america, this is you

a few nights ago, hanging out with people i've been trying to impress by being cool, i not only selected America's Funniest Videos when given the remote, i laughed uncontrollably at the most egregious trauma-to-the-groin clips. oh no! made all the funnier by taking place at a wedding. so much for being cool


in my apartment complex, there are a few model-condos set up in my building to show to prospective buyers. all throughout the building, there are signs directing people "Models-->" or "<--Models" until you finally get to the right apartment number, which is labeled "Models." When Katy visited she asked "Umm... do models live there?" I don't know if it's funnier to think of the signs as the work of shamelessly self-promoting models, or as a crudely laid trap for models. Either way, the signs always amuse me as I'm walking home.

Last night I got my soccer jersey!! It is so soft and smooth, and guess what! My number is #1! I believe I will grow into that role.

My jeans smell like something I can't quite place. They're brand new, so they probably smell like the factory, but the closest I can come to placing the smell is: Baby Crackers. I don't even know what that is, but my brain keeps telling me that. Are they like Animal Crackers, for fans of A Modest Proposal? Perhaps I mean the crackers that babies do eat.... they they keep inside their mouths.... underneath their lips. Anyway, can't wait to wash these jeans so it stops bugging me so much.

Carrie invetigates! Quiet! Invetigation in progress!

Normally, I like mysterious glitches in a computer code because there often is a logical reason behind it. Even if it's nitpicky typos I have to tease out, it satisfying. But sometimes, there is no rhyme or reason to the problem. And sometimes, there are 5 different completely unrelated problems and all 5 departments are freaking out. This is when I do not like investigating problems with databases. At all. Today is such a day. And I am already so tired.

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anyway, i wrote all that days and days ago! now it's just about wednesday, and i've been iced in at a friend's house! it snowed! over my car, is a car-shaped ice shell!

spell

I wish I could write about more interesting things. But nothing funny or entertaining has happened in my life. I did attend a fine soiree at K and M's new house this weekend, but talking about that kind of thing will just make my readers sad that they don't have such cultured cocktail parties to attend.

I saw Children of Men, which I thought was a well done movie.

They closed downtown Austin because of dead birds! Perhaps you've heard. Wish our office were downtown, and I didn't have to go to work. Poor dead birds.

I am going to be in an article in Communities Magazine! FAME! I'm gonna live forever.

I cannot for the life of me get the following out of my head:
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to say.

I got a dozen eggs. And 8 of them were broken.