I wrote a song today.
Here it is.
Brand New
I want to be brand new for you.
Clean, right, and shining bright
And smelling so brand spanking new
And I don't want there to be another one after this
I want you to be the first one I fall for, and the last one I kiss
I want to hear what your day at work was about
I want to sing softly to you, just lyin' on the couch
I want to be completely honest with you
And I'll be so transparent, I'll be so see
throooooooooooooooough
And I wanna be brand neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew
And I wanna be the only oooooooooooooooooone
for youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
'cause you're the only one for me
(And that is a TRUE STORY)
I want to be the one that you've been waiting for
I want to leave a little mystery; wanting you, wanting more
I want to have that witty banter, even when I know I'm wrong
And I want you to miss me when I'm gone
I want to be the one you tell all your friends about
I want to be the one that you just can't be without
I want to take a long walk on the beach with you holding hands
I want to ride the waves and draw pictures in the sands with
youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
And I wanna be brand neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew
And I wanna be the only oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooone
for youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
'cause you're the only one for me
And I wanna be brand new
Not for anyone else but you
'Cause you're the only one for me- YEAH!
I don't want this road to be the same old course
I want to wake up next to you and change my last name to yours
I want to walk down the aisle, in something borrowed something blue
And we'll do the married people things that married people
doooooooooooooooooooo
And I wanna be brand new
I wanna be the only one
For you
'cause you're the only one for
meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
And I wanna be brand new
I wanna be the only one
For you
'cause you're the only one for me!
-end-
Songwriter's notes:
-It's a sweaty dedication because it's approximately 114 degrees Celsius in the attic where I record my art in its most precious form.
-The length of the words written are congruent to their length in the actual song. Except for the last 2 choruses, where I figured that was getting on your nerves, so I stopped that. Mostly.
-I actually broke down and bought Taylor Swift's Fearless album today- about 3 years after its release date. And I'd rather not hear about how you could've burned me a copy for free, because that is ILLEGAL. Plus, the Target gift card wasn't going to spend itself...
-I really, really, REALLY miss someone. And it's only been 5 days.
Indefinitely plus one,
TWS
Friday, July 29, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
This is Muda.
Hello, world.
I'm feeling super snarky today. It probably has something to do with being in a house with real phones again.
I've discovered I don't like juice boxes. Because of their box-like shape, they don't fit in the refrigerator as well as jugs or bottles and they're hard to hold because I don't have giant man hands. Also, you have to pour out of the side of the box. This is annoying when you get to the bottom, and you flip it over to get the last sips, but then it goes too far above the hole and doesn't come out.
So, in conclusion, juice boxes:
1. Are bad for refrigerator logistics
2. Are wasteful of last sips
3. Make the juice kind of taste like cardboard. Just a little bit.
And you know- every time I come home, I have a grandmother story. I haven't even seen her since I've been home, and I already have one.
So last night I get this e-mail from her, detailing how she has a package that she must get to the post office ASAP. I don't know what this package was or what it contained, but I assume it was anti-terrorist chemicals because of the way she stressed the importance of its expedition. In her e-mail, she states, "if by chance, you are going out between now and the end of the week" could I help her.
Ok, you got that? "Now"- as in MONDAY- and "the end of the week", which, last time I checked, was Friday/Saturday.
And I'm like- yeah! I'm prolly going to WR tomorrow (read: Tuesday) and can drop it off for her.
Side story: My uncle and family came to my grandma's house after an 11-hour drive late last night.
Back to true story: I get another e-mail from her today saying how her and my uncle were able to mail the package this morning and she would no longer be requiring my services.
So I'm like- instead of waiting a few more hours for me to take it on my way, she asks my travel-weary uncle to make a special trip to get it there, oh, I dunno- maybe 3 hours sooner?
And I can only wonder: Was it worth it?
Disclaimer: it probably wasn't anti-terrorism chemicals. It was probably something harmless and non-confidential. Like socks. Or a fruit basket.
"I like fruit baskets because it gives you the ability to mail someone a piece of fruit without appearing insane. Like, if someone just mailed you an apple, you'd be like, ‘Huh? What the hell is this?’, but if it’s in a fruit basket you're like, ‘This is nice!'"
-Demetri Martin
Today I got my haircut, and I actually paid someone to do it.
Here is the before shot:
You know, not bad, but very plain.
Then afterwards:
LAYAS!!!!!!!!
It's so FLUFFY- I love it!
(Dear Boyfriend, I apologize for the myspacey faces. Love, Allie J)
The only downside is that now I smell like aerosol what-not. They actually had this hairspray that had sunscreen in it, which is actually a stupid idea. It's not like your hair can get cancer.
