Until this week, I was considering going somewhere, anywhere for New Year's. Then I went to do my banking, and realized that I only had $11 in my bank account. So, staying at home with my parents it is. I foresee sitting on the couch watching Anderson Cooper or CSI reruns with my mother in the very near future.
But really, who needs a party when you can knit a hat?

Tonights New Year's forecast for Boston, MA: -4 degree fahrenheit.

Also, I had to check dictionary.com for the spelling of fahrenheit.

I stubbed the same toe on the same door twice, and I am pretty sure the toe is broken. I am definitely sure that it is purple-y.

Luckily, there is no bedroom door in my new apartment, so this can totally be avoided in the future.

So far today at work I've spent $56.30 buying books online.
Unfortunately, in the time I spent purchasing said books I only made a small fraction of that amount.

This Morning

I thought about how I needed to shower for an hour and a half before I actually showered.

Last week of 2008

I will be spending the next few days putting my things into bigger things (that is, boxes).

Application Anxiety

We proofread to catch mistakes, yes? Do I proofread? Why yes, yes I do. How many Statement of Purposes have I sent out to schools thus far? Oh, nine. How many of those included a typo? Good question. The answer: NINE. What was the typo, and on a scale of 1 to 10, how embarrassing is it? Also, a good question. I called Kirsten Thorup Kristen Thorup. I switched the 'r' and the 'i.' Technically, both are names. One is the name of a Danish author, one is the name of a Sales Tax Supervisor at National Amusements, Inc. I think I may be a touch dyslexic. My father is, so it may very well be genetic. It may also be old-fashioned laziness, as well, as clearly, I did not proofread well enough to catch said dyslexically-tinged typo.
On the one hand, I doubt that many people are familiar with the work of Kirsten Thorup, so I may be safe there. However, on the off-chance that anyone reading my statement of purpose does have a clue, or looks it up via google (or some other search engine of their choice), I now have a substantial amount of anxiety that they will realize it is mispelled and wonder how on earth anyone could mispell the name of an author whose work they consider an influence upon their life.

Upside: in 20 years, I doubt this typo will matter too much. In 800 years, it won't matter at all. PERSPECTIVE.

My mom owns a pair of zebra-striped reading glasses.

I have the flu

My immune system just can't keep its shit together.

I'd like to thank all the people who helped contribute to this moment, because I think this stomach flu is a group effort:
-my brother, for denying he was sick when he clearly had a cold
-my father, for also catching something and still being around me all the time
-my IC, for keeping me from eating anything with any vitamin C in it
-the woman in line behind us at Kohls, for wiping her snot all over her arm

Honorable mention: Kohls for being awfully dirty in general

this morning / this evening

I was going to finally make coffee, but then I realized that my dad's coffee maker is totally busted and injects 1/2 a centimeter of coffee grounds into each cup of coffee.

I had to get out of my bath after 2 minutes because it was so hot.

In between: antique shopping!

I consumed copious amounts of heavy cream, sugar, cheese, and booze.


And then so I could feel a little healthier, I ate a pear.

My family opened Christmas gifts on the night of December 23rd.

The thing I look forward to most today: boozed out ice cream beverages.

Christmas Eve

Drank most of a bottle of wine, performed exceptionally poorly in both team Scattergories and Trivial Pursuit: 90s Edition.

Christmas Magic

I will wear 4.5 inch platform heels if I goddamn please.

2 posts in one day...don't judge...

I was just reading for leisure (you don't need to know what I was reading necessarily to understnad the following) and felt the need to respond:

I moved to Boston on September 3rd 2008 after a 14 hour car ride from Memphis, MI to Boston, MA. I know a whole 5 people there and work mostly with people twice my age. I ride the train daily for two huors with my Ipod on way too loud. Sometimes people look at me funny when we stop. I think it is because they can hear my too-loud foul rap music. Its fun and I love it.

Hidden Gluten

I got gluten poisoning from Thai custard last night. This is a real, actual conversation I had with the woman who owns the Thai restaurant, prior to eating the custard:

Me: Can you tell me what's in the custard?
Thai woman in the know: Sugar. Eggs. Milk.
Me: Is there any flour in it?
Thai woman in the know: What do you mean?
Me: Is there any wheat in it?
Thai woman in the know: Of course not!
Me: Great!

What she neglected to mention, and I neglected to ask about, is the presence of semolina in the ingredients. Semolina is the enemy, folks. It's a wheat by-product.
I guess that's the last time I eat Thai custard.

Question of the Day

Question: Will Stacy ever get sick of watching the Food Network?


Answer: Unlikely.

This morning,

despite all odds, I did not get frostbite.

Also, my pants have secret stirrups.

Today...

Amy Smith hugged me and told me that she thinks of me whenever she shops for shoes.

I think that four-minute long conversation gave my life new meaning.



Also, you will be interested to know that she cut her hair, and it is ADORABLE.

S.A.D

In the last 4 days I've had to help un-stick two cars that were stuck in the snow.

Maybe this is some metaphor for life?

Whether or not, I wrote Santa a letter asking for a sun-lamp and a shovel to help me through these winter days. I'm not holding my breath.

Today is day five of days without drinking coffee.

I have been adding extra sugar to my tea to compensate, though.

The Falling Temperature

Today, the temperature plummeted to -10, making it my first day in Illinois this year that I've been colder than in Michigan. Until this morning, my response to anyone who says, "it's cold outside" has been only, "it's not so bad. It's been snowing in Michigan since two weeks before Thanksgiving...now that's cold."

I guess I can't say that anymore.

Biggest dilemma of the last four months:

no one to help paint my fingernails.

If only I were ambidextrous.

Consumption

Oh, quiche for breakfast
Tomato, mushroom, spinach
Really, its egg pie.