wearing thermals, cozy in my bed (red top, grey bottoms)
new art work hanging next to me on my wall (my most recent collage, which i will post here shortly, and a magazine clipping poem)
the poem says: you can bring last year and your cupcake girl. our next artsy wish is to be two. i like the way it speaks to me.
finished with my first semester of grad school as of today!
in love with the idea of being able to not study and write papers in my free time, instead, since its Christmas, i can spend all week making and buying and giving gifts! and this year i actually have an art area and sewing machine to aid me in this process.
so in love with sewing. i want to sew everything, and i want to use gold thread for all of it. i'm obsessed with gold thread.
downloading songs i've been meaning to download, one by one, and then listening to them again and again (namely stacy's mom by fountains of wayne...try it, you'll like it!)
going home to oregon on saturday. bracing myself for big changes at work. taking the time to pray for friends. loving the mild winter so far. happy and blessed with friends and family on two coasts and every where in between.
stacy's mom has got it going on...she's all i want, and i've waited for so long...stacy can't you see, you're just not the girl for me...i know it might be wrong, but i'm in love with stacy's mom!
12.18.2006
12.14.2006
special moments (parental discretion is advised)
usually, when i come home from work between 11 pm and midnight, i find my roomate lexy on the couch, cuddled up with her cats, watching TV. i have come to expect this, and it is somewhat comforting.
so, imagine my shock, when i open the door to a strange odor and muffled laughter...and see lexy, snuggling with a half-naked guy i've never seen before, while silmeltaneously realizing the illegal source of the distinctive odor.
"hi!" we all say, me, with false, high-pitched, awkward cheer, and them, with drunken joy. "we're drunk!" lexy announes happily, her fingers intertwined with skinny, pale, shirtless boy. you don't say!
"this is my friend, tony!" she shares, and we exchange pleasantries before i walk/jog towards my room as quickly as is polite.
i snatch the package my mom sent me today off the table, sit it on my bed, and happily rip off the wrapping. it's chock full of my christmas decor from home. i've been waiting for it so i could decorate my miniature charlie brown christmas tree. i guess that'll have to wait for another night.
"i think your cats like me," i can hear shirtless stranger say as i shut the door. i'm sure they do, tony. i'm sure they do.
***disclaimer***
any simularity between this short story and any actual people or events is entirely coincidental. if "lexy" asks you if i wrote this and published it online, the answer is obviously no. in fact, this whole thing never even happened.
so, imagine my shock, when i open the door to a strange odor and muffled laughter...and see lexy, snuggling with a half-naked guy i've never seen before, while silmeltaneously realizing the illegal source of the distinctive odor.
"hi!" we all say, me, with false, high-pitched, awkward cheer, and them, with drunken joy. "we're drunk!" lexy announes happily, her fingers intertwined with skinny, pale, shirtless boy. you don't say!
"this is my friend, tony!" she shares, and we exchange pleasantries before i walk/jog towards my room as quickly as is polite.
i snatch the package my mom sent me today off the table, sit it on my bed, and happily rip off the wrapping. it's chock full of my christmas decor from home. i've been waiting for it so i could decorate my miniature charlie brown christmas tree. i guess that'll have to wait for another night.
"i think your cats like me," i can hear shirtless stranger say as i shut the door. i'm sure they do, tony. i'm sure they do.
***disclaimer***
any simularity between this short story and any actual people or events is entirely coincidental. if "lexy" asks you if i wrote this and published it online, the answer is obviously no. in fact, this whole thing never even happened.
my mom wants to know what i want for christmas
last year, i made an interactive list with links to websites of really expensive things i knew none of my friends and family could afford. this year, i'm too lazy, and really, what's the point? plus, i'm trying to be quick about this, because i actually got up semi-early today, and there's lots of fun (art and sewing) and not fun (laundry and bill paying) tasks i would like to accomplish.
my grown up christmas list 2
1. gift card to barnes and noble. this is my college book store and would be quite helpful come the start of the term.
2. gift cards to...anthropologie, PAPER SOURCE, old navy, the gap, amazon.com, target, joann fabrics, itunes, h & m, jcrew, ikea...
3. long underwear
4. books!
the trial of true love by william nicholson
postsecret (there are two, either one is fine)
the history of love by nicole krauss
extremely loud and incredibly close by jonathan safran foer
found II
a new bible that is small and has some kind of clasp/closing device
quilt it kit by denyse schmidt
good, modern, sewing resource books (i don't want to make ugly curtains or shirts
with shoulder pads)
5. movies!
everything is illuminated
the shape of things
garden state
walk the line
the complete series of sex and the city (a girl can dream, right?)
