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a winter mixer, if you will. we stayed inside and marvelled at how forcefully the snow-ice-rain was pelting the windows. br / br / highlights: br / 1.
i discovered that my new computer has a free trial of jeopardy on it. br / 2. i danced all around the livingroom to a lawrence welk album.
br / 3. feast-making is one of my favorite activities of all time. br / 4.
i learned that sometimes it is important to remember that the speed of light is 186,000 mph. it doesn't matter that you knew it once. it's imperative that you be able to recall it at any given time, particularly when you are losing a fierce board game.
br / 5. i like wine. br / 6.
nerf darts fit rather well into human nostrils. br / 7. i never appreciate a toothbrush more than when i don't have one at my disposal.
br / 8. i will never be too old for bedtime stories. br / 9.
i believe sofa beds are terrifying creatures that could swallow you whole in the night. br / 10. just in case any of you were wondering, a naturally sarcastic personality can sometimes be detrimental
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(if the 3.716 of you out there are wondering what the H i'm talking about, check out thetitleis and maybethen blogs in my links). br / br / br / br / br / p align="center" a href="http://bp2.
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blogger.com/_cGuB_6aplfc/RfyZomu-pYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aVFa7US2LbM/s400/100_9511.jpg" border="0" / /a /p br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / what my darling friends have failed to remember is that i humbly possess the most beautiful and charming young relatives, contrary to their rose-colored beliefs.
the elegant little lady to my left is olivia. olivia is the fairest of them all, intelligent, and hysterical. she likes to sing and draw (like some other charming individual i know).
she's a champion underwater swimmer (can do the entire width of the pool in one breath, mind you). she likes horses and riding her bicycle with proper cranial protection. br / br / br / a href="http://bp3.
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blogger.com/_cGuB_6aplfc/RfyZb2u-pXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/I4uSkg78mQM/s400/100_9479.jpg" border="0" / /a br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / br / this remarkably handsome young sir is ben.
clearly on the way to becoming the next james dean, ben is a little hellion with a smile that's sure to win you every time. ben likes to pinch butts and run away laughing meniacally. he likes to fight you with light sabers and darts and dinosaurs--whatever he can find to throw at your face.
he likes to ask questions like, "what's bigger, the earth or the ocean?" he also likes to walk around the house wearing nothing but his batman cape and his mother's high heels. but he has a heart of gold and all the makings of a real ladies' man to carry on the family tradition.
br / a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGuB_6aplfc/RfyaNGu-pZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/m3pbn3Diauk/s1600-h/100_9547.
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br / br / and i...
i will be victorious.
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com/_cGuB_6aplfc/RfcuPsYyiPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IHdHKtrLR7A/s1600-h/munch_scream.jpg" img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041549155012610290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.
com/_cGuB_6aplfc/RfcuPsYyiPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IHdHKtrLR7A/s320/munch_scream.jpg" border="0" / /a br / div this guy thinks he had it bad. well, i guess he does have a balding, pear-shaped head.
but other than that, i bet his life is a breeze. he's probably just looking at a squirrel getting run over by a car. (and if so, why is he not leaping for joy?
) /div div /div div anyway, where was i going with this? oh yeah. life.
life is running away from me right now. i can't even imagine all the things that will transpire in the next month, let alone the next two. all of a sudden i'm supposed to finish things at school and get my masters and move and go to italy and come back and move again and find a job and make money and be a real person.
i don't think i'm cut out for this. at least not in such a short amount of time. /div div /div div have i seriously lived in new jersey for two years already?
i find this to be an utter lie. and although living in pittsburgh again will be lovely for many reasons, i certainly do not want to stay there. i will miss my friends here and my family and my voice teacher and the ocean and my favorite coffee shop.
i will not miss the expensive rent and tuition and strange neighbors and weirdo church. but other than that, i like this area pretty well. i'm sure that pittsburgh will have great things to offer eventually--it's just a matter of finding them.
and how the heck do you find a job for the summer when you won't actually be living in a place until july? all of the postings are for current hiring. yipes.
sistah's gotta get a plan. but in the meantime, she'll just order cute shoes for herself and hope it all goes away. /div div /div div also, i'm forever unlucky in the ways of love, so i've decided to write a book about it.
many of you may know that i wrote a lot of a book when i worked for the government in dc after junior year. that was good for a while till i had to start making up stuff and it got out of control. but now i think i have enough fodder from my real life experiences to make something.
even if it's only a book for myself and a few close friends. my brain can't handle storing all of these stories any longer. /div div /div div so yeah, i'm stressed to the max and trying to figure out what to do with my life.
however, i'm not a total case yet, as I'm still managing to have lots of fun, including several trips to new york and fab dinner parties. also, there's a chance i may get to go see dave sedaris perform live..
