i like it when people describe music as "accessible"
i also like my office. we are moving out several file cabinets and replacing them with carpeting, a purple easy chair, beads in the doorway, and a lava lamp. we are the best employees ever.
today i made cookie trays at panera. although they didn't turn out as beautifully as the brownie tray from july that i was so proud of, i still enjoyed the chance to aesthetically express myself. and then i came to yds and decorated. ha.
i like being in inexplicable good moods. i don't think it's that they're so much harder to explain, i think it's just that i accept them without asking questions. there's no need to overanalyze happiness.
that was a fantastic weekend.
i like being spontaneous and ending up at a random bar in wisconsin with some of the most fun people in my life after watching a set of one-acts that were written, cast, and performed within twenty-four hours.
and now i'm listening to weezer.
tonight i'm going downtown to buy rilo kiley tickets.
the days in my northern life in which i wouldn't change a single detail are few and far between. it's nice when i have a few in a row.
i have been wearing the same clothes for forty-eight hours straight, including working two shifts and going to a smoky bar for a radio on concert where my brains were very nearly rocked out of my skull. i think i'm going to take a shower and brush my teeth now.
people always talk about "beautiful eyes." i think eyes are gross. you can't touch them. they're gooey. round balls of sensitive jelly sitting in holes in the front of your head. but they're also the only thing that really has any color besides the numerous variations of brown that comprise our skin and hair. you can get contacts to change their color. and some people only like blue ones or green ones or brown ones. but really, what difference does it make? we're attracted to healthy bodies because people who have them will also have healthy babies. we like smooth skin because we get to touch it and it's easier to survive middle school if you have it. but eyes? icky blobs of slime and we think they're pretty.
i do NOT want any more free burritos
i want a RAISE
because i am making only fifteen cents an hour more now than i was when i was a trainee a year ago, i think i'll put my two weeks in tomorrow. there's only so much underappreciating a person can take. whaa whaa whaa. i keep shifting back and forth from hyper to furious. i think i'll cry myself to sleep now.
by the way, i had a fantastic excursion to the north shore with the family this week. they picked me up from work on monday and then dropped me off at work on thursday on their way out of town.
after nearly twenty minutes of futile searching, i happened upon a glue stick. now i'm going to collage. (notice the very important choice of vowel in the last word of the previous sentence.)
but before i go, one more thought: when there is a group of people, and most of them are girls, the few boys present get most of the attention. when there is a majority of boys, the girls get marginalized. at least i think that's how it works. strange indeed. i should call yiling.
things that are gross when they are alive are even grosser when they're dead.
for example: newts
i don't mind looking at them, but i wouldn't want to touch one and i don't like being in a situation where one might touch me without my permission. of course, rachel decided to leave me in charge of hers while she spent a week on the east coast. ick. lizardy.
fire-belly newts are not the most lively creatures, but usually they move when you poke them. burt pickleshoes was definitely dead. oops. so i fed ernie peaches* and avoided dealing with the reptilian corpse until i could make a boy do it. boys like gross things.
i will probably have nightmares.
*ernie peaches is the critter's name. you don't feed fruit to them.
micah came and distracted me from my countdown. but then he left. sigh.
there is a sushi dish called "the weed eater" waiting for me in my fridge.
i had a happy birthday
ps. the ocean is a coffin. Often
name that band. and then listen to their new cd. twice.
success! i just had two non-argumentative conversations with boys who live next door to me covering topics ranging from guns to iraq to polygamy. i even enjoyed them. i think i shall have a decaf carmel latte and some late night television to celebrate.
the word "murderess" has very different implications than the word "murderer."
there are many reasons this is the case. when a man kills someone, it seems more animal. a return to instinct and iceage emotional votility. when a woman does it, for some reason departing from the stereotypical nurturing pattern to end a life seems to take vengeance to a new level. it's still hysteria, but looks calm and thought through to the observer. it seems like men use guns more and women poison their victims. quite frightening. maybe i've read too many murder mysteries and agatha christie is partial to the female killer. but there's just something about the word "murderess..."
