enzymes

today's title comes from the song of the same name by freelance whales:

i'm home. i have the flu. i am headed to the doctor tomorrow - and after that the eye doctor. i am clearly the sickliest child on the face of the earth.

i think today's theme is going to be sentences beginning with i - it's good to be selfish.

i've been home for four hours and have already had to pry my headphones out of lulu's tiny mouth. i've missed having fox soccer channel to watch champion's league games on in hd. i also missed having cookie sleep on my feet (he's doing that right now).

i think this i-thing is harder than i thought it would be; how does steve jobs manage it?

i think the trailer for tangled looks really cool:

i was a bad citizen and didn't vote today. i don't think i'm registered yet. i also think you should stop judging me since i've only been eighteen for two weeks.

i came home and was terrified by my laundry room - the momster replaced our washer and dryer with these scary, high tech things that beep and have a spinny dial and very complicated instruction manuals.

i'm tired and mucus-y and think i will end this post here. i also think that the road to recovery lies with the giant bags of leftover halloween candy sitting in my pantry. i think i'll go liberate them.

same small world at your heels

today's title comes from vanderlylle crybaby geek by the national. it's awesome and you're really dumb, fo' real if you don't listen to it:

i want a schnoodle.

and now i'm going to stop procrastinating and get back to my papers. plural. at least i have the rally to restore sanity to look forward to on saturday. anyone else going?

counting up the minutes til i get along

today's title comes from uncharted by sara bareilles. my preorder for kaleidoscope heart came through today, so at least i can get some new music at college.

i've had a busy few days. remember how i went home for the weekend? well, originally i was supposed to return to school sunday night (i had actual, set plans and everything - we all know how rarely that happens). this happened instead:

in other words, the momster bribed me with food - specifically, the chocolate volcano at don pablo's. and then, just to be on the safe side, she had a glass of sangria. to those of you who don't know the momster that well, i'll let you in on a little secret - half a glass of even the weakest alcoholic drink has her giggling and talking to potted plants left and right. needless to say, i wasn't going back to school sunday night. i guess that was good. it gave me time to enjoy oovooing with a decent internet connection (question: how much do i hate my dorm's wifi access? answer: more than you will ever know) which is good, since i got into a giant, pointless fight with about 75% of my followers over the weekend. sorry about that, guys. it's all at&t's fault. maybe next time the momster marries someone i'll just text you my freak out instead of attempting to call. i'm still right and also five years old. na na na na boo boo. that's been resolved, though. i think. if only some of them were free to oovoo in the afternoon. it's when my internet's the best because i'm usually everywhere but my dorm room (and everywhere else has better internet).

continuing the story of my adventures at ho- oh, who am i kidding? it's time for doggy picture spamming. i haven't been able to do this in ages.

this is lulu. you might remember her.

this is lulu bitchfacing. you might remember that, too. 

this is cookie. he was too sleepy to look at the camera. i like to call this his donut position. 

i did laundry. cookie and lulu slept on my laundry. cue redoing my laundry. i should've gotten cats.

after her exhausting nap, lulu got on skype. or maybe i got on skype and let lulu flap her ears at the screen. something along those lines, anyway, 

this is my mailbox.

it's empty. this is a hint.

i came to the painful decision that two doors of shoes was excessive and sent some home with the parents. this is all i'm left with. i feel so bereft. 

i just thought this was cool. 

this too. it belongs to sarah the hall-e.

i got back to campus at 8 a.m. on monday. which meant waking up at 5. which meant that i was one very grumpy rachel all day.

you might be asking why i had to be back on campus so early. well, oh wonderful Hypothetical Question Asker, it's because i had a bio lab from 9 to noon. it was horrible. we had to scrape the inside of our cheeks for skin cells. and then we had to examine fungus and bugs under microscopes. oh, and we had to squish a live termite and look at that, too. luckily, the boys across the table from us offered to do the termite-squishing for us - just watching it was gross. my professor was completely zoned out all class, too. whenever my partner and i would go up to ask how to do something or if we were doing something right (or, later, what to do when we were done) he would just smile and nod and stare at his computer screen. i'm still not sure if he was smiling and nodding at us or whatever he was working on. it was extremely annoying, at least until the end when we interpreted the smile and nod to mean "yes, you can leave forty five minutes early since you're already done with the lab. go forth and frolic and get those pesky images of squished termite out of your head before lunch." all of that can be included in one slightly dopy smile-and-nod, right? right. 

