Cause and Effect

I got an iPhone

so I don't do anything else ever. Including blog.

Eventually the wonder will wear off, but for now, I'll be listening to my Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me podcasts on my new toy.

I'll be back soon.

something to keep you company:


Lou shaking his nastiness on you

also: tonight is the much anticipated Cake Tasting.

I'll probably be back to talk about how much I ate.

reiteration

I LOVE X-MEN

definition

Cake Tasting
|kāk ˈteɪstɪŋ|
Noun
A gathering of those involved in the wedding planning (Bride, Groom, Mother of the Bride, Maid of Honor, Aunt PR, and Cousins Cassie and Susan), during which you eat many different flavors of cakes and fillings, delivered by various bakeries, chosen by the bride, to a house. One should not come hungry, so as to be able to discern the fine details of each texture and flavor. A movie is often involved, followed by a food-induced nap.

to bevin, love baton

I just made a CD for my father

We went over some songs in my iTunes, and

this is what is on it:

1. Dangerous And Sweet- Lenka*
   
2. O Valencia!- The Decemberists
3. Love Is a Losing Game- Amy Winehouse*
4. The Fear You Won't Fall- Joshua Radin
5. Time of the Season- Zombies*
6. The Way I Am- Ingrid Michaelson*
   
7. Walking with a Ghost- Tegan and Sara *
   
8. St. Theresa- Joan Osborne
9. Don't Stop- Fleetwood Mac
10. Chicago- Sufjan Stevens*
11. Dreams- The Cranberries
12. Jucky- Jason Mraz and Colbie Collait
13. If She Wants Me- Belle and Sabastian*
14. Die Alone- Ingrid Michaelson
15. Stop This Train- John Mayer

* Per his request

you should make CDs with your parents.

La Tele

Monsters Inside Me: Watch
Denise Richards; It's Complicated: Do Not Watch

Practicality

Last night I had a dream where I went to a john mayer concert, and got to go backstage to see him afterwards. I was so excited.
Now, in every other dream, he would have fallen in love with me, and we would have eloped. He would sing songs written for me to put me to sleep every night.

In my dream, he treated me like you would expect john mayer to treat a frizzy-haired fanatic. He agreed to take a picture with me, and said that I was crowding his dressing room. I left.

Then the dream developed towards my being stuck on an island with an old man, and it sucked.

I love John Mayer

Uppers

Mom

Rawr, Tiger

My Barn

Che Guavera (cat)

Paris, winter

Eel Point, Nantucket

Mom's flowers

Boathouse Row, Philadelphia

watery eyeballs

recent developments that have made my life significantly more difficult:

• my twin has reemerged
• my eyeball is red and hurty
• my cat cries and bites me at 4 am
• my closest coworker quit, which coincided with rise in camp enrollment
• my pinapple-filled tupperware opened in my backpack- gwoss
• I have learned about Monsters Inside Me, but cannot find a place to watch it
• my paycheck is far too small
• I still don't look like Olivia Wilde
  

The Man

My grandfather:
has the affectionate nickname Papa D
drinks very dry martinis on the rocks with a twist
drives a benz
naps like a pro.


if that's not a pimp, I don't know what is

Observed Tendency

my friend and I noted something the other day:
skinny people
(not thin, fit, or normal people, as broad categories. They put some effort into their appearance, and wouldn't stop at clothing selection. Just naturally thin people tend to have this problem, as a whole)

dress badly, and it's frustrating.

It's the worst thing to see. You were blessed with a fast metabolism, and have no need to work out. You can wear literally whatever you want, and not look like a blimp. Why do you shop exclusively at hollister and abercrombie? Don't you feel at least a little pathetic shopping alongside 11-year-olds and their mothers? As a consequence, you wind up looking like one. If you are going to spend too much money in a chain clothing store, and look like everyone else, at least go to a place that is flattering, interesting, and doesn't smell overwhelmingly like "little whore" perfume every time you walk in. Try JCrew, American Apparel or Anthropologie.

make the normal sized people a little less angry at you.

in case you were wondering:

THIS IS REAL.
NOT A JOKE.
BUT STILL HILARIOUS.

Pavlov

Meet Louis (he's french, so drop the 's', assholes).
He's the best dog ever.
Because he blows spit bubbles,


like me.

treat yourself!

begin by- Waking Up at 6:30
eat- a 3-Day Old Hoagie for lunch
Campbell's Tomato Soup followed up by a Week Old Cookie for dinner/dessert
hang out- with your 9 year old cousin, because you're soooo cool
do- some plant watering for 45 minutes
get- harassed by children for 6.5 hours
break- plans to visit your significant other to go grocery shopping, and feel like a total douche
have- a stupid fight about car registration
go- to bed at 10.

in other words...
have a shitful day

I will get fired.

whenever a camper is being whiny (always), I call them a waa waa (said with a nasal emphasis, implying a whiner).

for example-
Josh (4 year old): I'm tiiiirred. I don't wanna play football.
Bangbang: Do I hear a waa waa? They're the worst.
Josh: NO!!! I'm not a waa waa!
Bangbang: Then get out there and play, you waa waa.
Josh runs to play the game he doesn't want to play, because I hate whining.

it works on adults, too.

Good Shit

fuck yes

I love my parents without reservation.

Weekend of Summer

Last year I spent a month at nantucket.
This year: 3 days.

Bullshit.

luckily, it was a sick weekend.

who knew?

you can...
put a song on in iTunes, and then command-t (I was trying to do it in firefox, but my retardation go in the way, and I did it in i-Tunes instead).

upgraded!