everything is dumber, apparently, in texas

Dear Texas, 

You should probably remove State Representative Betty Brown (R ... shocker) from your roster of residents. I'm just thinking of your best interest here ....

Tuesday, State Rep. Betty Brown (R), during House testimony on voter identification legislation said that Asian-Americans should change their names because they’re too hard to pronounce:

“Rather than everyone here having to learn Chinese — I understand it’s a rather difficult language — do you think that it would behoove you and your citizens to adopt a name that we could deal with more readily here?” Brown said.

Brown later told [Organization of Chinese Americans representative Ramey] Ko: “Can’t you see that this is something that would make it a lot easier for you and the people who are poll workers if you could adopt a name just for identification purposes that’s easier for Americans to deal with?”

Wherever you decide to deport her to, just please exclude Chicago, Columbia or D.C. as your list of options as I don't enjoy spending time with people this incredibly stupid. 

Love,

Sammi

the day of fools

I have to hand it to Christy Solberg and Katie Shuh for pulling quite a fantastic prank on me.

Here is a photo essay complete with my mental dialogue.

So I walk outside to my car. 

The only problem there is that my car is missing. 

I go through all the possible scenarios. 

I drove somewhere and left my car there. Not likely. 

Grace took my car. Likely, but not this time around because she has Hope's car. 

Someone stole my car. Unfortunately, that seemed most probable.

See below for missing car:

Then it hits me. Today is April 1st. 

April Fool's Day. 

You think I'd be slightly less shocked seeing as I woke up to the television, staircase and light switches covered in tinfoil and a fridge filled with mugs and bowls. 

This still begged the question: so if not here ... where is my car?

See below for answer:

My car Lex is in the garage. Covered in ... you guessed it ... tinfoil again.

Don't worry, loyal reader (hi, mom), I pranked them back. 

and on another note...

I got my official internship offer letter today with two bullet points under the description. The first was not all that ominous and was relatively straightforward, the second was "this is an educational, unpaid internship." Part-time job as I'm sure a barista/bartender/waitress (as people tend not to offer paying jobs for professional blog stalker, tofu-eater, library inhabitant or any other of my various skills) and part-time intern. What's up, real world? You came out of nowhere!
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college

Why are so many extracurriculars required when they have zip to do with my major and will never help me on my career path? College, you kinda suck sometimes. In other news, shout out to grace for creating (against my will) a twitter page for me (complete with self-indulgent password) that I shall never use.
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i want to read this

French Milk by Lucy Knisley.

Simon&Schuster praise:

Through delightful drawings, photographs, and musings, twenty-three-year-old Lucy Knisley documents a six-week trip she and her mother took to Paris when each was facing a milestone birthday. With a quirky flat in the fifth arrondissement as their home base, they set out to explore all the city has to offer, watching fireworks over the Eiffel Tower on New Year's Eve, visiting Oscar Wilde's grave, loafing at cafés, and, of course, drinking delicious French milk. What results is not only a sweet and savory journey through the City of Light but a moving, personal look at a mother-daughter relationship.

... living in Paris is rare, decadent and one of life's sweetest treats. I lived in the sixth, right next to where this mother daughter duo call home!

my girls

In Ann Arbor with Lizzy, Julie and Randell. The four of us reunited in Michigan for Theta's formal. Three girls that I've missed more than any other high school friend or acquaintance. T-pain rocks in the background while vodka is consumed in water bottles on the bus ride to Detroit. To old friends that will forever outrun the new ones, I love you girls. Here's to a fantastic night to fit the memory books.
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home.sweet.home.

Currently: sitting on the pink couch (I love my parent's design skills) watching Twilight (compliments of my father who rented it for me) watching my pink-for-spring toenail polish dry (thank you mom for scheduling me a pedi without me even asking for it) thinking about how I skipped my daily workout for a bag of peanut/carob chip (vegans fake chocolate)/raisin trail mix and loving that this is my Spring Break.
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