i had my bio lecture after that, and then i finished reading the painted bird. i've probably already told you this, but i'll say it again since it's that important - never, ever read it. it's terrifying and traumatic and after i read it i couldn't get to sleep. we talked about it today in my global issues class. the teacher's pretty weird. he walks around the room carrying the podium in front of him. and, okay, i have some pretty weird habits, but..does he really have to stand behind the damn thing all the time? he nearly hit me in the head with it! and he actually did hit two kids last class. i hope someone steals it. 

in other school news...hmm, what other school news is there? um, i had funnel cake for dessert today? too food-related? um, i went to my chaucer and stats classes today. they were okay. my chaucer class is actually called chaucer and his age and is all about chaucer and his contemporaries and the works that influenced him and the historical context of his major works and...it's great. i love it. we spent the whole class talking about dante, so that was fun. i went to stats after that, which wasn't fun at all. we're talking about things like normal standard deviation and distributions and other mathy-sounding words. there are graphs. and numbers. and my professor still won't make eye contact with any of us. i can't wait until i'm done with that class. 

oh, and by the way, i cut my hair. or michelle cut my hair. in my dorm room. while my roomie and a few of the hall-es watched. it was kind of silly and reminded me of the oops incident. anyway, i have bangs now. they're fun. and, don't worry, i taught the momster to use skype just so i could get her (and the lulus' and jim's) opinions. three of the four seemed to be in favor. that last one, though...well, just look at her smooshy little bitchface:

oh, and speaking of skype, leanne has one! go add her. and then someone should corrupt her/teach her to use oovoo. and by someone, i mean you, s-la. 

i went to yoga on monday. it was awesome. we all fell asleep a little during the relax-y bits, but the actual poses were fun. well, except for the half-lotus when my earring snagged on my shirt and my ear started bleeding all over the place. the rest of it was fun, though. we're going again every friday and monday. oh, and mondays are going to be aikido (which is this weird japanese martial arts thing sarah wants to try). and in more rachel's-actually-being-active-oh-my-god news, i'm hiking on saturday. i don't know where, though, so hopefully the hiking buddies won't let me get lost since i won't be able to get home. (it's probably going to happen. we all know how bad my luck is)

by the way, if you see something weird on my profile, don't worry - i'm not cooking. well, not cooking for real. the hall-es and i have decided to document our adventures in attempting to cook in a dorm. who knows how this is going to turn out. but if you have recipes, hand them over! we need suggestions. so far we've got a list, but it's pretty short. we've got a movie list, too, so send suggestions for that, too. 

let's go for a drive, see the town tonight

today's title comes from arcade fire's suburban war. their new album finally leaked and i can't recommend it enough. the live performance is the best version of it i can find on youtube, but don't let the quality put you off - it's amazing:

so, funnily enough, today's post was almost titled "bitch i'm a let you finish in a minute", courtesy of eminem and lil wayne's no love. no, i'm not kidding. sometimes i listen to rap. don't judge me, okay? i don't see how anyone could hate a song that samples what is love. actually, just to prove my point i'll go ahead and post that song, too. it's been a while since i blogged and we need an appropriately angry soundtrack for the remainder of this post:

why an angry song? well, the answer is simple. i got into an accident today. again. and it actually wasn't my fault. but let's rewind a little since i've been absent from this little blog for a while now.

s-la's already blogged about our shopping adventure earlier this week, so i won't bother recapping that. basically i'm only mentioning it so i can post this:

isn't it horrific? i don't know why they exist. the frost-patterned jeggings, obviously, not s-la and travis-with-no-label-because-he's-too-lame-to-have-one. i feel like the very existence of those monstrosities should have been a warning: bad things will happen this week...and they did.

see, after our little shopping excursion, s-la left for her cousin's (i'm assuming it was a cousin, anyway) wedding, i ended up watching/playing with/feeding her ah-dorable animals. she blogs about schweini all the time, so i'll post a picture of dick cheney in kitty form  sugar:

see? cuteness. it even inspired me to try to spend time with my own evil animals (who've been especially horrendous this week...they ate their eighth pair of headphones. at least the new ones are pink), as shown here:

the good one

lucifer in fluffy form

so far so good, right?