6. renew my flickr pro subscription
7. a working polaroid camera and film (it doesn't have to be new)
8. world peace
my grown up christmas list 2
1. gift card to barnes and noble. this is my college book store and would be quite helpful come the start of the term.
2. gift cards to...anthropologie, PAPER SOURCE, old navy, the gap, amazon.com, target, joann fabrics, itunes, h & m, jcrew, ikea...
3. long underwear
4. books!
the trial of true love by william nicholson
postsecret (there are two, either one is fine)
the history of love by nicole krauss
extremely loud and incredibly close by jonathan safran foer
found II
a new bible that is small and has some kind of clasp/closing device
quilt it kit by denyse schmidt
good, modern, sewing resource books (i don't want to make ugly curtains or shirts
with shoulder pads)
5. movies!
everything is illuminated
the shape of things
garden state
walk the line
the complete series of sex and the city (a girl can dream, right?)
6. renew my flickr pro subscription
7. a working polaroid camera and film (it doesn't have to be new)
8. world peace
12.12.2006
a few months ago, i was in a bookstore with a couple of friends laughing at self-help book titles, when i saw a book that seemed to encapsulate me perfectly. it was called quirkyalone, and as you'll see by the above photo, the moment was captured on film.
a few days ago, i was in the library, as i've developed an interesting habit of checking out way more books, movies, and cd's than i can possibly read/watch/listen to in the allotted amount of time you get to keep them. they're just all so pretty! anyway, i came across quirkyalone again and i picked it up. and, keeping with my habit, i took it home.
i started browsing through it today and it's pretty hilarious. the whole idea is to give a label to people like me, people who don't settle for mediocre relationships and try to believe that relationships aren't the key to happiness. we are strong, unique, independent women! we are quirkyalone! the author (sasha cagen) explains why she chose to fuse those two words into one big, yummy word, and i love what she has to say about being quirky: "Perhaps truly quirky people are the ones who don't have the option of camouflaging their individuality: they're just uncontrollably themselves."
my old youth pastor once told me, "you're not like 90% of people." i think he was calling me quirkyalone!
there are many other funny things in this book. if you think you're quirkyalone (and dudes can be quirkyalone, too), you should check it out. oh, you can be quirkyalone and in a couple. that's called quirkytogether! yeah baby!
one of my favorite anecdotes from the book is a list of "deal breakers (absurd or not-so-absurd reasons not to go out with someone):
1. emoticons 2. lewd text messages 3. baby talk 4. perfume/cologne 5. phone on the belt 6. wears 'bad shoes' 7. wears glasses 'because they make me look smart' "
i just think it's so hilarious because i really do find phones on the belt to be such a turn-off. i dated this guy once who had that fabric tube thingy that goes around your neck to hold your sunglasses, and it was very difficult to find him attractive once i saw him sporting it. it's like, "i'm sorry, are you 11?" another turn off for me is people who sign their emails in the same annoying way every time...for example, "fondly, steve." or "in his grip, todd." or "keep smiling, alan." it's like, "i'm glad smiling is important to you, but there's no need to shove your beliefs down my throat, dammit!"
i really did know a guy who signed "in his grip." and his name was todd. another former youth pastor...hmmm...
http://quirkyalone.net/qa/peoplelikeus.php
a few days ago, i was in the library, as i've developed an interesting habit of checking out way more books, movies, and cd's than i can possibly read/watch/listen to in the allotted amount of time you get to keep them. they're just all so pretty! anyway, i came across quirkyalone again and i picked it up. and, keeping with my habit, i took it home.
i started browsing through it today and it's pretty hilarious. the whole idea is to give a label to people like me, people who don't settle for mediocre relationships and try to believe that relationships aren't the key to happiness. we are strong, unique, independent women! we are quirkyalone! the author (sasha cagen) explains why she chose to fuse those two words into one big, yummy word, and i love what she has to say about being quirky: "Perhaps truly quirky people are the ones who don't have the option of camouflaging their individuality: they're just uncontrollably themselves."
my old youth pastor once told me, "you're not like 90% of people." i think he was calling me quirkyalone!
there are many other funny things in this book. if you think you're quirkyalone (and dudes can be quirkyalone, too), you should check it out. oh, you can be quirkyalone and in a couple. that's called quirkytogether! yeah baby!
