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?

love is knowing you will always lie for someone (and they will lie for you)

when i snapped, crackled, popped
i kept company with empty boxes
and doors that didn't lock

i feel a chill that has nothing to do with the weather

the moment when you understand
the disney doyennes lied to us and there are no castles in sight
you bring out the ambien for ambiance
and stop being afraid to change

I'm in the parking lot being insane. I think I outcrazied mi madre today. But we figured out the root of all my illnesses! Wheee prescription meds. Mm bored now. 

I'm trying to get a handle on blogging from the car. it's kind of annoying, but I feel like I should put the effort in if i really want to try this blogging every day thing. hey, maybe i can even hit that 50,000 word nanowrimo mark (but let's not get ahead of ourselves here, i'd be happy with 500)

blogging from the car is different. i feel more unfiltered, like bloggy concentrate, just because typing via iPhone is so annoying that once the words are down i don't want to have to go back and erase them. autofill has already done some interesting things to my sentences (i'm forseeing some silly typos this month).

the momster is pulling the old text-drive-yell-via-speakerphone routine. one of these days she's going to get pulled over by a police officer who'll still ticket her despite her glare of intimidation (or annoyance, it's kind of hard to tell). I can't wait, it'll probably be pretty funny.

this is one of the days where i feel selfish. i want all the things i don't (can't) have, starting with time. when will this year be over?

sleeping in parking lots

everything you do is elegant
even your silences are eloquent
and if there were words for what I want to do (want from you)
i'd say i feel like feeling something new

right now the sky is blueblackgray. right now there are people coming and going and talking and living. it's strange to realize that everyone you see, all the time, every day is a person. that's such a silly, conceited thing to say, but it doesn't make it any less true. it's strange to look around the parking lot and realize, even for just a second, that everyone means something. is something. is defined just as much by what they mean to someone else as they are by what they wear and how they act and where they are. really, it's just a strange thing to realize how much you judge people, even when you don't mean to. strange and humbling, and stranger still when you try to pull that filter away and notice things for the first time, notice things like the backpack covered in pins from just about everywhere in the world, the paint smudges shaped like fingerprints on someone's windows. you notice and you wonder and suddenly there's a story simmering under your skin, a fairytale for every formerly random person you've seen on the street.

people never stop surprising you. sometimes, you surprise yourself.