...wrong.

while returning from s-la's house to play with my own furballs this morning (that's right! i drove! by myself! voluntarily!) i decided to be ambitious and pull into the garage...and you all know my driving history. this was a huge step for me.

so everything is going fine. i checked my mirrors for passers-by and cars, looked over my shoulder, prayed to jesus/allah/ratatouille/paul the octopus that nothing would go wrong, took a deep breath, and pressed down on the gas pedal.

and then some crazy evil bitch i swear to god i will get her in her sleep jogs right in front of me. as in she cut across the middle (the middle! who does that? we have sidewalks for a reason!) of my driveway to jog in front of my car as i was pulling in.

being as my foot was still on the gas pedal and all of this happened in about .0005 seconds, i did the only sensible thing i could - i swerved...into the side of my house.

don't worry, it wasn't a major accident or anything. i just clipped the corner of the garage. but look what happened:

the momster was, needless to say, not pleased. neither am i. and apparently it's all on us to pay for the damage since the pedestrian has right of way all the time.

now does everyone see the need for angry background music? yeah, i thought so.

don't worry, though. i'm pretty calm now - blame the arcade fire and ice cream i've been indulging in today.

oh, and i'm still on that poetry kick. here's today's. it was comforting:

Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read
to the end just to find out who killed the cook.
Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark,
in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication.
Not the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot,
the one you beat to the punchline, the door, or the one
who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones
that crimped your toes, don't regret those.
Not the nights you called god names and cursed
your mother, sunk like a dog in the livingroom couch,
chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness.
You were meant to inhale those smoky nights
over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck onion rings
across the dirty restaurant floor, to wear the frayed
coat with its loose buttons, its pockets full of struck matches.
You've walked those streets a thousand times and still
you end up here. Regret none of it, not one
of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing,
when the lights from the carnival rides
were the only stars you believed in, loving them
for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.
You've traveled this far on the back of every mistake,
ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house
after the TV set has been pitched out the upstairs
window. Harmless as a broken ax. Emptied
of expectation. Relax. Don't bother remembering
any of it. Let's stop here, under the lit sign
on the corner, and watch all the people walk by.

- dorianne laux 

day in the life

a quick scroll through my blog revealed a slight favoritism of one topic the best topic it's the world cup and only happens once every four years what do you expect?- in my last few posts, so i thought i'd take a break from all the soccer-spamming to actually blog about my life again.

today i...

started the day with a healthy breakfast of poptarts and milk in my room

said hi to my teddy bear shelf

laughed at my woefully un-updated bulletin board (last used circa 2008)

actually made my bed

played with my dogs (and started my epic harry potter reread)

showered and got dressed

went to the mall with sarah stücke (cool story: i totally just learned the short cut for umlauts on a mac - you hit the option button, then u, then whichever letter you want the umlaut over), where i...

bought the world's silliest bra (and a few other things, but they're in the washer so i won't picture them)

saw hannah banana in her natural workerly habitat

went to kohl's for the very first time. (here pictured: sarah stücke, obstructing the wonder of kohl's). be proud, s-la

and then i came home, where i rewatched the conferation's cup (in spanish, since univision was the only channel in the US that would show it) and...

began an epic lord of the rings marathon.

i really am that boring. now i'm off to continue my boring life with the hobbits for company.

every night i go sneaking out the door

today's title comes from mama do by pixie lott. i've been listening to her a lot lately. i'm not really sure why - maybe because her style reminds me of amy winehouse who is obviously not singing because she's... indisposed? anyway, listen to it:

since this blog has pretty much replaced my actual diary, i've been thinking that i should have posted about my last few days of school or how i only had to take two exams or how utterly depressed i am that school is ending. i should talk about those things, but i won't, because i've gotten all my nostalgia out already. besides, there's only one thing that really matters right now:

so, with that said, i'm going to turn off the computer, walk my dogs, and wait for the germany game to start.

