The radiators in my apartment make obnoxious noises. It sounds like someone is constantly shoveling the sidewalk outside. Unfortunately, Boston is the new Antarctica and so its either the shoveling radiators or freezing to death.

3 of the 4 bulbs on my fan in my room burnt out. It turns out I like my room much better with just 1 working bulb, 2 lamps, and 5 candles.

My mom came over to hang out with me but instead she is talking on the phone to my dad about hometown gossip.  I am THAT boring to hang out with.

I am nearly done with my first semester of grad school. I have yet to write a paper longer than 5 pages. Also, I really like applesauce.

Today, I went for a walk. I was cold, so I came home and made some hot chocolate. There were exactly enough marshmallows.

I took the bus home this week and a 20-something lawyer/businessman sitting next to me was watching Twilight on his iPhone.

Katie never posts (or comments) anymore.

I tripped not once, not twice, but three times today.

Fact: When Amy Smith friended you on facebook, you thought to yourself, "this is the best day of my year!" and then you considered making it a holiday so you could always remember it.

The best thing about work is the electric 3-hole-punch. Also, I enjoy using the laminator.

I just made yummy apple muffins. I didn't think I would need 24 muffins so I cut the recipe in half...except for the butter. They kind of taste like magic.

I <3 gluten free waffles you can buy at Jewel in the frozen food section. Amazing.

Today, I bonded with random strangers waiting for the Blue Line when we all rolled our eyes in annoyance at the businessman who got REALLY upset about not fitting onto one train and having to wait 5 minutes for the next one.

Is it wrong if moments like this restore my faith in humanity?

I went to Ikea today. It is also move-in weekend for every institution of higher education in Boston and its surrounding areas. Needless to say, it wasn't that fun.

Today I painted my nails. It was only afterward, when they had dried that I realized that painting your nails navy blue the day before you start a new job is probably not the greatest idea.


I'm debating whether or not I want to buy nail polish remover and if I can get away with navy nails. It's casual attire...if I dress up nice, will that compensate for the nails, or will I just look more like a freak?

My office is approximately 7 degrees and I just heard someone in the admin office saying they were going make a phone call to get the air conditioning fixed. By "fixed" I sure do hope they mean "shut off."

Today, I should be receiving Daisies from Netflix.

I'm hardly able to restrain myself from running home to check the mail.

Actual description of a movie on Fear Net:

Did you see the first 'Waxwork' about the wax figures that come to life and kill people? Mark and Sarah survived that one. Unfortunately, so did a wax hand that followed Sarah home and killed her stepfather. Now people think Sarah did it. Stupid wax hand.

I want to marry the person who write the synopses for Fear Net movies. ZOMG.

I'm catsitting for one of my bosses from Prevail while he's out of town this weekend. His cat is kind of a freak, and she has some serious emotional issues, but this is kind of adorbs:

When I pet her, she stretches out her arm and pets me. Unfortunately, she has SUPER long nails, and it's sort of painful.

I went for a bike ride today, and I took my nalgene with me (for hydration purposes). I was severely disappointed when I went to drink from it and it was full of dust and things. I hadn't rinsed it out first, and it had sat unused for 4 months. Prairie Path fail.

Can anyone explain how faxing works?

Today our computer system crashed for approximately 10 minutes. During this time, everything went as usual and no one said a word about our non-working computers. I, on the other hand, was FREAKING OUT and nearly yelled "HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO ANY WORK IF I DON'T HAVE THE INTERNET OR ACCESS TO MY FILES ON THE NETWORK!??!!??!?!?"

And then the problem was solved and I'm still flustered about it.

Mash-ups Katie should be listening to if she isn't already:

Michael Jackson's Billie Jean with Ratatat

Phoenix with WHY?


Unrelated: Usher vs Keyboard Cat!


And this is pretty magical:

On June 23rd I wrote, "I wonder if it will ever stop raining."

It hasn't.

Two thing I really don't understand...

1. Weddings
2. Wedding rehearsals

I wonder if it will ever stop raining.

