'member that time?

I was inspired by LisaGrace's blog of the day, which was inspired by someone else's blog.

I remember one of my friends taking all of us girls to a salon to get our hair and makeup done for her birthday party when we were little. I think it was Steph.

well, it seemed completely normal to me to get my hair done in french braids. I had never really had anyone to do good french braids and so I really wanted my hair to be braided. my stylist lady was not very happy about it as I am sure she was wanting to curl my hair and make it look really girly (much like all of the other girls' hairstyles, which all looked exactly the same). I didn't really understand anyone would want anything BUT french braids, honestly. my 2 french braids complimented my general tomboy behavior of that time in my life.

I only realize now why that lady was so mean and how silly it was to request that she put my hair in french braids when she could have done some fancy up-do or whatever.

hah. ohhhh elementary school.

I just love this stuff.

snowpocalypse.

This is the title people seem to be giving the blizzard from last night.

Classes were canceled. Both of my roommates spent the night elsewhere last night.
Everyone else has roommates to enjoy being snowed in with, but alas, mine are no where to be seen.

I am thankful to live right next to a Fareway, if it becomes necessary.

I hope someone comes for me soon. Sigh.

At least I have Marian.


I walked out my front door this morning into snow that came to my knees. I knew that someone had to shovel the steps and the parking spots. Since only one of our parking spots was occupied with a car, the other is just a solid block of snow that has to be thrown somewhere.

I'm not upset that everyone left me all alone. I'm really just not sure what to do with all of this snow. Here I am trying to shovel out our parking spots, but there is NO WHERE TO PUT ALL OF THE SNOW. My lovely neighbors thought it would be okay to throw their snow into the main drive that had already been plowed. I don't know if they thought that the plow guy would come by again or something, but it's really become quite an inconvenience. I can get my own car out (probably). I wish that I had that fancy bag that Dumbledore gave Hermione that you can fit anything in. Sort of like Marry Poppins's magical bag.

marriage and babies.

here is a video of me performing at the sweat power fest. it's a recording of my most recent song, roughly called "Marriage and Babies". I don't have the song on my myspace so here it is exclusively for all of you readers!



this guy from Fairfield, Glenn, did videos of a lot of the performances from sweat power fest which I think is super neat of him.

also, the joey guy that played after me was really good. I think his link will pop up at the end of this video.

we'll always have cookies.

cat lady.

I have recently decided that it would be very easy to become a cat lady because of all the kitties I see outside during the winter that I just want to keep warm. If this is what triggers cat ladies, then it seems completely possible.

NCLB - No Cat Left Behind!

Wes Anderson

Sometimes when I have been watching a movie or reading a book, I start feeling like one of the characters or like I just fit into the story theme somehow.

For instance, when reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, I felt like I was slowly losing my mind after I read the book for an hour or so. It only took a few moments to come back to reality, but there was always that downtime when I was totally consumed by the overall theme and feel of the book.

After watching a couple episodes of the show Stella, I generally felt less intelligent.

Tonight, Connor and I watched Bottle Rocket and Rushmore and it was my first time successfully watching the both of them without falling asleep (only because I believe I am partly narcoleptic, not because they bore me). Anyway, right after the second Wes Anderson flick, I felt like I should only say things in a brief, intentional, and clever way.

It's always just kind of sensational when that happens, and I feel sort of accomplished for allowing the book or movie to do its job.