my mind has changed my body's frame

today's title comes from wolf like me by tv on the radio. it's pretty old - i first heard it freshman year - but it was used on so you think you can dance last night and i fell right back in love with it. have a listen:

as you have probably guessed, that terrible immune system of mine decided to give up again last week. long story short: bacterial infection of the throat probably picked up through drink-sharing. dr. emperor-from-mulan, in true crazy doctor fashion, prescribed antibiotics, rest, and - merde - a maximum of two caffeinated drinks per day. two. apparently the caffeine + related nocturnalness (it is a word, damn it. stop lying to me, safari. it can be a word if i say it is) aren't helping my poor, beleaguered immune system.

tony from skins and i are in full agreement. also we're ecstatic that the skins movie is official!

it's actually been a pretty horrible week. the primary source of my discomfort isn't, as one might expect, the disgusting medicines i now take on a daily basis or the itchy state of my throat. no, it's much, much worse:

the momster donated all of our extended editions of lord of the rings to, like, goodwill or the salvation army or one of those. she "thought we had two copies". um, no. now i've only got the regular versions to watch! whatever am i going to do? my woe is endless.

the momster.

other than that, i'm doing pretty well. my makeup homework is, as expected, minimal. oh, and it's all done. so there's one worry off my mind. oh, and i have job interviews! one at cold stone on saturday morning and one at guess in the afternoon. i'm excited. wish me luck?

the lulus have been acting very strangely lately. first, lulu was like this:

and then cookie was like this:

and then lulu turned on her Cute Face and all was well:

until:

my dogs - they're terrifying.

i'm actually going to start in on a second post tonight. it might go up tonight or tomorrow, depending on when i finish it. it's going to be all about books and writing, which seemed too unrelated to this post for me to include it. until then, amuse yourself with one of my favorite dance-around-the-house songs:

and glozelle. who you better watch. especially you, s-la:

oh, and here's another fun video just because:

give them to the night

today's title comes from sunflower by low. i've been listening to it (and the rest of the album it's from) constantly this week. it makes for good "gee, i should probably study for APs, but i won't, so i guess i'll just listen to relaxing music and not panic instead" listening.

it gets bonus points for having the first youtube result for the song be a skins video, but since e4 (the channel skins is on in the uk) disabled embedding on any video featuring its content, you'll have to make do with the boring one instead.

i've decided that i approve of the alien rat dog haircuts after all, even if they did make cookie and lulu are extra-shivery in the cold. now i have an excuse to dress them up in cute little sweaters! also their neverending search for heat has made them even more cuddly than usual (as i type this lulu is curled on top of both my feet), which is always good. best of all, it's made the daily check for ticks that much easier; i took them for a run in the rain to the canoe launch and was able to pry one off cookie in seconds. shrieky, flaily seconds, but seconds nevertheless.

besides, lulu (the one that looks like a mixture of pinky and the brain) is actually looking sort of cute with her giant head and paws and floppy ears. i'd snap a picture of her, but...well, i already mentioned the sleeping on my feet, right? because she is. and my toes are extremely toasty and reluctant to return to their normal unheated state, so you'll just have to make due with a puppy from cuteoverload.

i don't think you're complaining too much about the lack of lulu. that little dude is adorable.

other than my acceptance of hairless rat dogs my beloved pets, nothing much happened today. i went to school, got tacos and starbucks, came home, read, wrote, and blogged. i'm so interesting, i know. i guess being boring is better than having something horrible happen, though, so there's that.

besides, the national's new album high violet was officially released yesterday. and we all know what that means: i had to go on a mass deletion spree from my iTunes to make room for all the glee songs and an official studio release of high violet there are finally high quality versions of their songs on youtube (and in my iTunes library). this is one of my favorites (and is probably going to be the first single from the album, so i guess it's their favorite, too)

here's little faith, too:

i'd post another one of my favorite songs from this album, but it's not available on youtube yet. it's called england, though, if you want to get it.

anyway, it's getting late and i have to be a good little girl and actually make it to an AP exam on time for once (this is my last shot! ever!), so i guess this is where i'm going to leave off. expect lots of depression and whining about hand cramps tomorrow.

