Allow me to formally introduce myself...

Hey-ho!

Not to be confused with "Ho Hey", which is a wonderful song by The Lumineers.

Happy Wednesday. I hope that your mid-week is filled with unicorns, glitter and rainbows.

Now now, don't things look a little bit snazzier around here? Well, I can thank the most wonderful and amazing Stephanie from Stephanie G Designs. I won a free service from her a while back and she gave my blog a much needed make-over. Just what it needed! Thanks chicky! She dealt with my picky nature all after the holidays and just weeks before having a baby! She is a saint, I tell ya!

 

I would like to take today to pull a Whitney - not really, but really - and make a post introducing myself to my new followers, because I have been kind of taken back by the new ones that I have recieved. Even though I am still starting out, I still appreciate each and every one of you that read my crud and proudly and publicly decided to show that you follow my insanity by clicking "follow". You da bestest, baby boos.

 

So, allow me to clue you into my crazy blonde self.

 

 

My name is Marissa. To my family, I am Marissa-Faith. To my friends I am Riss. To my customers I am Bertha. To my co-workers I am Taylor. To my Italian friends I am Maria.  I have way too many nicknames from way too many people. You can call me anything you want, except late for dinner. I like nicknames and totes enjoy them, so if you are creative, take a shot at it.

 

I am a college student studying English - so I should probably be better at this writing thing, eh? Pft, who really cares about that. Anyway, moving on. Sorry mom. When I am not walking with purpose around my college campus, avoiding eye contact by any means necessary, I am ringing out loud, obnoxious people at a local Italian market. I love my co-workers, they are just a ball and we are one big, crazy, dysfunctional famiglia. Fun fact: I work with my dad! He is the butcher at the deli. Again, moving on.

 

I am not the most uninteresante person out there. My life is pretty average, to be quite honest.

I am that girl that catches up with old friends and they tell me all these amazing things and then that portion of the conversation where they say "so, what's new?" and I laugh uncomfortably and say "nothing". Then, they continue to pry and I am like "well, this lady yelled at me at work because I didn't label her cheese ravioli..." and the conversation usually ends there. See, not interesting.

 

Now, here is the portion of the post where I just list random things about me:

- I like to think that I can speak Italian. I usually break out into random Italian when the conversation leads itself where I can respond in any Italian I know. I wish I were foreign.

 

- I am Taylor Swift. I strongly belive that. Haters gonna hate. Gators gonna gate. Waiters gonna wait.

 

- I spend very large amounts of money at Target on things I don't need. I usually find myself saying "what the heck did I even buy?" and then just shake my head and grab Starbucks to ease the pain.

 

- I love Zumba. I am pretty sure I look mad awkward when I am dancing, but I am convinced that I look like Jennifer Lopez, so it's all totes wonderful.

 

- I have a nail polish addiction. I am going no further with this sentence.

 

- I love coffee. Well, caffeine in general, actually. It's a horrid habit. (Yes, you read that in Lindsay Lohan's British accent, I know you did.) I love coffee and I don't know why. I tried to fast it once. I managed two weeks and then was so sick from withdrawls. Needless to say, I have coffee multiple times a day. It's like my water.

 

- Adam Levine is my man. Don't even try to fight me. I will win. I just will.

 

- I have a problem with emoji's. I love texting my friends and over-doing the emoji's. I just think they are so cute and add a little pizzazz to a text, tweet or anything. They are adorable and I love them.

 

Well, now that you all probably think that I am a weirdo, I am going to stop this crazy train here.

If you have any questions for me, I am totally open to answering questions.

If you also share any of my weirdness, let me know so I can feel better about myself.

 

Toodalooo loved ones.

Go take a journey.

 



Reflecting for a minute.

Happy Tuesday, friends.

I hope you all don't mind if I go a little serious on you today.

I am allowed to do that every once in a while.

There is a heart underneath my stupid whit and sarcasm.

 

Today, I just want to talk about how important life is. We all see quotes on paintings, in Tweets or on Pinterest about living each day as if it was your last and making the most and the best out of what you have. This whole theme has really been hitting home with me lately, especially today.

 

Last night I found out that a kid I went to high school with, whom I also graduated with, passed away from cancer. I am not here to proclaim that I was best friends with him or that we were tight from way back, but I did attend school with him for seven years. He was a truly great kid who was always smiling, making other people laugh and was just living his life as happy as he could make it. He fought his way through high school with cancer and now, God decided to take him because he needed another angel. This whole experience has really brought our whole town community together, and especially our graduating class back together, after we have all gone our seperate ways.

 

The whole thing really got me thinking about how blessed I am. I wake up every morning with my feet touching the ground and I am breathing, and I can walk to my kitchen and get pestered by my dog and pour myself a cup of coffee. I honestly have nothing that I can complain about in my life, and one of the things I want to work on is my complaining. Yes, I complain a lot, but I want to really just take life for face value, and really focus on the good and amazing things in my life, rather than that one customer at work that pissed me off, or that Dunkin messed up my coffee order. I am in the market to live my life with no regrets, no complaints and live my life the best I can with out worries.

 

I talked about it with my friend Michele and we both decided to live the Hakuna Matata lifestyle - no worries, just love. Since it's a new year and it may be somewhat cheesy, but think about all the possitive things in your life over the negative and focus on those because, things can change in an instant, so you need to appreciate the big and little things while you can.

 

I leave you with my all-time favorite song, from such a wonderful musical whose message is all about living life with no regrets. Their tag line is "no day but today.".
 



We meet again, Monday.

Happy Monday, fools.

