a dead emoticon

plooping

i have found myself in a somewhat sticky situation. Down the hall from me lives a normal boy with a very special gift. He plays what is called the "low whistle" but don't be fooled by its misnomer. nothing about this whistle is low. It plays a ranges of high pitches and sort of sounds like an irish flute. don't call it that though, because he gets upset. there are three main phases one goes through when living in proximity to a low floutist.

phase one-intrigue
the low flute is not a common instrument and at first listen it is interesting, fascinating and almost hypnotizing at times. How does one get a low whistle, where would one take low whistle lessons?

phase two-anger
the low flute is now the enemy, why does the low floutist insist on playing with his door open and why does he only know two songs on the low flute? must he play everyday for at least an hour?? is there nothing else in the low floutists life?

phase three-acceptance
this is the phase i find myself in now, not because i have come to enjoy the low flute, but because i have come to appreciate the low floutist's gumption and his ability to play such an annoying instrument and not care about his neighbors thoughts or feelings on the subject. it gives me the gumption to listen to my high school musical 2 soundtrack everyday and not care about it either ;P that is a sticking my tongue out and winking at the same time emoticon, you'll get it just think about it

50th and France and all that jazz

so i consider myself pretty lucky so far on the homesickness scale, no emotional breakdowns yet, probably because there is a significant ammount of people in this city from my hometown, one of which i hang out with a lot, but last night i had a dream that i was on 50th and France with my spanish teacher and my driver's ed instructor getting a starbucks and chatting about our day at the zoo and it hit me, i really miss edina.

revenge of the nerds IV depaul honors

my nerdhood is becoming more and more amplified at college, i have a harry potter poster and a poster of the declaration of independence on my dorm walls, i am more excited for the student govt meeting than the conert on friday night and i already started reading my American Presidency textbooks. 8-) thats a glasss emoticon, get it, like a nerd

insert first name here college

here is my issue at college, when i ask for peoples names, i never get their last names, then i put them in my phone and instead of attaching a last name to it, i just attach the word college, so in my phone i now have johnny college, joe college, anna college etc. and i've known them for long enough now that it would be awkward to ask them for the rest of the name i've supposedly known for three days. the trials and tribulations of college life :)

ps i'm having a lot of fun, i'm alive and ok!!!!!

red curly mullets

i love the state fair for the following reasons: black cowgirl hats with bedazzled butterflies on them, pigs giving birth, hicks cuddling with their cows and an entire room full of bunnies, and pronto pups. and men with red curly mullets, seriously, it was the most beautiful red curly hair, except the man had a muscle shirt on and it was a mullet.

also, i found someone in chicago who enjoys watching the office and harry potter, maybe the city isn't so scary after all
[*-*] its a cassette tape, not exactly an emotion but i still think its cool

Mrs. Josh Lyman

Nothing fixes an emotional breakdown like a couple of good episodes of the west wing

"This guy's walking down the street when he falls in a hole. The walls are so steep he can't get out.
"A doctor passes by and the guy shouts up, 'Hey you. Can you help me out?' The doctor writes a prescription, throws it down in the hole and moves on.
"Then a priest comes along and the guy shouts up, 'Father, I'm down in this hole can you help me out?' The priest writes out a prayer, throws it down in the hole and moves on
"Then a friend walks by, 'Hey, Joe, it's me can you help me out?' And the friend jumps in the hole. Our guy says, 'Are you stupid? Now we're both down here.' The friend says, 'Yeah, but I've been down here before and I know the way out.'"
~Leo McGarry

so to all of my friends who are going to be in different cities, know that if you are in a hole, let me know and i will jump down there with you

I apologize for all of the cheesiness of my blog lately but again, i'm a pretty big mess right now :(

nakedness

here's the deal guys, (and when i say guys i mean both guys and gals)
naked boys still make me a little uncomfortable, is that so wrong?? I don't know if its just me with my anxiety issues or if its actually weird but just hanging out w/ two good friends is fine, but they were naked. I love them dearly but i don't want to be naked, is that so wrong??

also i am considering stealing a puppy, i don't think the family will notice or care that much and hopefully my new roomie will like him because i want to cuddle with him and kiss him and then eat him, max is just that cute, for this emotion i will be using the stick out your tongue emoticon :-P

o'houlehotzke

o'houlehotzke is on its first official separation period and after an hour of mentally breaking down, a night of escapism, and several episodes of the gilmore girls i think i'm ok with it.

also, i have discovered that telling people to loosen up can sometimes be taken as offensive. I have made a mental note of that and i will try to be nicer in the future to said people, unless they keep on irritating me, because then its just not my fault anymore.

ok, this was an enjoyable firts post, blogs are fun and hopefully it will help me to keep in touch with all of my lovely ladies next year :)

ps you should get used to me using emoticons because i really like them. this one is a moustache :-{)