one of my favorite anecdotes from the book is a list of "deal breakers (absurd or not-so-absurd reasons not to go out with someone):
1. emoticons 2. lewd text messages 3. baby talk 4. perfume/cologne 5. phone on the belt 6. wears 'bad shoes' 7. wears glasses 'because they make me look smart' "
i just think it's so hilarious because i really do find phones on the belt to be such a turn-off. i dated this guy once who had that fabric tube thingy that goes around your neck to hold your sunglasses, and it was very difficult to find him attractive once i saw him sporting it. it's like, "i'm sorry, are you 11?" another turn off for me is people who sign their emails in the same annoying way every time...for example, "fondly, steve." or "in his grip, todd." or "keep smiling, alan." it's like, "i'm glad smiling is important to you, but there's no need to shove your beliefs down my throat, dammit!"
i really did know a guy who signed "in his grip." and his name was todd. another former youth pastor...hmmm...
http://quirkyalone.net/qa/peoplelikeus.php
12.04.2006
the first snow
i've been a baaa-ahh-aad blogger. my apologies to all my faithful readers (kari). seriously, i've never not written for THIS long. i guess i will blame grad school. yes, indeed i will. you see, in grad school, there are no tests. which is a good thing, i suppose, except for the fact that i'm really good at tests. but there are lots of papers. that's okay, because i'm good at writing, too (i also have a huge head, but that's mainly because my hair is so thick). the point i'm trying to make is, i'm always writing papers. so the blog writing as suffered. in fact, i'm writing a paper right now. i'm just taking a break to write this.
i silmeltaneously (word i cant spell) love and hate writing papers. one of my favorite things i'm learning in grad school so far is the beauty of dichotomies. contrast. the fact that two seemingly opposite things (i love writing papers, i hate writing papers) can both be true at the same time. love is amazing. love is horrifying. you get the idea. i've always loved contrast, because one extreme makes the other extreme all the more potent and beautiful. so you can see why i love dichotomies.
yeah, grad school pretty much rules. i love learning. i know, i love a lot of things. i fall in love so easily, whether its with a person, a concept, or a freaking tv show (what is the appeal of deal or no deal? all i know is, on most fridays, i'd rather watch it and yell at the screen then go out). in grad school, they expose you to all kinds of amazing books and resources, then tell you to read more of them than is humanly possible. this is exhilirating and frustrating. in college, i was assigned a good chunk of reading, but most of it i didn't give a crap about, so who cared if i didn't have (okay, make) time to read it? but now, i want to read all of it! i want to soak it up, drink it in, devour every last syllable. 'cause it's so yummy! my favorite book i'm reading right now is a general theory of love. i picked it up in the school book store when i was only supposed to be buying my requried texts. but i couldn't resist! not only was it about love (so obviously my favorite subject) but it had an amazing cover design. two red wooden chairs, one leaning toward the other. i must have it! i said, and now i do, and it's the most freaking fascinating book i've read it awhile. the best part is, i can use it for one of my papers! aint love grand?
yeah, i'm obviously explosively babbling because i havent blogged in so long. it feels so good! but i should get back to that paper. today was (finally) the first snow. a full month and 4 days later than last year. it was more like slush, really, but who cares? the long cold winter is finally here, and i am strangely happy about it.
i silmeltaneously (word i cant spell) love and hate writing papers. one of my favorite things i'm learning in grad school so far is the beauty of dichotomies. contrast. the fact that two seemingly opposite things (i love writing papers, i hate writing papers) can both be true at the same time. love is amazing. love is horrifying. you get the idea. i've always loved contrast, because one extreme makes the other extreme all the more potent and beautiful. so you can see why i love dichotomies.
yeah, grad school pretty much rules. i love learning. i know, i love a lot of things. i fall in love so easily, whether its with a person, a concept, or a freaking tv show (what is the appeal of deal or no deal? all i know is, on most fridays, i'd rather watch it and yell at the screen then go out). in grad school, they expose you to all kinds of amazing books and resources, then tell you to read more of them than is humanly possible. this is exhilirating and frustrating. in college, i was assigned a good chunk of reading, but most of it i didn't give a crap about, so who cared if i didn't have (okay, make) time to read it? but now, i want to read all of it! i want to soak it up, drink it in, devour every last syllable. 'cause it's so yummy! my favorite book i'm reading right now is a general theory of love. i picked it up in the school book store when i was only supposed to be buying my requried texts. but i couldn't resist! not only was it about love (so obviously my favorite subject) but it had an amazing cover design. two red wooden chairs, one leaning toward the other. i must have it! i said, and now i do, and it's the most freaking fascinating book i've read it awhile. the best part is, i can use it for one of my papers! aint love grand?
yeah, i'm obviously explosively babbling because i havent blogged in so long. it feels so good! but i should get back to that paper. today was (finally) the first snow. a full month and 4 days later than last year. it was more like slush, really, but who cares? the long cold winter is finally here, and i am strangely happy about it.
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