you know those rainy days ain't so bad when you're the king

today's title comes from fans by kings of leon. here, listen to it, it's one of my favorites.

i'm home now, and i'm pretty much killing time until glee comes on, so i thought i'd blog now.

nothing very interesting happened today. i woke up (late, as usual, so yesterday's straightened hair didn't get to make a reappearance), made coffee, went to school, played apples to apples in econ, sat around and talked in yearbook, went to lunch, mooched a bag of frozen strawberries off of jennifer (she brought them in to make punch for her spanish class), and went to gov to watch the world's most boring civil rights movie ever. seriously. i didn't think it was possible to make me hate thurgood marshall but that movie managed it. oh, and then i tagged along with the momster to do Mysterious Real Estate Things (organize papers and look up numbers) and possibly accidentally flashed half the cars on route 7.

gratuitous robert downey jr. gif is gratuitous

just kidding about that last one. well, sort of. basically, i wore two bras today (i felt like bean, it was fun), and then on the way to starbucks (half price frapps! i had three, so it might have cancelled out, but whatever - at least when i work for the momster she buys my coffee) i was like "hey, the momster's office has a gym attached, maybe i can work out" and blame the caffeine i've had seven cups today proceeded to do the good old sleepover/locker room wiggle to pull it off. so, really, i probably didn't actually flash anyone today, but according to the momster i got several strange looks from people on the road.

and here, have some pictures of the alien rat dogs. they have to wear sweaters when we walk them now since otherwise the cold makes them shiver.

look at my little baby aliens

doesn't she look like brain from pinky and the brain?

i like to think of this picture as cookie mourning his lost fur

glee just came on, so that's all for now. how can i resist rachel berry butchering the climb?

Alien Rat Dogs

I am sitting at the kitchen table, sipping my coffee, and lamenting the change in my dogs from these pinacles of furry glory:

To this:

My babies! They've been shaved! How could That Woman do this to us? See if I get her a Mother's Day present ever again. Look how she repaid me - by having my fluffy little munchkin dogs replaced by aliens.

I'm going to go drown my sorrows in frappucino. Excuse the capital letters, I'm blogging from my phone.

- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

every summer is a hot token

today's title comes from beach baby by bon iver. it's good road trip music, see:

gee, i've been a horrible blogger this month. i don't even have an excuse. at least it's been a relaxing break from blogging. i've spent 25 of the last 48 hours sleeping. that's right - 25. as in, i went to sleep at 6 p.m. friday night, woke up at noon saturday, and went back to sleep at 11. it was awesome. i feel wonderful and  i finally got rid of the bags under my eyes. i'm thinking this was time well spent, even if the momster was so mystified by my being in bed before midnight that she thought i wasn't home and called poor s-la trying to figure out where i was. oh, parents. i worry about what'll happen to her while i'm at college. that woman can't function by herself. i think i need to get her a boyfriend or a nanny. i'm working on it.

besides that i went shopping, picked up some moisturizer, got some chipotle, went on a car ride with the momster, and enjoyed the sunshine. thank god for the sun today. i missed it friday.

oh, and kings of leon's episode of austin city limits was on today. i came home just in time to watch it. they were on before only by the night came out, so it's all their good music. since you're all cunty whores terrible people who missed it even after i texted you, i'll post samples:

see, don't you feel better now? cutie followill approves of this post:

besides being a faithful acolyte of kings of leon, i spent a lot of my time in the car and at lunch youtubing videos of cute things. these are my favorites:

that one just made me lol for the poor, scared, frozen cat on the left in the beginning

and this one is...pretty self-explanatory, actually.

my favorite!

boys who like cats are awesome.

i will never have children, or: two tales of bad parenting.

it's been a while since i blogged. sorry about that. these past few days have been eventful. s-la, meggo, jenibean, and i went to see alice friday night. it was awesome. johnny depp was predictably unfortunate looking but the CGI and alice's costuming fully made up for that. helena bonham carter kind of stole the show, but that's to be expected. and i just got home from a birthday party/sleepover at jodie's, so that explains last night's missing blog. i'm not going to elaborate on either of those events, so if you really want details you should badger s-la to blog about them.