Critics: "Oh! But it can be damaged by the sun!"
Dead cells? Damaged? Really? That's like saying you can hurt a horse by beating it when it's already dead.
Am I saying your argument is like beating a dead horse?
Maybe.
And this picture looks like I'm about to hug you with my new haircut.
I so would.
The other night, Nephew Benjamin was acting like a baby. I mean, I guess that's only appropriate. So I was in the living room, practicing tolerance, and Benjamin was crying on his way out. Dad, not knowing I was in the other room, was like, "You better hush! If Aunt Allie hears you, she'll write about you on her blog!"
Apparently, my blog is now used as a threat to correct aberrant behavior.
I do what I can.
And I can what I do,
TWS
I'm feeling super snarky today. It probably has something to do with being in a house with real phones again.
I've discovered I don't like juice boxes. Because of their box-like shape, they don't fit in the refrigerator as well as jugs or bottles and they're hard to hold because I don't have giant man hands. Also, you have to pour out of the side of the box. This is annoying when you get to the bottom, and you flip it over to get the last sips, but then it goes too far above the hole and doesn't come out.
So, in conclusion, juice boxes:
1. Are bad for refrigerator logistics
2. Are wasteful of last sips
3. Make the juice kind of taste like cardboard. Just a little bit.
And you know- every time I come home, I have a grandmother story. I haven't even seen her since I've been home, and I already have one.
So last night I get this e-mail from her, detailing how she has a package that she must get to the post office ASAP. I don't know what this package was or what it contained, but I assume it was anti-terrorist chemicals because of the way she stressed the importance of its expedition. In her e-mail, she states, "if by chance, you are going out between now and the end of the week" could I help her.
Ok, you got that? "Now"- as in MONDAY- and "the end of the week", which, last time I checked, was Friday/Saturday.
And I'm like- yeah! I'm prolly going to WR tomorrow (read: Tuesday) and can drop it off for her.
Side story: My uncle and family came to my grandma's house after an 11-hour drive late last night.
Back to true story: I get another e-mail from her today saying how her and my uncle were able to mail the package this morning and she would no longer be requiring my services.
So I'm like- instead of waiting a few more hours for me to take it on my way, she asks my travel-weary uncle to make a special trip to get it there, oh, I dunno- maybe 3 hours sooner?
And I can only wonder: Was it worth it?
Disclaimer: it probably wasn't anti-terrorism chemicals. It was probably something harmless and non-confidential. Like socks. Or a fruit basket.
"I like fruit baskets because it gives you the ability to mail someone a piece of fruit without appearing insane. Like, if someone just mailed you an apple, you'd be like, ‘Huh? What the hell is this?’, but if it’s in a fruit basket you're like, ‘This is nice!'"
-Demetri Martin
Today I got my haircut, and I actually paid someone to do it.
Here is the before shot:
You know, not bad, but very plain.
Then afterwards:
LAYAS!!!!!!!!
It's so FLUFFY- I love it!
(Dear Boyfriend, I apologize for the myspacey faces. Love, Allie J)
The only downside is that now I smell like aerosol what-not. They actually had this hairspray that had sunscreen in it, which is actually a stupid idea. It's not like your hair can get cancer.
Critics: "Oh! But it can be damaged by the sun!"
Dead cells? Damaged? Really? That's like saying you can hurt a horse by beating it when it's already dead.
Am I saying your argument is like beating a dead horse?
Maybe.
And this picture looks like I'm about to hug you with my new haircut.
I so would.
The other night, Nephew Benjamin was acting like a baby. I mean, I guess that's only appropriate. So I was in the living room, practicing tolerance, and Benjamin was crying on his way out. Dad, not knowing I was in the other room, was like, "You better hush! If Aunt Allie hears you, she'll write about you on her blog!"
Apparently, my blog is now used as a threat to correct aberrant behavior.
I do what I can.
And I can what I do,
TWS
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Sour Apple Grape Jelly
Occasionally, I get this strange, strong feeling of urgency to go running/jogging. This phenomenon most recently occured on Monday night at approximately 8 pm, so I promptly went to the park to satiate this yearning of fitness. I'm not sure why I do the things that I do. Perhaps the purpose in this wild, unruly urge is to remind myself why I don't go running on a daily basis.
Thoughts at the park:
1st quarter: *power walking*: feeling good, enthusiastic and encouraged- maybe I'll even go around twice tonight!
2nd quarter: *a light jog*: passing all the walkers, feeling like a BA...heck YEAH!
3rd quarter: *still light jogging*: Bright Eyes is not good running music; switch to Flyleaf; definitely only going around once tonight
Making the bend: *back to walking* This hurts. And sucks. A lot.
