what the heck guys. anyway. whatever.
update on the stuart little situation. SL1 seems to be an OG (that is Original Gangsta) and it doesn't appear as if we're going to be bothered by that anymore. awkward way to say that I don't think there's another mouse. anyway.
hey so for one of my art classes, i get to design four tattoos! wahoo color theory! best homework ever!
i'm curious...my favorite way to drink diet coke is cold in a can. what are other people's favorite ways? in a can with a straw? bottle? over ice/with a straw? if so, from the can, bottle or fountain? if you don't drink DC, what about just regular coke or other sodas?
went to see Dave Matthews band on friday night! wahoo! also went to see Spring Awakening on sat night! wahoo wahoo! awesome arts-filled weekend!
Showing posts with label unprofound profoundness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label unprofound profoundness. Show all posts
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
What an Offering.
A woman gave me her hair tie at the gym yesterday.
I was at the gym yesterday. I had run out of emergency hair ties in my gym bag and hadn't come with one. The one that's on the shifter in my vehicle was gonzo. I couldn't find one in my purse. I was, however, able to locate 5 barrettes & countless bobby pins. So I had to make it work and at first it looked like some horrifying midwest prom hair do. Yikes. While on the stairmaster, it transformed itself into something Heidi-esque with braids and strategically placed metal fasteners. It was a big ol mess. Something had to change.
So, I paused at the front desk asking for a rubber band and while the guy was trying to find one in the drawer and the woman standing there just took the one off of her wrist and gave it to me. It was a small, gentle gesture. But enormous.
By the way, I just heard my roommate say this:
"The big thing is they're all about the sausage and I don't really eat the sausage."
Uh.
TWSS?
I was at the gym yesterday. I had run out of emergency hair ties in my gym bag and hadn't come with one. The one that's on the shifter in my vehicle was gonzo. I couldn't find one in my purse. I was, however, able to locate 5 barrettes & countless bobby pins. So I had to make it work and at first it looked like some horrifying midwest prom hair do. Yikes. While on the stairmaster, it transformed itself into something Heidi-esque with braids and strategically placed metal fasteners. It was a big ol mess. Something had to change.
So, I paused at the front desk asking for a rubber band and while the guy was trying to find one in the drawer and the woman standing there just took the one off of her wrist and gave it to me. It was a small, gentle gesture. But enormous.
By the way, I just heard my roommate say this:
"The big thing is they're all about the sausage and I don't really eat the sausage."
Uh.
TWSS?
Saturday, March 1, 2008
oh boy, where did february go?
Did you notice that today is March. Dude, even with a leap year, February just ripped on by. What craziness. What insanity. It's cool though, cause I'd say March is pretty rad too.
Did you ever notice how some things in life are worked out for you with out you even noticing that they HAD to be worked out? Okay, that sounds like I'm trying to be overly profound. If you must vomit over that, I'll hold your hair back; but let me finish:
It hit me this morning.
Drawers are basically created so an even number of Saran Wrap or aluminum foil cartons can fit in them. Even in retro kitchen land (unfortunately where our kitchen resides) the drawer seems to exactly fit all of the various wraps, foils, papers, etc. It's neither too tight a squeeze nor aching with awkward gappage. Someone somewhere just sort of worked that out for us. Without us even knowing it had to be worked out. To that person, Cheers!
Well, I have gone several weeks bypassing telling you of one of the greatest reunions in the past six months in my life. Me and my ipod dock are back together. I know, it's great, right? Sometime in late August of 07, we broke up. And it had me down for a while. I mean, the carcass of the actual dock was haunting me, every time I looked at my desk. But it was unchargable. I had lost the AC adapter. And I couldn't find it ANYWHERE. The speakers were just TAUNTING me. "Listen to zee ipod on zis dock, eh?" (Oh yeah, my speakers have an odd German/French/Canadian sort of thing going on , not a big deal.) And I was like, "Well, I would LIKE TO." Anyway, after months of searching through various random nooks and crannies, searching Amazon to Ebay, Logitech to apple.com, I finally broke down and just called the logitech customer service folks, hoping that in a moment of weakness, driven my my utter pity, they would just send me a free charger. Turns out there's a link on their website for missing parts. $10 was all that stood between me and destiny. A shame that I can't apparently read. Anyway, we are sitting at the table right now, me posting on this weblog, my ipod dock serenading me with overly depressing Coldplay. It's harmony and melody and destiny. And not in a trashy, born-in-the-80's, "My name is Harmony" kind of way.
I had thought that, now that I am either 23 or 24 (not sure) I would stop getting acne. Blemishes. Pimples, zits, you know the deal. Well, this is horrifyingly untrue. They have seemed to utterly ignore the fact that I am an adult now. I mean, I wear high heels to work, meet friends for sushi, have money going into my 401K. An adult. Sometimes, I get these blemishes (ok, that makes it sound more adult) that no amount of Katherine's secret Murad blemish zapper can solve. That no amount of cursing, "BUT I AM AN ADULT! THIS IS UNFAIR," can fix. That no amount of pressure with a hot wash cloth can cure. Like right now. Something worthy of a zip code is cropping up right under my nose. So painful that it's hard to smile.