I think I might just put on my bathing suit and swim to work in the morning.

Its not impossible. Really.

How much of a tool would I be if I were to wear sunglasses in my office? Since morphing into a mole a few weeks ago, everything seems REALLY bright and I find myself shielding my eyes and squinting a LOT.

http://www.boston.com/news/local/breaking_news/2009/06/kitten_found_in.html

I judge people I walk past on the street on the basis of how fast they're walking. As in, when I pass them, I think "WEAK," and when they pass me, I'm like "Way to work it out!"

One of my bosses just borrowed my jacket to go to a meeting.

I'm so bored I want to cry.

If I could pick a new gay boyfriend, this would be him

I am quite sure if only we were introduced, we'd be BFF.

I got 9 hours of sleep last night, and now I'm too sleepy and I can't wake up. As in, I've had an extra shot Americano and I still can't break out of this fog. I just did jumping jacks in the bathroom in an effort to wake myself up. It's not working.

No more '9 hours of sleep' nights for me.

Success

My green bean plants have green beans.

I can't stop telling people about it. This is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

I think I will plant more green bean plants.

I lint-rollered my roommate's cat for 30 minutes this afternoon and she loved it. Then, tonight, she came into my room, sat in my lap, and let me pet her for 20 minutes. She has never done that before. I've found the key to my roommate's cat's heart, and it's a freaking lint-roller.

There is no god.

This exists:


ZOMG

A wise woman once wrote...

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

And it currently applies to my life.

Yesterday I left my office window open when I went home for the night, and now my office is about 55, maybe 58 degrees. There is very little I can do to remedy this besides sit and wait for it to warm up.

My biggest accomplishment today...

identifying Dr. Dre and Snoop Dog's song "Next Episode" in Hollertronix, "Gujarati Soundclash" for Katie

I have a new crush, and it's on Watermelon Tootsie Roll Pops, which I'm not even sure I can have (probably not). So wrong, but so right.

Mmm! Tangy and tasty.

This morning I got up early and went for a run since everyone always says a morning run makes them feel energized. I am more tired than I have ever felt by 11:36 am.

I wore flats today for the first time in maybe three - four months, and it was really difficult to walk. I feel unbalanced when I don't have a two-three inch heel under me.

What would Elman say???

I've managed to convince myself that I absolutely can not go to the gym when it is raining.

I am planning to buy 30 lbs of gummy bears for the office on Monday. It will cost $60, but we will save a ton of money, since we go through at least 4 lbs a week.

That is so gross, folks. OMG.

Now that I am facebook friends with half my co-workers, I feel it is no longer appropriate to post random, slightly vulgar song lyrics as my facebook status. Is this what being an adult is like?

Today I went for a walk during lunch. I headed to the Junebug Cafe and on my way I passed a bowl of fried chicken just sitting on the sidewalk.

I spent 2 hours today killing trees and making copies on our Xerox machine. It was 2 copies of 500+ pages, and most of them had to be done individually, because they were collated and they kept getting stuck in the machine and jamming.

At first, it was miserable, but then I turned my iPod on, and with Mickey Avalon keeping me company, it was substantially more interesting and enjoyable.

PS Sorry this blog is becoming a Mickey Avalon-love fest.

The most current song that I can't stop listening to

Parentheses by The Blow

And I think I'd be good friends with the woman in the video.

Just for funsies, my ipod deleted all of my music off of itself.

I had to listen to other people shuffle around for my entire 8 minute walk home today!

Since 10 pm I've been struggling, hard, to make myself stay awake. I think I am trying to prove to myself that I'm not too old to stay up til midnight.

I've listened to The Hood Internet mash-up of Mickey Avalon 'My Dick' and CSS at least 13 times thus far today.

Katie, I wanted you to know.

EDIT: If you right click on the link, it should download!

Working in a health center during this Swine Flu hysteria is bad news. I've managed to convince myself that I probably have it since I'm feeling so tired and have been sneezing all day.

