Just what everyone wanted: a 20-year-old girl blogging about complicated feelings. Let’s start with Trader Joe’s.
Many of you who know me personally have probably heard me vocalize my dislike for the annoyingly hipster “grocery store.” Why the quotation marks? I do not believe in Trader Joe’s as a “grocery store” – it is, at best, a specialty store. It’s tiny and you should go there to buy random “treat yo self” things, like nice cheese or peanut butter-filled pretzels, not your entire grocery list. In addition, I have long sensed an aura of pretentiousness among the aisles of cleverly-named foods (the only one I’ve ever actually laughed at is the package of “Disraeli & Gladstone English muffins,” but that was only because I felt smart for knowing of 19th century British politicians). I have many other arguments against Trader Joe’s, but I believe the most pertinent to mankind is the sad quality of their toaster waffles. And, believing this sufficient to prove my point, I will leave the attack at that.
Much to my chagrin, a craving for pesto pasta sent me through the automatic doors of my local Trader Joe’s the other night. I would have gone to QFC, but alas – too far away. I was feeling the ideal amount of hatred for awhile, it was easy considering the packed-ness of a Pacific Northwest organic grocery store (“”) the Saturday before finals. I was doing okay. Until I saw a giant wedge of brie for $3.11. And then a little bag of peanut butter cups for 99 cents. And then the checkout girl was genuinely pleasant and told me she liked my choice of nail color. I walked home under a foggy sky, with a foggy mind. What does this mean for my future as an opponent to Trader Joe’s…? God knows I’ll be going there again when I want some brie. Which is like… every day.
Similar to this, I have been extremely surprised in the last few days by how much I enjoy She & Him’s new album, Classics. I was kind of over Zooey “the reason bangs were invented” Deschanel’s voice and quirky persona for awhile, but it turns out old things become new again. Who’d have known. Love ya, Zooey – even if your character in (500) Days of Summer forever cursed the way I see myself in relationships. (it’s 10:25pm and I just downed a giant glass of milk, things are getting real here on Mishaps & Musings)
One thing I am not confused about in the least is this, which has been circulating recently:
Usually I succeed in keeping my mouth shut, but GUYS! No! I’ll admit I have chuckled (hate that word) through the odd episode of Duck Dynasty, and I do not judge those who do so on a more regular basis. But there are SO many things about this that annoy me. Mainly, jack, D-list reality stars being modern embodiments of the disciples is not a fact. Like at all. Aside from the words and the crazy argument they make up, I do not like the pixelated photos, I do not like the unnecessary exclamation marks, and I do not like the font used at the bottom. In summary: ugh.
On a happier note: I have one final left and a hearty breakfast to look forward to tomorrow. I’m gonna go listen to She & Him, read I Am Malala, and brush my teeth. May you all have a splendid Wednesday!