because you (all eight of you) are such conscientious followers of my blog, i'm sure you're wondering what prevented me from blogging thursday night or saturday afternoon. surely i was spending all my leisure time cackling away about your rachel-blog-deprivation.

well, if you thought that, you'd be wrong. i now present to you two tales of epic mommery. be warned, they aren't for the faint of heart.

let's begin with thursday, shall we?

on thursday i received a text from the momster asking me to go with her to her office and do real estate things for her since her assistant was out. i, being the wonderful person that i am, agreed. however, instead of going directly to her office her client texted and said she wanted to meet us at a bar. okay, we said. so we went to the bar. and then the momster realized she needed to pick up extra pens and things since, you know, they aren't really supplied in bars and restaurants, so she left me to order some snacks and headed to staples - where her client called, changed her mind, remembered that she had to be at some play for her kid in an hour, and asked the momster to meet at the office after all. crunched for time, the momster left staples and went to the office - leaving me, a platter of the best wings i've ever had, and my annotated copy of the poisonwood bible alone in a bar. alone.

it was traumatic. did you know that people hit on you at bars? even when you're munching on wings and reading your book and clearly projecting the 'i'm underage, go away' vibe. some of those people were old! like mid-twenties old. and buying drinks. and not even the happy, fizzy coca cola-type of drinks. it was horrible.

i'm thinking i shouldn't have yelled at the momster about it, though, since now she's on this 'my one and only child is going to college' bonding kick. we spent all of yesterday shopping. my feet and arms felt like they were going to fall off by the end of it. and then we left the mall too late to come home and still make it to jodie's on time, so i had to buy a new toothbrush and set of pajama bottoms and sleeping bag. that sleeping bag is the silliest thing, it's huge. at least it doesn't resemble my old sleeping bag - that one's shaped like a coffin and 'contours to the body' according to the north face sales people.

anyway, the bonding lead to me basically getting an entire spring wardrobe. here, check out the bounty:

in case you couldn't tell, the rainbow bra was my favorite purchase. getting it was awful, though - it involved seeing a librarian in victoria's secret. buying things. i can't bring myself to elaborate any further.  

we ended up getting manicures, too. the woman who did mine was pretty cray cray - all she did was grunt and move my hand and watch the chinese drama on the television behind me. she did an awesome job, though, so now my nails look like this:

i don't have a weird number-shaped birthmark on my hand, either - i wrote someone's locker combination on my hand in fine-tipped sharpie and now it won't wash off. i scrubbed and scrubbed with the little heated towels and in the shower yesterday and it just wouldn't go. i guess i'll just have to wait for it to fade. 

and just to round out this little trio of grainy iphone photos, here's lulu. i think she looks like a squirrel in this picture, what do you think?

i tried to get cookie to pose, since he's the nice dog, but he doesn't like cameras. oh well.

i'm listening to four winds by bright eyes, mostly because s-la said she didn't like it. clearly s-la is a deranged cat-lover with catastrophic brain damage since all sane people like the song.

happy new year!

well, it's 2010. year spaceship according to mark hoppus. sadly, i didn't do anything wild or crazy to celebrate - just stayed up late drinking champagne - pronounced correctly, thankyouverymuch - and watching the ball drop with the momster. i'd like to start this new year of blogging off with something really profound and meaningful, but mostly all i can think is 'wow, ewan mcgregor sure is pretty'. blame angels and demons, which i watched for the first time today.

my new year's resolutions aren't very interesting either - work out more, eat healthier, write more, quit wasting so much time on the internet, etc. i've written them all on my dry erase board so when i fail at them i can erase them and pretend they never existed (like eddie c. in new moon). except for this resolution - become a better/less paranoid driver. seriously, it's sad when a kitty can drive better than you. see?

oh, and just to get all the cuteoverloading out of the way, look at this:

he's just too adorable for words. this video makes me want to cuddle my puppies now, but cookie is passed out on the couch with all four paws sticking up in the air (he looks kind of dead, actually) and lulu is still giving me a Malevolent Glare. oh well. i'll just keep getting my cute animal fix of the day from the internet then.