..um yes please.
/div
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! is it because there was that one time when i didn't pick up the gum wrapper that missed the garbage can? or about a couple weeks ago, i saw the car in front of me hit a squirrel in the road, and i laughed meniacally?
(HEY, i didn't try to hit it!! that's an improvement!
!) i know there are only 2.8 readers by now anyway, so i'm sure there's no real emergency, but hopefully i'll be able to post again soon.
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! /span /strong /div p img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031403093465539346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="189" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.
com/_cGuB_6aplfc/RdMidLvQoxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2bNTALoIJgI/s320/ice.jpg" width="283" border="0" / /p p REASONS WHY I LOVE VALENTINE'S DAY '07: /p p 1. An ice storm has hit Princeton, yippee!
! I can't really remember the last time I had a snow day. My roommates and I are gonna party like it's 1999.
Actually, we'll probably just spend the entire day trying to catch up on our ridiculous amount of homework--'cause we're cool like that. /p p 2. Tonight is the cheeseburger date night.
...
our group has expanded to include two more lovely friends. Cross your fingers that we don't die driving to the diner. /p p 3.
My dad sent me a cute valentine's day package. I think that is just the sweetest thing. I was never that girl in college who would get those gigundo care packages from their relatives and friends.
But every year for Valentine's day, I would get a small envelope with a little box of candy and a card from just Dad. What a guy. /p p 4.
LOST is on tonight, and nothing could make V-day more special than looking at Jack and Sawyer for an hour. /p
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com/_cGuB_6aplfc/Rc4-frvQowI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3AT_UoSGw6U/s1600-h/bankrupt.jpg" img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030026547857236738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.
com/_cGuB_6aplfc/Rc4-frvQowI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3AT_UoSGw6U/s320/bankrupt.jpg" border="0" / /a hello, my faithful blog readers (all 3.7 of you).
my crappy lemon-of-a-computer finally decided to kick the bucket. i suppose one and a half years of unreliable service was all i could reasonably ask of that piece of trash. i had gone for about two weeks without being able to use my computer at home, and then i decided just to buy a new one.
the other one never worked well, even after we rebuilt it and reloaded it and wiped and replaced the motherboard and sweet-talked it and sent it off to an all-expense paid vacation to the caribbean. now the only trip it's going to take will be to the jersey dump. br / br / so there's a bunch of money i hadn't intended to be spending.
and what did i do yesterday when i realized that i had to buy a new computer? oh, i went shopping. of course.
that's what any self-respecting, overwhelmed woman would do. so now i have cute new clothes and a shiny new laptop and a hole in my wallet the size of uzbekistan. br / br / but let me say, this new computer i got is just LOVELY.
it's a toshiba, and the graphics are freaking amazing. you don't realize how out of date your computer is until you see a new one. technology moves so fast.
no wonder kip loves it so much. br / br / let's see..
.any news in my life? probably not.
i have a lot of work to do, as usual. and this weekend, i have to work ahead because my roommates and i made plans in revolt against valentine's day. on wednesday we will be haulin' it off to cheeburger cheeburger to eat the pounder.
if you eat the whole thing, they take your picture with this gigantic stuffed burger toy and hang it up on the wall. and you better believe we're all gonna finish our burgers. we crave fame--that's all there is to it.
we thought it would be a pretty fitting tribute to valentine's day and all the emptiness it's ever offered us. instead, we'll fill that void with 16 oz of grease-laden beef. sounds fantastic.
br / br / in other news, i have been having daydreams about pottery barn lately. i'm really looking forward to a day when i might actually be able to afford something from that gorgeolous store.
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blogger.com/_cGuB_6aplfc/RcVpcQnkdCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/CU_I6heUz4o/s320/coffee+lady.jpg" border="0" / /a br / br / div i've finally found a neighborhood coffee shop to call all my own.
it's called strong it's a grind /strong , and it just opened up near my old apartment (naturally). it's themed after the rock greats, so there are fabulous, gigantic pictures of bob dylan, eric clapton, the boss, and bb king on the wall. /div br / div /div br / div my favorite things to order are the spiced chai latte (to die for) and the nutty cow (hazelnut heaven).