Was that too honest?
Did you ever notice how some things in life are worked out for you with out you even noticing that they HAD to be worked out? Okay, that sounds like I'm trying to be overly profound. If you must vomit over that, I'll hold your hair back; but let me finish:
It hit me this morning.
Drawers are basically created so an even number of Saran Wrap or aluminum foil cartons can fit in them. Even in retro kitchen land (unfortunately where our kitchen resides) the drawer seems to exactly fit all of the various wraps, foils, papers, etc. It's neither too tight a squeeze nor aching with awkward gappage. Someone somewhere just sort of worked that out for us. Without us even knowing it had to be worked out. To that person, Cheers!
Well, I have gone several weeks bypassing telling you of one of the greatest reunions in the past six months in my life. Me and my ipod dock are back together. I know, it's great, right? Sometime in late August of 07, we broke up. And it had me down for a while. I mean, the carcass of the actual dock was haunting me, every time I looked at my desk. But it was unchargable. I had lost the AC adapter. And I couldn't find it ANYWHERE. The speakers were just TAUNTING me. "Listen to zee ipod on zis dock, eh?" (Oh yeah, my speakers have an odd German/French/Canadian sort of thing going on , not a big deal.) And I was like, "Well, I would LIKE TO." Anyway, after months of searching through various random nooks and crannies, searching Amazon to Ebay, Logitech to apple.com, I finally broke down and just called the logitech customer service folks, hoping that in a moment of weakness, driven my my utter pity, they would just send me a free charger. Turns out there's a link on their website for missing parts. $10 was all that stood between me and destiny. A shame that I can't apparently read. Anyway, we are sitting at the table right now, me posting on this weblog, my ipod dock serenading me with overly depressing Coldplay. It's harmony and melody and destiny. And not in a trashy, born-in-the-80's, "My name is Harmony" kind of way.
I had thought that, now that I am either 23 or 24 (not sure) I would stop getting acne. Blemishes. Pimples, zits, you know the deal. Well, this is horrifyingly untrue. They have seemed to utterly ignore the fact that I am an adult now. I mean, I wear high heels to work, meet friends for sushi, have money going into my 401K. An adult. Sometimes, I get these blemishes (ok, that makes it sound more adult) that no amount of Katherine's secret Murad blemish zapper can solve. That no amount of cursing, "BUT I AM AN ADULT! THIS IS UNFAIR," can fix. That no amount of pressure with a hot wash cloth can cure. Like right now. Something worthy of a zip code is cropping up right under my nose. So painful that it's hard to smile.
Was that too honest?
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Break me off a piece of that...fancy feast!
Andy Bernard is one of my favorite people. This Office hiatus is stabbing me in the heart. I do not like it at all.
Warning, friends: Do not watch The Brothers Solomon. You're probably all, "why not, I love Will Arnett like Amanda loves Will Arnett?" Well, I will tell you that it is sore disappointment--but it is a terrible movie. I think it was about 4 dollars at Blockbuster and that was 4 too many.
What is the half-life of Christmas trees? (Yeah right. Like I know what that means any more.) But seriously, how long will it take for our Christmas tree to decompose so that the only thing left to deal with is the ornaments and tree stand? Like four weeks maybe? Hopefully.
Cosmetics announcement: believe the hype about Benefit's "Galactic Shield" because it's all true. Galactic Shield is a concealer stick that contains salicylic acid so it both blends and banishes blemishes. GALACTIC SHIELD! $20 at Sephora, which I know may sound like a lot, but it lasts a long time unless you're crater face Beth from the fifth grade, in which case you need something more along the lines of a skin transplant and not a small concealer.
Video game announcement: I love my Wii! It's the best thing in the world. Guitar Hero, fake tennis, simulated boxing and Mario. What's wrong with that picture? NOTHING, I say!
Warning, friends: Do not watch The Brothers Solomon. You're probably all, "why not, I love Will Arnett like Amanda loves Will Arnett?" Well, I will tell you that it is sore disappointment--but it is a terrible movie. I think it was about 4 dollars at Blockbuster and that was 4 too many.
What is the half-life of Christmas trees? (Yeah right. Like I know what that means any more.) But seriously, how long will it take for our Christmas tree to decompose so that the only thing left to deal with is the ornaments and tree stand? Like four weeks maybe? Hopefully.
Cosmetics announcement: believe the hype about Benefit's "Galactic Shield" because it's all true. Galactic Shield is a concealer stick that contains salicylic acid so it both blends and banishes blemishes. GALACTIC SHIELD! $20 at Sephora, which I know may sound like a lot, but it lasts a long time unless you're crater face Beth from the fifth grade, in which case you need something more along the lines of a skin transplant and not a small concealer.
Video game announcement: I love my Wii! It's the best thing in the world. Guitar Hero, fake tennis, simulated boxing and Mario. What's wrong with that picture? NOTHING, I say!
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