i'm listening to sleepless by the decemberists right now. it seems kind of fitting. i finally got around to buying the dark was the night compilation (which took the last of my gift card money, but between the buying binge and s-la i've gotten to 9229, so that's happy at least) and it's been my soundtrack of the day. like i've been wandering around the house with my hot pink hello kitty robe flapping behind me listening to conor oberst and bon iver and pretending that my life is an indie movie in progress. clearly we're only at the boring, overly long, cartoon introduction, but hopefully things will pick up and the Story of Rachel (yeah, that's just the working title - we'll wait for inspiration to hit when it comes to naming my life story. inspiration or, you know, something eventful enough to warrant an actual life story being made) and i'll become less boring. after all, i need real things to blog about!

oh, and speaking of stories, i've been writing one. and by 'writing' i mean i've been jotting down ideas on scraps of paper and desperately hoping i can keep away from the keyboard, because once something gets to compy it takes over my life. now, my life may be boring, but it's the kind of boring where i still have tons of meaningless school-related work to do that cannot be put off for a story, so, really, this whole writing thing needs to stop. i keep telling my hand that but it just ignores me and picks up the pen anyway. woe. woe is me - and that stupid callus on the inside of my middle finger that popped up in sixth grade and has yet to go away. i wonder if in the future kids will always use computers and never develop writer's calluses? darn those future younguns. i'm going to be twice as crotchety and mean to them when i get old out of residual callus-related bitterness.

let me steal this moment from you now

so i'm not sure if i'm happy or annoyed that running up this hill by placebo is being used in the previews for what looks like a really crappy movie. random thought, but since the commercial is currently playing, i thought i'd share.

hey, look, trailer over. just switched to the ipod. now playing saint jerome by joy division.

oh, and speaking of things switching, notice anything about the layout? i felt like making a change. thoughts? should i keep it or try a new one?

since gina blogged about her candy cane experience today, i'll share mine, too. it's pretty boring, actually. i love candy canes, though, and i've been waiting since the beginning of december to get one. of course, since the world decided to imitate scrooge without telling me, i didn't get any. and then today i got three and a half! (only a half because i had to split the one from the doctor's office with frank).

the doctor's office wasn't that bad. they did draw blood, but at least time i had frank with me instead of my mom, since last time i got blood drawn i squeezed her hand so hard she had little finger shaped bruises for over a week. and then afterwards we went to the thai place in lansdowne. it's a good thing we go there so often - i'd hate to think what they would've done when we called ahead and asked them to have the order waiting on the table if they didn't know us.

i miss glee. oh, wednesday, things aren't the same without the promise of campy singalongs. it's like your tiger woods and i'm the wife that wishes she could leave yo- oh, really. huh. well there goes that analogy.

there is no point to that picture. it's just really cute. i don't if that's a point for or against getting a puppy, since that puppy is adorable, but ew, look at the mess.

so i was going through some of the random stuff in the garage and i found my eighth grade english binder. highlights? the first comment on my last essay (it was the first one in the binder, since i like filing things backwards). 'you scatter commas like grass seed.' reason 4645535 to hate middle school.

i'm being overwhelmed by cute

to start with, cookie is sleeping on top of my feet and dog 2 - known during times of headphone-chewing as lucifer and currently referred to as Smooshy Face - is sleeping on the pillow next to me. we decided not to have their fur trimmed when they went to the groomer last week, so when they got their bath this afternoon, cookie was so furry we ran out of dog shampoo halfway through his and resorted to using herbal essences 'tousle me softly' on him and Smooshy Face.

and to add to the cute, i'm listening to zooey deschanel's duet with will ferrel from elf, which always makes me think of the 'omg, santa' scene.

mostly, though my probable death by cute overload will be attributable to this:

puppy! tilting its head!

...remember when i only youtubed things like stephen colbert's white house press correspondents speech and midtown concert footage? i bet you miss those days, huh? i don't know why, but december's shaping up to be an 'aww, look at the widdle fuzzy [insert animal here]' month. what happened?

edit: i found another one. look how cute it is!

edit again: this is the last one, it's just too D': not to include