I feel like this is the portion of the post where I should be complaining about how awful today is because it's the red-headed step child day of the week. But, this Monday isn't totes awful. Maybe it's because I am still on break from classes and I don't have to work today. Ha, betchya suckers envy me now. But, anywho...

 

I bet you are all just DYING to know that I did over the weekend. Well my friends, you are in luck because that is what I am going to be talking about. Don't you guys just read me like a book.

Or maybe it's because I don't have any original content for today.

Oooppssiesss!

 

Friday I worked and then went to dinner with the family and totally crashed and went to bed at like 9:30 PM, because I am living the grandma lifestyle, homie g.

 

Saturday, as you all know, I had the day off! So - what any girl with a say off would do - I went shopping. I recently discovered the heaven that is Nordstrom Rack and I am totally addicted. It's amazeballs and I want to take my laptop and phone charger with me and just go live there. I bought myself some new clothes and that I love, which include but are not limited to, Michael Kors boots, Juicy Couture sweatshirt, Michael Kors belt and Marc Jacobs sunglasses. After Nordstrom Rack I continued to blow money at Charolette Russe, where I actually found clothes that fit! I picked up a pair of teal and pastel pink jeans, a few shirts and sweaters as well. I was one happy girl! I was going to buy some stuff from Victoria's Secret, but this grandma was not about to wait in that long line. Not-uh. Then, when we were leaving the mall, my mom bought me my new Michael Kors bag, which is seriously my new child. I can't even handle it.

 

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, here are the twe newest collections to my Michael Kors collection *cough obssession cough*.

 

I got to spend my Sunday (funday) with my friend Felicia. I picked her up in the early afternoon and we headed down to the city to a cute little Italian bakery/pastry joint where we both drank coffees with espresso in and mangia'd on some yummo cakes. It was a good time just hanging out and visiting somewhere new.

 

 

We then followed up our caffeine highs on a trip to a small shopping plaza where we spent money on things we really didn't even need. But, I did pick up a few good things that will keep me entertained for a little while this week. But, I am not going to tell you about them just yet, because, that is for a later post. Shh! Don't tell anyone!

 

I finished off my night by watching Pitch Perfect, which made me really want to start singing again, and totes made me miss my A Capella group from high school, even though we were never that good - but we did sing cheesy girl power songs.
 

 

 

 



Little Things....not the One Direction kind.

Do not let your eyes decieve you.

Yes, I am posting on a Saturday.

You may be pondering to yourself why I am posting on a day that I work.

Well, friends, today is a milestone.

I have the day off.
Hold up, wait a minute. I am totes shocked myself. Don't worry, I am going to bring you to the bottom of this outrage. So, you see, my boss told me and my partner in crime, Michele, that we have been working so hard over the holidays and with her absences with being sick, that she wanted to reward us. HOLLA. I can honestly say that the last time I had a Saturday off was my cousin's wedding which was over a year ago. I don't take days off or request them, I just always worked my life around my work schedule, always have, and always will. I am just absolutely thrilled that I have a Saturday off and I can see what real people - that aren't my crazy customers - do on a Satuday.

It's like bringing a little kid to a candy store. I am so excited!

 

Having this small event happen, really got me thinking "dang Marissa, you get excited about really stupid crap" and I replied to myself, "yes, yes I do." Which then lead me to thinking about all the really little things that get me excited in life. Let's make a list, shall we?

 

People liking my stuff on social networking | Yeah, it's kind of stupid, but I totally love to see people like my random ramble of a status on Facebook, retweet my Lion King song lyrics on Twitter or like a photo of my Dunkin cup on Instagram. It makes me feel appreciated. Don't even tell me that doesn't make you happy.

 

Getting your coffee just the way you like it | I am always down for appreciating a good cup of coffee, but there are those days where you just really want a coffee and then when you take a sup it's like you are in paradise. Oh yeah, mocha latte with whole milk makes me feel like I have wings.

 

Getting called by my name | All day long at work I am called "miss", "ma'am", "hun" and by that mom who has kids "nice lady". But, it's nice to have someone actually take the 2.7 seconds to look at my shirt and say "Marissa". I mean, it's written on my shirt for goodness sake, it's there for a reason!

 

 Climbing into your bed and having everything you need | I am one of those people who gets all cozy in bed and then realizes the remote is in East Guam and I try to crawl around my bed and make all efforts to not get off the bed to get to the remote. Augh, hate that garbage. But, a few nights ago I had everything I needed: remote, cell phone, drink and snack all within reach. That's something worth being happy about.

 When my eyeliner comes out moderately decent | Enough said, right?


May your Saturday be merry and bright.
See ya on the flip side, sillies.


 



Oh, hai 2013!

Happy New Year, a day late.

Yeah, we all know I am a procrastinator.

Which is why you are getting a New Year post on January 2nd.

Haters gonna hate.

 

I hope that you all had a wonderful time the other night.

I didn't do much, really. I worked all day, got out at around 5 PM and then headed home to shower and have a glorious Italian meal with my parents. I then cuddled into bed and started to watch the Rockin New Years Eve thing, which was really awful because all they did was show old clips of Dick Clark. Like, ain't nobody care about that stuff. But, anyway. I can honestly say that I fell asleep at 9:30 PM. All my friends had plans and I don't have a boyfriend.

So that calls for a.....

 

I spent my New Years Day out to breakfast and walking around the mall endlessly with my cousin, buying very random things and forever wishing we had enough money to buy gorgeous things from Kate Spade's new bag collection - ohmigawd, they are beautiful.

 

The only thing that really made January 1st worth while was....



THE RETURN OF DANCE MOMS.

Heck to the yes.

 

Yup. This is a pointless post brought to you by the uninteresting life of Marissa.