Though I probably feel this way because I stayed up until 1am watching television shows on my computer and every tree in Boston has bloomed sending tiny allergy-triggering bits into the air.

Still, maybe I should be quarantined.

I was going to eat granola for breakfast this morning on the train, but the bag broke and it ended up ground into the inside lining. Now I'm hungry and my stomach is growling, loudly, and I'm waiting for someone I share an office with to say something to me, but none of them have blinked. No one is wearing headphones, so I know they've heard it, and I want to explain about my granola difficulties, but I don't want to bother anyone, even though all the growling totally is already.

Killer.

I have changed my sheets from flannel to regular crisp cotton, so it is officially spring in my book!

As defined (loosely) by dictionary.com

splotchy
Spelled Pronunciation [sploch-ee]
–adjective, splotch-i-er, splotch-i-est.
marked or covered with splotches.

Example: Stacy's skin was splothy due to her inability to properly apply sunscreen.

synonyms: blotchy, mottled, spotted, smudged

This weekend, I'm learning how to blow smoke rings.

Walking past Kilwin's every day is the best part of my afternoon. It is the best smelling place ever.

Folks, I went and got myself a job. I now work 9-6 downtown Chicago. Oh my god. I think I'm an adult.

ANYWAY: this is the story I wanted to post (that's the background): I got an email from my boss in the wee hours of the morning today, telling me that I needed to download the movie "Hoosiers" and set it up for him today. He ended up deciding to watch it on Netflix, where it's available on 'watch instantly,' and thus, free and legal. He does not have a Netflix account, so I gave him my password so he can use mine. I went through my queue to try and eliminate the potentially embarrassing movies, but my entire queue is embarrassing stuff. Oh well. It's out there in the open now. I suppose it's for the best.

I just licked 7 envelopes...

it was gross.

I recently stumbled across the following review on Netflix:

Ok first of all I love sexy vampire guys. I guess it is the black hair, leather coat, gothic thing. So if there is a sexy vampire to be found then I am a happy camper. In this case, Gerry Butler, certianly fits the bill. But what I also like it yet another twist to Dracula. I currently own 13 vampire movies. So I am glad they are not all the same. For a faithful adtaptation of Stroker's Dracula, try Francis Ford Coppla's Dracula with Gary Oldman as the sexy count. The origans of this vampire are very different and unexpected. And after seeing Passion of the Christ, it made sense. There is plenty of gore and action for fans. And New Orleans makes a perfect backdrop. Though Dracula is now stepping into Lestat's vampire territory. This movie is certianly worth any vampire or horror flicks fan's time!

Thank you, DCY45LK. You may be only 32% similar to me, but you have piqued my interest in a film I would otherwise never watch, and you've done that in spite of your remarkably awful grammar. Well done.

My father and I have moved it to the top of our Netflix queue. I can't wait for it to make sense to me because I have seen The Passion of the Christ.

Despite battling a massive cold, I still managed to paint my toenails before work this morning. The first peeptoe shoe outing of the year is important, and should be treated with respect.

Today, I had to explain to my mother - while she watched Fox News - what teabagging is, and why it is utterly lamentable that the protesters they were covering TV were self-proclaimed teabaggers.

Awkward. Oh. God. So awkward.

Thanks to google image search...

Speaking of porcupines ... very cute, in an icky sort of weird way.

This book lives on one of the shelves in my office. I have yet to read it but it makes me laugh everytime I look at it. But I think I might disagree with the title. Maybe sometimes animals should wear clothes? Just not porcupines.

I have the flu and I'm losing my voice. I sound like a man who swallowed a handful of pebbles and then washed them down with a handle of Jim Beam and 12 packs of cigarettes.

Cookie Follow-up

The chocolate coffee cookies might be the most delicious cookies on the planet.

http://sweetmary.typepad.com/my_weblog/2008/12/chocolate-chunk-coffee-cookies.html

Today I will make chocolate coffee cookies.

Yum.

I wore boots to walk to work today, in order to avoid getting my shoes all wet in the melting snow. Only one of my shoes made it to the office, though, so now I look ridiculous.