/div br / div /div br / div my favorite place to sit is near the fireplace in the comfy leather chair. /div br / div /div br / div my favorite thing to do while i'm there is read while i people watch out of the corner of my eye. /div br / div /div br / div at various points throughout my life, i have made grandiose plans of opening a coffee shop/bookstore.
i know it's not the most original idea, but when i first had it, it was fairly novel. i even have a folder filled with design plans (i'm sure those are in desperate need of revision now). but i thought how wonderful it would be to go to a coffee shop and pull a book off the shelf to read while i sat there.
there'd be fantastic music. and photographs of people i had known and places i had been. and pillows and funky lamps (but not too funky--i want everyone who comes in to feel comfortable).
and there'd be a coloring table for kids. /div br / div /div br / div it would certainly have to be an italian coffee shop. that's the only way i could interest myself in baking.
who am i kidding. i'd have somebody else bake. but there would be biscotti and cannoli and crepes with nutella and homemade gelato.
em un po' di dolci per mangiare. /em /div br / div /div a href="http://bp3.blogger.
com/_cGuB_6aplfc/RcVs4AnkdDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7S6slIGC-x4/s1600-h/coffee+guy.bmp" img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027544268523467826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.
com/_cGuB_6aplfc/RcVs4AnkdDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7S6slIGC-x4/s320/coffee+guy.bmp" border="0" / /a br / div and guys like this dude would come in and exclaim that i was really on to something. and i would take his picture and put it on the wall next to marvin hamlisch.
/div div /div div gosh, i would love that. /div /div
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ahha. i'll put up some pics from my kansas new year's next time i get on here. but right now i have to settle a score with katie.
br / br / strong five things you don't know about me unless you already knew them: /strong br / strong /strong br / 1. I am absolutely addicted to TV shows on DVD, particularly Gilmore Girls and Alias (and if I had LOST, i would crush on that hard, too). I watch them continually (in fact, I'm watching season three of gilmore girls right now).
No commercials. Straight through. Hours.
I'll be doing lots of other things. It's especially true whenever I'm alone. It's like they're my friends.
Sometimes if I have watched it long enough or late enough, I will dream about them, but I get to be in the story. I feel like Lorelai and I have coffee together and that Sidney Bristow can trust me with her secrets. I know it's a little bit sad, but I love it.
br / br / 2. I am TERRIBLE at gift-wrapping. This little known fact, which is shocking even to me, is a total embarrassment.
In fact, the first time I admitted it was this Christmas. I'm not sure why it's so shameful to me. Maybe it's because I consider myself to be of the artistic/creative variety and feel that gift-wrapping should be in my genetic code.
Or maybe it's because my mom can do it, and I can't. Either way, if you get a gift from me and it's wrapped like a baggy newspaper diaper, don't make fun of me because I'm really sensitive about it. br / br / 3.
Some of you know this one...
I am incabable of throwing up. I have never in my life puked, except maybe spitting up milk as a baby (and once when I was thirteen..
..that's a lie).
I don't get the urge to barf--I don't even know what it feels like. I have even let other people touch my uvula trying to make me heave. It just doesn't work, people.
You may think you have the magic touch, but trust me, you don't. br / br / 4. I spend an abnormally long amount of time grocery shopping in whole foods.
I love looking at the perfect pyramids of apples and the fresh greens of the organic lettuces. I read all of the labels on the fancy cheeses. I smell the freshly roasted coffee beans in the barrels (once I saw a nasty child digging her hands through the coffee beans, and i was revolted.
...
but i buy it anyway). I like to listen to the guy behind the seafood counter explain the different fishes to his customers. It's fun to pay $3 for a bag of handmade Italian pasta (it really does taste better-promise).
And I really like making conversation with the people working the cash registers. I have considered working there many times. br / br / 5.
I really enjoy smashing cloves of garlic.
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com/x/blogger/6006/1484/320/635521/advent_calendar.png" border="0" alt="" / /a br / br / my roommate jordan practically broke the fan-friggin-tastic scale tonight. he presented us ladies each with our very own advent calendar!
(and anyone who knows me can guess how I feel about advent calendars. i mean, advent is my third favorite liturgical season, really. it's when we get to sing "o come, o come emmanuel".
..my favorite carol and trey's real name).
and this is not just any advent calendar. it's a piece of craftily decorated felt with actual GIFTIES hanging from it..
.TWENTY FIVE of them! his parents used to make him one when he was little, so he thought he'd share the delight with us.
isn't that the best thing you've ever heard? br / br / which brings me to my next point..
..friday is december 1st.
holy crapola.
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