Kelly's First Post!

So here goes my first official entry into the world of internet blogging.

Being who I am, it somehow seems appropriate that my first entry should feature puppets. I found this on the Entertainment Weekly website, and it instantly improved my day (then again, just about anything Muppets improves my day):

It's a little pathetic, however, that every time I watch Sesame Street clips, I automatically begin trying to figure out how each puppet operates. Sometimes I catch myself puppeteering along with my hand. Oh dear me...

Response To The Previous

Just to let y'all know, I wear just leggins and a shirt only when I'm bumming around the room/door or just heading to friends to watch a movie. I know they aren't for social occasions — unless they're under a skirt, and in that case they are very useful, because I wear lots of skirts and in the winter time it is very VERY (I don't care that The Ithacan told us not to use this word) cold and I need additional layers on my legs.

Nice Pants. Or Lack Thereof.

It has come to my attention over the past 2 plus years of college that people - particularly, white males 16-25 - have no sense of weather and temperature.

Let me explain.

I walked out of my apartment this morning and stupidly forgot a jacket. I was wearing a sweater, so it wasn't terrible. But I decided to skank it and not wear a cami underneath (I can't help it, I like low cut tops. When God gives you a C Cup, you say "Thank you" and enjoy them), so the wind cut through the knit and it was chilly. But as I was walking to Government and Media, I saw a guy wearing a sweatshirt and shorts (!!!). And he wasn't going to the gym, they were cargo shorts.

Gentlemen? Bros? Dudes? When the weather gets below 50, I don't think shorts are a great idea anymore, unless you're in the privacy of your own (heated) home/dorm/apartment or if you're about to get on a treadmill. Maybe your body is better insulated than mine, but I was COLD this morning, and I can only assume by the way you were rubbing your hands together, Token Bro, you were chilly as well. You know what keeps you from being chilly?

Pants.

Ladies, this goes for you as well. Especially you.

Now fellow BoGirl blogger Anne will disagree with me, but I am an outspoken objector to leggings as pants. Because they're not. They're glorified tights. They're usually combined with a well-worn pair of Ugg boots and a North Face fleece. The side-ponytail is optional, but encouraged. More often than not, I see these ladies walking outside complaining to their like-dressed friends that they're freezing their asses off.

Well, naturally. You're not wearing pants. You're relying on a thin layer of spandex, a thin layer of fleece, and a thick layer of ugly on your feet to sustain your body temperature. If I can see your underwear through your bottoms, you have an issue. You know what keeps you warm?

Pants.

You can even tuck them into your Uggs, if you insist.

So kids, remember. If it's cold out? Put on a jacket. Wear a warm shirt. Put some pants on.

First Post Here: Wish We'd Thought Of That

Anne here, and I will be your resident recycler of EW.com information. First on the list? This pretty well put-together dubbing of the Black Eyed Peas "I Got a Feeling." I don't like the song, but I love this video, probably because it's a long take — I love long takes.



Also what makes this amazing: the little bits that relate to specific lyrics (paint the town!). We could totally do this at Ithaca College.

Boyz and their Toyz

It's Zombies v. Humans time again.

I've already found myself in the middle of a few chases. There's nothing quite like walking along and suddenly having people with giant yellow and orange guns come charging at you for no apparent reason. It's almost as entertaining as having the door held open for you by the zombie hiding behind it.

I went to brunch by myself this morning, everyone else either not having a meal plan or being busy, and so decided to eat over by the TV to watch some CNN.

Two of the three long tables were full of very enthusiastic members of Team Human. So I was a creeper and sat and observed, it was obviously much more entertaining than CNN. I realized they were planning some sort of strategic assault on the Team Zombie- it was a rather official affair. Each Human had a map of Ithaca in front of them, pens and highlighters marking routes and escape routes. As more Humans came to join them, just about filling every table in that corner of the dining hall, I made some observations.

Number One: The number one fastest growing consumer demographic of Hasbro Nerf Guns? College age boys. Each and every one of the 2o or so boys (and 3 girls) had a Nerf gun almost as tall as I am. I would venture to say that a 12 year old wouldn't be able to lift these things, let alone afford them. I was amused by the Humans; how they tenderly lay out their prized toy guns in rows on the tables- heaven forbid they should touch the floor where they threw their camouflage coats.

Which led me to observation Number Two. It was obvious each Human had taken special care in picking out their wardrobe for the planned ambush. There were no bright colors, and each Human's bandana matched the color of their shirt. While this seems an excellent strategy, I couldn't help but notice that their 4 ft long neon yellow and phosphorescent orange guns kind of blew their cover. Just a little bit.

So I chuckled to myself and turned my attention to the very concerned and amused whispers of the prospective student and her family who were eating at the table next to me.

Only in college, folks.

Stumble Websites for Alex

Because she has no life, these are for Alex. First is Nighttime...DAYTIME. Then the Taco Bell Folk Song.

Drugs and Donuts: An Explanation

We feel we should explain our little blog's title.

The truth is, we really don't know where Drugs and Donuts came from because there truly are no drugs, and as we said, very few donuts. (As kelly points out, we actually DO have some very tasty apple cider donuts in our room at this very minute. I assure you this is the exception. Not the rule.) I believe it all started one day not so very long ago when Morgan was here and Anne was in London, and for some reason we began musing about a sci-fi romance puppet musical entitled, "Drugs and Donuts." It kind of stuck. We never actually made this crazy movie of ours. But it's still up there, in our heads. One day. Maybe.

And now it is the title of our blog.

Oh, the harshness of reality and dreams that don't come true.

"Now it's our turn" (evil maniacal laugh) haha ha

Kelly: "Dear world, we're on the internet now."

(cricket)

Now what?

We probably should put something profound for our first entry. Or not.

Instead you can hear how we spent our saturday evening. So we were walking back from Terraces with Anne and we were talking about how True Blood's vampires are better than Twilight's (I would like to say that I don't think this is completely true (allie)) (and Kelly would like to say that she doesn't know what is going on) but anyway, we got to the point in the conversation where Sookie Stackhouse was brought up. Kelly and I, at the same moment, were like "What kind of name is Sookie?" So we came back to the room and Babyname.com'd it. One hour later, we discovered that Taylor is quite possibly the American form of Schneider, and Kelly's ancestors' social security numbers are on the internet. So yeah. Welcome to a very typical Saturday night.

Kelly would like to add that we are not lame, we are in fact a higher level of awesome.

I quite agree.

For now, kids.

Peace out.

"How Do You Make It Pretty?"

"And what's a touch question?"

Kelly basically needs her own segment, and we basically have decided to make stupid videos on Friday/Saturday nights. Plan accordingly.

"How Does One Blog?"

Welcome to Kelly and Allie's grand experiment of a blog. Slightly aided by me.

Still in development, come back for more laaaaaater.