This is not actually insignificant at all, but Abbie and I are meeting up with Amy Smith on Friday, and it needs to be noted. Publicly.

These are my latest food love. I'm not sure I'd like them so much if I wasn't allowed to eat gummi bears as a child (they've always had this odd, rebellious appeal for me), but as is, they are pretty delicious. Mmm, candy antioxidants!

My father sends me text messages. However, these messages are not your typical text messages. Instead, he hand writes a note (and sometimes draws pictures), takes a photo of it, and then texts the photo to me. I think he has found the most perfect way to take advantage of new technologies and forms of communication without giving up that personal touch.

Oh, wait, the cast of Veronica Mars already has taken over the world:

YES!!!!

I've just spotted Weevil in an episode of The OC. What is Weevil NOT in these days. Veronica Mars (the cast, not the character) will take over the world eventually, I'm sure of it.

Can we talk about how badly I want this bookshelf? I feel like something like this would be really easy to make, given the right materials and enough black paint.


GOD. It's fucking gorgeous, and I am officially a bookish old-person for lusting after a bookshelf. Awesome.

This morning, I made lemon myrtle tea and it was delicious. I hereby declare lemon myrtle tea my new DRINK THIS project.

I hate when my phone rings at work. Sometimes, I think of any reason possible to not asnwer it and wait for the voicemail.

In Which Abbie Bitches About Not Getting Mail

Grad school is a bitch.

Accepted: Texas State

Rejected (acceptance rates for this year in parantheses): Cornell (1.5%), Minnesota (3.4%), Amherst (2.9%), Syracuse (4.8%), Vanderbilt (1.4%)
That's the product of a ridiculously high increase in applicants meeting a terrible economy, and thus, less funding. For perspective: when I decided to apply to them, all but Cornell had acceptance rates between 5 and 8%, leaning towards the 8.

Waitlisted: Alabama (4%), Florida (2.5%)

Unknown, because my mail takes fucking forever (seriously, people started getting mail from Southern Illinois two weeks ago, and I live in Illinois but have yet to get anything from them): Southern Illinois - Carbondale (estimated around 10%), Minnesota State - Mankato, Indiana (2.9%), Louisiana (my top choice, who just mailed letters out this week)

Seriously, where the fuck is my mail? Most of those rejections just got to me last week, and I know that those schools started mailing out rejections over a month ago. These schools: they're KILLING me.

Katie, it's come to my attention that this exists:

I don't know how or where one buys this, but GOD. Must. Have. We need to drink some tea out of that mug of truth.

Saint Patrick's Day is gross, and appears to be a sacred holiday to all Ann Arbor frat boys.

Thanks to the creation of Junior Mints Pastels, I can now enjoy Junior Mints again! It turns out there is happiness in a life without chocolate.

Instead of going to the gym after work today like I had intended, I went shopping and bought clothes to wear to the gym. It's almost the same thing, really.

Another story worth posting

My office-mate Patty, one of the Nurse Practitioners, just told a little boy he had a virus. And he asked, "Did the computer give it to me?".

Junk Mail

My emails somehow ended up in Amy Smith's Junk Mail. But then she apparently berated the computer for calling me junk and emailed me.

And so, I am having a great day.

I get so frustrated when my stapler runs out of staples despite the fact that it is one of the easiest problems to fix.

I am so in love with the new Ninja theme on Gmail that it's almost pathetic.

Today, I ran out of Kleenex.

Every time I go to the store, I forget to buy toothpaste and deodorant. Now I really need toothpaste and deodorant.

I burn pretty much everything I cook in my oven because it is probably 100 degrees hotter than it says it is, and also it cooks everything in 10 minutes! My muffins were supposed to cook for 20 minutes, and they were burnt by 15!

Now my tiny apartment smells like burnt muffin.

The following is a conversation I just overheard while sitting in my office.

