Friday, November 23, 2007

Bloody Bunnies

Do you ever find yourself really, REALLY liking a song - so much that you google the lyrics, and realize, wow, this song kinda sucks/is gross.

I embrace music like that. I love bold, beautiful, clever lyrics as much as the next girl/music aficianado/English major, but really. You cannot stuff your music library full of plain old wonderful music.

Some people have weaknesses for *NSYNC (is that how you spell it, because I seriously do not know, and I won't give that part of my soul up), some for S-Club 7, and I? I for this:

Thursday, November 22, 2007

How I Spent Thanksgiving

2:17 a.m. - Met Melissa and Melody at the gas station so I could get some rocky road cake. I saw Don peering at us through the windows, and I'm pretty sure he thought it was a drug deal. Buena Vista is pretty slow at 2 a.m., so the mind starts playing tricks on you, looking for a thrill.

7:03 a.m. - Woke up. Got up and drove a few blocks. Waste of gas, but really it was just an excuse to park my car in front of my apartment.

7:47 a.m. - Couldn't sleep. Peeped around the curtains three different times to see if it was raining, or if it was just the rustling leaves right by my window I heard thrashing about so loudly. I'd be a great meteorologist, really, except I would fail the part on BEING ABLE TO TELL IF IT'S RAINING BY LOOKING OUTSIDE.

8:06 a.m. - 8:42 a.m. The poetry of Wilfred Owen failed to calm my mind, so I went on a run instead. Just a short one, but enough to get a kick of endorphins.

8:44 a.m. - My run had been rather directionless, but since I'd decided to run around town rather than the River Walk trail, I picked the destination of Art's house. It helps to have a destination. And then I ran inside and tried to shake him awake. I am the worst, most selfish friend of all time, but I was tired of his asleeping, and I was bored. Also, I wanted to say hi to Mike before he left for his Thanksgiving Day unfestivities, but no luck. Everyone was still abed. Or, uh, acouch.

9:17 a.m. - Stopped by Penny Park to go swinging on my way back to my house. The birds were chirping wildly and the squirrels were literally frolicking right around my ankles. Felt a little bit like Snow White. Threw up in my mouth a little at the comparison.

9:32 a.m. - Spotted the most wondrous, most glorious, fall foliage-y tree ever in the existence of ever. Regretted a little not having my camera. But it's the first time in the two? three? more? weeks that Jaela has had it that I have even once only the teeniest tiniest bit wanted to use it for something, so no biggie. The Greater Good, y'all.

9:49 a.m. - Oh my sweet merciful heavens, I just used the word Y'ALL. Who cares that it was planned or calculated, STILL. I have standards. I am a Yankee, and Yankees do not say that word, ever.

9:51 a.m. - Wondering if there will be mashed potatoes, and if so, how much I can get away with eating without attracting too much negative attention.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007


I am the next David Neeleman.

No, get this: college dropout, ADD, and I know Jeff Benedict.

I am going to be the next CEO of a major startup company. World, look out.