watch how i soar.
oh. god.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
postcard
if you want a missive from India, send your address to myfirstname.mylastname at yahoo!
awesome. you're awesome.
awesome. you're awesome.
Saturday, May 03, 2008
CD organization
A couple of years ago when I arranged my CDs by color (see also), whenever I couldn't find a CD, I would calmly think "Well, I could find the CD easily, if I organized them by name like a CHUMP!" But now, well, I regret to say I am returning to chumphood. Except I'm doing it backwards (Z-A), which is still a little bit wacky! Right? Right?...
It allowed me to dust, and allowed me to go through my collection thoroughly.
Also, it allowed me to not write a paper for just a little bit longer.
It allowed me to dust, and allowed me to go through my collection thoroughly.
Also, it allowed me to not write a paper for just a little bit longer.
Friday, May 02, 2008
grown-up things
Yesterday I got a safety deposit box because it was included with something else I have. However, when I got down to the room, I squealed "It's just like the movie pictures!" which did not impress. I'm not impressing myself, either, when I realize the most valuable thing I have probably, worth keeping in a safety deposit box, is my safety deposit box key. Which I should not place in the box. So I guess I'll put my summer lease in there, and my social security card, because god know how many more times I would lose that otherwise.
My eyes are going, though. Soon, I will be blind. Which is. Awesome. Because I really wanted to see India.
My eyes are going, though. Soon, I will be blind. Which is. Awesome. Because I really wanted to see India.
mojito mint
Remember when the new Orbitz flavor 'sweet mint' came out and every loved it so much. By everyone, of course, I mean me and my three friends. But the point is, 'mojito mint' is now the new flavor. You might think "Geez, you wouldn't think the taste of stale alcoholic beverages would leave you with that fresh-brushed feeling." And you'd be right. My mouth died a little bit the first time I put the piece in my mouth. However, I have acclimated, because as a perectly valid way to get rid of gum I don't like, I stuffed half the pack in my mouth at the same time. Now it's not so bad. But I don't think I'm ever, ever going to buy them again.
This is an appropriate post because the Kentucky Derby is tomorrow (right?), and Kentucky Derby=mint juleps =(is similar to)= mojitos.
This is an appropriate post because the Kentucky Derby is tomorrow (right?), and Kentucky Derby=mint juleps =(is similar to)= mojitos.
Monday, April 28, 2008
crayfish
I now know two people from Cleve-land. (I know weird, right? Or, does everyone know two Cleves, and I'm only just catching up?). Both of them have a story that starts:
"I had a pet crayfish..."
And there are so many things wrong right there. Or is it normal to have pet crawfish outside of Louisiana? Because in Louisiana, even we "moral" vegetarians manage to muster up the mechanisms* that allow us to tear into little crawfishies on occasion.
*mine is that most of them have lived a life of freedom, and that's more important than their gruesome, unthinkable ending.
I wish I could somehow express the hilarity of Ladybird on the catnip I just brought home from the garden center, but I cannot. Just trust that it is adorably funny.
"I had a pet crayfish..."
And there are so many things wrong right there. Or is it normal to have pet crawfish outside of Louisiana? Because in Louisiana, even we "moral" vegetarians manage to muster up the mechanisms* that allow us to tear into little crawfishies on occasion.
*mine is that most of them have lived a life of freedom, and that's more important than their gruesome, unthinkable ending.
I wish I could somehow express the hilarity of Ladybird on the catnip I just brought home from the garden center, but I cannot. Just trust that it is adorably funny.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
russian customer service
Ahahaha! I forgot I'd been here. Well, I forgot it was the biggest Makdonaldz in the world.
Yummmm....challah.....
This is the best procrastination yet, because it gives me procrastination AND delicious bread.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
triple X girlfriend
I got a lot of books in the mail. Many were for school. One was Learning to Fly, the autobiography of Posh Spice. All were under $1, plus shipping.
Guess which one I started reading first!
I feel wonderfully zen about my grades this semester. I recognize for once that I am not going to "totally fail" any classes. And that is just fine because I don't have time to spend on any of them right now.
Yes, I am busy, but of course not busy enough not to hang out with Boy, and to watch Battlestar with Friends. Oh, I should say "hang out with Boy and Boy's Ex." It wasn't too awkward, but it was the kind of awkward that was like walking along a cliff edge--the moment you notice how high it is, that vertigo itself is what makes you in real danger of falling. Well, if I thought about how the evening was potentially awkward, it suddenly became so, and all I could think about was how different I was from the Ex, what their relationship was/is like, what she thought of me, what I thought of her as a person and how much that was informed by this slight rivalry which is "supposed" to be there. But it was all fine in the end. She likes Russian things, and after all that's not so bad.
Speaking of Boy, though, he is frightfully P (we're both INFP). My iTunes library is broken out into several volumes, including Depressing, Manic, Sad, Chill, Cheerful, Scary, Soothing, Lullabies, Cool, and Angry. My Angry volume is ridiculously under-resourced. And Boy said "Yeah, I noticed our CD collections were pretty much the same, except the only thing you had missing was all my angry music." Aww! Pushing aside what that says about anything, he's so clever!
Guess which one I started reading first!
I feel wonderfully zen about my grades this semester. I recognize for once that I am not going to "totally fail" any classes. And that is just fine because I don't have time to spend on any of them right now.
Yes, I am busy, but of course not busy enough not to hang out with Boy, and to watch Battlestar with Friends. Oh, I should say "hang out with Boy and Boy's Ex." It wasn't too awkward, but it was the kind of awkward that was like walking along a cliff edge--the moment you notice how high it is, that vertigo itself is what makes you in real danger of falling. Well, if I thought about how the evening was potentially awkward, it suddenly became so, and all I could think about was how different I was from the Ex, what their relationship was/is like, what she thought of me, what I thought of her as a person and how much that was informed by this slight rivalry which is "supposed" to be there. But it was all fine in the end. She likes Russian things, and after all that's not so bad.
Speaking of Boy, though, he is frightfully P (we're both INFP). My iTunes library is broken out into several volumes, including Depressing, Manic, Sad, Chill, Cheerful, Scary, Soothing, Lullabies, Cool, and Angry. My Angry volume is ridiculously under-resourced. And Boy said "Yeah, I noticed our CD collections were pretty much the same, except the only thing you had missing was all my angry music." Aww! Pushing aside what that says about anything, he's so clever!
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
my "stalker"
At least once a week, I get an email like the following (which is actually today's):
where is ma'am?
i am very warried.
this is i---, your slave.
This is an old man I met more than two years ago. I guess I am that irresistable, and everyone wants me to crush their junk with my stilettos, but still, this is getting out of hand. As far as stalkers go, it doesn't seem like he'd do ME any harm, though.
where is ma'am?
i am very warried.
this is i---, your slave.
This is an old man I met more than two years ago. I guess I am that irresistable, and everyone wants me to crush their junk with my stilettos, but still, this is getting out of hand. As far as stalkers go, it doesn't seem like he'd do ME any harm, though.
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