Doctor R: "I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT"
Doctor A: "Jesus, I'm going to put some Xanax in your tea"
Doctor R: "Lord"

I still have minor panic attacks when my cat makes noises in my living room at night, which is ridiculous, since if someone broke into my living room, they most definitely would have made a lot more noise than some papers rustling or light leap onto the couch.

Sock-sorting: a piece of my family history

Growing up I never really had socks of my own. Early in my life, maybe even before I was born, my parents decided we would no longer sort socks. They would simply be thrown into one huge basket (what we call "the sock bucket") and we would share since we all basically wore the same socks anyway. As a result, we all had one extra drawer to keep other things in and the task of sorting socks never became a source of tension or annoyance. I believe it helped to establish a strong bond between us. A family that wears socks together, sticks together.

Anyway, my sister, an avid reader of this blog, recently brought it to my attention that we may be the only family to use this method of sock-sorting. She recently polled 14 people and each found our ways slightly outrageous.

However, to this day, I do not sort my socks and I never will. I also do not pack socks when I go home because I know when I need a fresh pair their will be an entire bucket of socks to choose from--all ready to warm my toes.

Katie, I'm growing my bangs out.

I'm currently REALLY into podcasts. Sometimes, I think that this blog would make a good podcast. One of my favorites is "Gardening in a Minute" - minute long gardening tips and facts. Using that as inspiration we could have "Instant Insignificance."

I used an intensive conditioner on my hair this morning, and it feels great. Every time I use one, I wonder why I don't use it every day.

I know this isn't particularly mundane, but I got an acceptance letter from Texas State today! And I can't believe it's real. I have a Texas State ID and everything! I'm in. There is a good school that likes me enough to offer me acceptance into their mfa program. I was so sure that I wasn't going to get in anywhere that I started looking for jobs on Craigslist in Tuscaloosa and Atlanta.

I fully plan to drink an entire $4 bottle of wine tonight in celebration.

It will almost be like I am on Top Chef: 

http://www.aadl.org/topchef

Sundays are now my least favorite day because the mail doesn't get delivered, which means no possibility of any rejection letters arriving. Also, there are substantially less emails in my inbox on Sundays, which means less distractions.

I just submitted my application to grad school. I feel like I'm going to throw up.

I went to file my FAFSA stuff today, and when I got to the part where you submit it, I realized I was on FAFSA.com not FAFSA.edu.gov. What a waste of an hour. On the upside, filling it out the second time took a lot less time, but I felt significantly stupider.

Then I had a glass of wine, and promptly became tipsy. My tolerance is shot. Oddly enough, I'm more ashamed of that then filling out the wrong FAFSA form.

All non-profits have to make their tax documentation public, but I still feel very, very sneaky for looking at JSTOR's and for knowing how much the top-paid employees make! Like I'm stealing paystubs.

M.I.A had her baby on my birthday.

That has to mean something.

All of the Craigslist ads for the last two days have been uber depressing. Snap out of it, desperate people. It's just a day. Drink some tea, watch a movie in bed and go to sleep early. Disaster averted. YOU'RE WELCOME.

GOOD GOD PEOPLE. Stop fucking around with my internet amusements.

I really don't approve with the suit/sneaker combo. I would say 3 out of 5 people on the trains in the morning sport bright white running shoes with clean-cut business attire and it just looks silly. I understand the need to wear functional shoes, but I think Nikes, New Balance etc are a bit extreme.

Best Holiday Ever:

Stacy Leavens' Birthday.

My office-mate just gave me a birthday gift. It made me cry.

Sometimes I hit enter after typing "gm" into my address bar, and I am too fast for the auto-complete, and I end up on gm.com instead of gmail. At least I am faster than a computer! People might think I am way more into cars than I am if they could see how many times I've been on gm.com, though.

I got a booty [call] text this Saturday at 4:14 am from a 19-year-old boy.

Kidz these dayz. GAWD.

Monday mornings are incredibly unproductive. Not because I'm tired or recovering from the weekend but simply because I can never remember where I left off on Friday or what I accomplished the week before. I usually spend a good 1.5 to 2 hours trying to create a list of things to do.

