Grrr.

I am angry at my eldest sister. She is a big booger. The biggest.

Squeee!

Squeee! "Squee can be an exclamation, or interjection, of excited happiness or surprise, especially when referring to fangirls, or be a squeal of glee over something incredibly cute."

I bet Squee! in Spanish is still Squeee! Actually it's probably Esquee.

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Quote of the week: "How do you expect to sleep with the lead singer when you leave before the end of the show?"

I think this is an excellent example of how we must stick to our dreams. Believe! Stick it out (to the end of the show)! Do (the lead singer)!

I for one am embroidering that on a throw pillow.

just like leggings

I'm a trendsetter! Or a follower...whatev.

"College graduates, shaped by such events as Sept. 11, Hurricane Katrina and the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, are applying to service organizations such as AmeriCorps and the Peace Corps in record numbers."

Interview on Friday. ssssh.

Smorgasbord

An interesting assortment of weekend activities...

Out with the girls for a pint at the Brickskeller (one. singular. from the world's largest beer list. savor each one.), learned all about oil drilling, practiced a little French, danced to AfroCaribe, ate phenomenal Greek/Turkish food at Zaytinya (phenomenal!), saw Pirates, celebrated ButterStick's birthday, got interviewed by some Girl Scouts, and still had a fair bit of time to sit around doing nothing.

Ah. Technology.

Andrew: Read an article the other day that made me think of you.
Me: scared to ask the topic of said article
Andrew: They built a phone with a breathalizer in it. Let's people know if they're ok to drive, but also disables certain numbers to prevent drunk dialing.
Me: i heard that!

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I'm back from the wilds of South Carolina! Three days of breakfast, beach, lunch, beach, dinner, beach, sleep. Aaaah. Charleston is byootiful. Penny's fam damnily is lovely. And I apparently have some heat-related skin condition that makes me itch like a mofo.

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Absence makes the heart grow fungus.

I wanna be a zamboni driver.

Dude! (or "Fufe!" as I originally spelled it) You can buy your very own backyard zamboni! That is uber cool! By the way, uber is my new over-used word of choice.

Last night, I went to Dahlia's for their inaugural College Night. What better place to pick up young impressionable men? But really it just cemented my belief that I am an old soul (Polite way of calling me uptight) and that college students, particularly ones from DC, are insufferable with their popped collars. and trust funds. I shouldn't mock the moneyed (monied?) as I broke out my brand-spanking-new high-tech see-through cash-back credit card. I made a whole half a cent last night! Sadly, this is probably more than the interest on my savings account. (I have a savings account...see I really am old!)

Funfunsillywilly

It's always exciting to find undeveloped rolls of film! Whatever could the photos be of? Well they could be of...

Eastern market,

the National Cathedral, outside...

and in!




And once I figure out how to rotate some photos, more will appear. Stay tuned for more Cathedral, flowers, the boy, and sheep (mmmm sheep).

For Sale

In an effort to reduce the distractions in my life I have decided to sell some of the more superfluous things that I have.

For sale: one pair of ovaries and associated accoutrements, good condition, lightly used, have at least another 20 years on them.

May be willing to sublet. Can throw in appendix.

How many Newberry Honor books have you read?

So this post previously had an entire list of the Newberry Award winners with the ones i've read in bold so that I can show off to you how well read I am...in children's books. As It was pretentious and a waste of space you'll just have to go to the list by yourself.

Read: 53 of them
Still own: 23

Hang on Little Tomato

The sun has left and forgotten me
It’s dark, I cannot see
Why does this rain pour down
I’m gonna drown in a sea of deep confusion

Somebody told me, I don’t know who
Whenever you are sad and blue
And you’re feeling all alone and left behind
Just take a look inside you and you will find

You gotta hold on, hold on through the night
Hang on, things will be all right
Even when it’s dark and not a bit of sparkling
Sing-song sunshine from above
Spreading rays of sunny love

Just hang on, hang on to the vine
Stay on, soon you’ll be divine
If you start to cry, look up to the sky
Something’s coming up ahead
To turn your tears to dew instead

And so I hold on to this advice
When change is hard and not so nice
If you listen to your heart the whole night through
Your sunny someday will come one day soon to you

~Pink Martini

Beeeeep....

So I just found this website. Ostensibly it's an NPR project to collect people's voicemails.

As they site says, and I'll repeat, "C'mon, you know you've got one. If you're like me, you've got some voicemails you've been saving on your phone for ages. For instance, right now I’ve got one from my boyfriend, followed by my friend talking in a funny accent, followed by my mom telling me to come home for dinner. Each voicemail is its own, full-length story; a time capsule of earlier parts of my life. Now I’m collecting other people’s favorite voicemails--happy, sad, ridiculous--to eventually showcase on NPR. I'm calling it The Voicemail Project, and I think it's going to catch those little fleeting moments of our everyday experience."

I actually only have two saved messages on my machine. Neither of them are particularly fascinating or funny: a call from my sister with a name of some Peace Corps guy and the boy calling about something or other.

But it made me reflect on the messages that I've left and that have been left on my voicemail. Hooray for the most obnoxious rendition of Happy Birthday ever, "She's waaaaaaaatching me. She's eeevil!", and of course minutes of dead space from me to you.