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."