Whoever figured out coffee is my personal saviour. 

When I started washing my dishes this afternoon, I left some for later, so I would have something to do this evening.

I have eaten both Thai and sushi twice so far this week.

Right around 2pm everyday I realize that I am so thirsty and immediately feel like if I don't drink at least 20 ounces of water I will surely shrivel up and die of dehydration.

The first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is thank myself for filling my humidifier the night before.

Am I the only person that still has kalamazoo email? Weren't they supposed to turn that off by now? Did they forget that I graduated? (dilemma!)

At least access to it is no longer an option through my phone. Maybe they're letting me go slowly to minimize the pain.

I truly believe that Lisa "Left Eye" Lopez died in order to make room for me in the world of female rappers/hip-hoppers.

Yesterday, I got my glasses adjusted. The old man who fixed them told me that he'd never seen glasses so bent on someone who wasn't an 8-year-old boy.

Yesterday I painted my own nails.

Even my left hand doesn't look half bad!

I think I eat more cookies than all other other food combined.

Precipitation

If the rain keeps up at this rate, I fear I will have to swim to work tomorrow morning. And if the temperatures plummet below freezing (like I'm sure they will), I might have to use the path to the train as a Slip-N-Slide.

A haiku...

Will maps be redrawn
With the lake that is now formed?
A boat to borrow?

Today, I concluded that I really, REALLY like flax. Also delicious: agave.

I have moderate-to-severe sidewalk rage. I truly believe people should walk no slower than 3.5 miles per hour.

I think I am officially part of too many blogs.

It's a good thing I don't have a job...

Since 10:30 this morning, I've been thinking about lunch.

On another note, I just accidently bumped my head on my desk while trying to pick up the pen that I dropped. It doesn't feel very good.

Our microwave blew up yesterday, and by 'up,' I mean there was fire and now there's a hole in the top. It was pretty impressive, especially since there was only tea in a ceramic mug in it at the time of the fiery-explosion thingy.

Luckily, this isn't a problem for me, because, unlike my mother, I make all of my tea on the stove.

This morning I made coffee but forgot to put the water in the coffeemaker, and then I stood looking at the empty carafe, wondering why the coffee disappeared. 

I made peppermint bark today, and it is DELICIOUS.

The Ann Arbor District Library's online catalog keeps timing out. How do they expect me to remain literate when I can't search for and reserve books online?

Do they really think I'll just walk the four blocks to the library and do my searching there???

I've decided I will nap for about a half an hour for every inch of snow we get.
It snowed approximately 5 inches today.

Saturday Night

I am watching The Notebook on ABC Family, even though I know it will make me cry, unless I fall asleep before the end.

Woman on cell-phone while grocery shopping, overheard at Warrenville's Target: "He taught me everything I needed to know about glass dildos."

There are so many things one could say about that, but I don't think any of them would really suffice.

I cut my hairs today. I added some layers. Immediate gratification achieved!

I suspect that I just heard Mount Sims' "How We Do" in the background of a Men's Warehouse commercial. (not to be cliche, but) Really?? That's creepy, Men's Warehouse.

Also, I have emailed the Ann Arbor tattle-tale people and they are going to make sure my sidewalks get shoveled so I don't die. Or at least they will make sure someone get a ticket. YES.

I have Dermatitis Herpetiformis. It's an allergic reaction of the skin to gluten by-products that come in contact with the skin. It's basically a problem with the immune system that causes hives and blisters all over the body and face. I have to have a fucking biopsy for this shit. Extreme frustration does not even begin to describe my feelings right now.
I think gluten-sensitive enteropathy might be worse than the gluten-allergy itself, by virtue of it's fucking gross.

One Crazy Per Train

I started reading Sarah Vowell's Take the Cannoli on the train this morning. I laughed aloud. The woman across from me peered over her bifocals with a look of disdain.

I've had to edit this post 4 times now due to silly mistakes.

I am certain that everyone in Ann Arbor is trying to kill me by not shoveling their sidewalks. Luckily, Elisa is making me snowshoes.

Every time an eharmony commercial comes on the TV, my mother says, "You should do that," and I feel awkward. She's also been threatening to make me a profile, "just to see what's out there."

Thanks but no thanks.

I don't have the patience for pottery.

Now that I don't have a job or classes, Monday is one of my favorite days.

Today, I rewrote my resume. It is now a functional resume rather than a chronological resume.
And I bid for things on ebay.

the culmination of my day:

a grocery list.

Insipid- A GRE word

My life has been so incredibly lackluster the past 3 days that I don't even have anything to write in this blog.

Today, I stepped on a nail. Luckily, it was short and small and it didn't stab me too badly, although I did wish I was wearing shoes. And I think I'm still tetanus-free. I feel like that alone makes me a winner of sorts.

STEVE HOLT

I really should read Kanye's blog more regularly.

IT IS SO GOOD AND UPBEAT AND EXCITING!

Reflections

During our first quarter at Kalamazoo College, speculations for schoolboys and I shared all three classes: Reading Film, Our Shakespeares, Ourselves, and Intro to Philosophy.

Prior to this, Katie and I were randomly assigned to live together (just a floor above speculations for school boys, mind you). We lovingly adopted 3 fish and a tree and cared for them with immense amounts of love and tropical weather until their deaths.

I think this blog is a continuation of some much larger than each of us as individual and much larger than anything, anyone could have imagined.

my favorite memory of time spent with Stacy (or, one of)

Once Stacy told me she was stopped at a stoplight, listening to M.I.A.'s "Paper Planes" and making hand guns for the "bang bang bang" portion of the song. She told me she looked over and some dude was looking straight at her. I asked if she finished hand-motioning for the rest of the 'banging'. She looked at me, kind of shocked, and said "Of course!"

Today, my mother leaves to visit my grandparents in Florida for a week. My father and I have updated our Netflix queues accordingly. Every time she leaves town is a mad rush to watch, in the comfort of our own living room, all sorts of movies she would be horribly offended by. Tonight: The Children's Hour, and Dead Alive, because zombies and homosexuality are both disturbing and wrong. Friday: foreign films! Viva la subtitles!

On Monday, January 5th, my Tim Gunn's Guide to Style tear-away calendar read, "You do have a tailor, don't you? Unless you know how to sew, begin searching for a good one today. One never knows when an emergency hem situation might arise."

He must have known that just two days after reading this, I would be wearing pants that are MUCH too long during a wintery-mixed weather day and wishing that someone could hem my brand-new pants immediatly.

He tried to help.

I have never seen the same episode of 'Good Eats' twice.

Alton Brown is my hero.

I had a dream that someone broke into my apartment and left all of the doors open and the locks totally busted, but other than that left everything completely alone, just to prove that my apartment could be broken into.

Even my dreams are especially not dramatic.

What I heard: "Would you like me to duck-tape him and then I'll let you tip him over?"

What was actually said: "Would you like me to update him and then I'll let you take it over?"

I liked my version better.

Not to beat a dead horse, but...

I'm still really stuck on the nail polish thing. And the misfortunes of being left-handed.

I nearly ordered my groceries online today for delivery. But, I managed to resist the luxury of laziness and will be grocery shopping today after work.

Today I learned that our house phone does not recharge unless you take the back off, snap the battery out and back in, and replace the back piece before you put the phone on the charger.

I am in desperate need of a coat hanger for the wall in my room. Even an over-the-door hook would suffice.

I now own a suit

I feel that much more accomplished.

2009, the year of changing the world... http://shine.yahoo.com/astrology/aquarius/yearly-overview

I just google maps street-viewed all of Kalamazoo College's campus, and there is a man riding a lawn mower down Academy Street. Awesome.

Overheard:

"Years ago, I'm sure you would have made an adequate Falstaff."

I have lived along I-94 all of my life.

A very important interstate, for sure.

This morning on the train I repeatedly made awkward eye contact with the woman sitting across from me. It made me want to cry. When she got off the train, I accidently proclaimed "thank god."