Last stretch: *back to jogging* RUN LIKE A HERO!!!!!!
Shocking news: I was sore the next morning: back, shins, abs, feet. And, in fact, I am even more sore today! I feel like an old person, with 20 years of experience.
My cousin e-mailed me yesterday and said that she's compiling the my grandmother's book. Remember this project? Those rhymes I was supposed to have finished and get paid a whopping $26 for? Yeah, I kind of sort of really forgot about them, and now they want them. So I have to deliver some bad news. I mean, I'm only missing six or seven. But I had a bachelor's degree to work on, so that kind of took priority. Maybe they'll understand.
I dress nice for work despite my coworkers' pleas and complaints, right? So yesterday I wore my $4 thrift store outfit.
"A $4 OUTFIT! THAT'S OUTRAGEOUS!" you exclaim.
"Actually, it's quite frugal," I explain.
A while ago, I went to this thrift store in Perry and got this vintage white, pleated linen skirt for $2 which fit perfectly, and a brown blazer for $2. At the time, they just so happened to have a buy-one-get-one-free sale in that room, so I got both for $2. Also, I picked out some cute brown heels that were like brand new (featured cha) that fit, and they were also $2. So yeah- that was a good day. And that's my $4 outfit.
I was wearing it yesterday at work, running the front desk, and I had to sign for a package from UPS for a lady on the third floor. So I tell one of the ladies in the office that I'm going up to the third floor to deliver the package and she's like, "No you're not. Not in those heels."
Her argument assumed my vixen-like-style was no match for the ancient, undulating stairs.
Granted, this building was constructed circa 1912 with the third floor added in the 1980s, I believe, but my vertical access should not be contingent upon its structural integrity! And it's not like I'm some unstable, 400-pound waddling peg-leg pirate that's going to fall down a flight of stairs, especially when I have traveled the road many a time before. But apparently looking cute has its limitations.
I didn't want to disobey authority, so I had to call "Kyle" from the third floor to come pick it up. If there was ever a time where I felt like a nincompoop, that was it.
In other news: I AM FINISHED WITH BUSINESS INTELLIGENCE!
I took this final this morning, so let's review the implications that the completion of this class has for this one:
1. I'm a SENIOR! (Dad, that one's for you) I mean, I already was, but now I'm even MORE so.
2. I'm finished with my Information Systems MINOR!
3. I can uninstall SAP from my laptop! (as well as all of the other miscellaneous trial software I had to install!)
4. I never have to go into the IT Building again!
5. I never have to do a lab tutorial again!
6. Everything from here on out will be accounting! (except for strategic management. Curse you, capstone class!)
7. I can start enjoying my summer! This was a long term class, so I've been waiting a long time for it to be over.
I always find it hilarious when people say they majored in "business".
Like- what does that even MEAN?
If you can't convince them, confuse them,
TWS
Thoughts at the park:
1st quarter: *power walking*: feeling good, enthusiastic and encouraged- maybe I'll even go around twice tonight!
2nd quarter: *a light jog*: passing all the walkers, feeling like a BA...heck YEAH!
3rd quarter: *still light jogging*: Bright Eyes is not good running music; switch to Flyleaf; definitely only going around once tonight
Making the bend: *back to walking* This hurts. And sucks. A lot.
Last stretch: *back to jogging* RUN LIKE A HERO!!!!!!
Shocking news: I was sore the next morning: back, shins, abs, feet. And, in fact, I am even more sore today! I feel like an old person, with 20 years of experience.
My cousin e-mailed me yesterday and said that she's compiling the my grandmother's book. Remember this project? Those rhymes I was supposed to have finished and get paid a whopping $26 for? Yeah, I kind of sort of really forgot about them, and now they want them. So I have to deliver some bad news. I mean, I'm only missing six or seven. But I had a bachelor's degree to work on, so that kind of took priority. Maybe they'll understand.
I dress nice for work despite my coworkers' pleas and complaints, right? So yesterday I wore my $4 thrift store outfit.
"A $4 OUTFIT! THAT'S OUTRAGEOUS!" you exclaim.
"Actually, it's quite frugal," I explain.
A while ago, I went to this thrift store in Perry and got this vintage white, pleated linen skirt for $2 which fit perfectly, and a brown blazer for $2. At the time, they just so happened to have a buy-one-get-one-free sale in that room, so I got both for $2. Also, I picked out some cute brown heels that were like brand new (featured cha) that fit, and they were also $2. So yeah- that was a good day. And that's my $4 outfit.
I was wearing it yesterday at work, running the front desk, and I had to sign for a package from UPS for a lady on the third floor. So I tell one of the ladies in the office that I'm going up to the third floor to deliver the package and she's like, "No you're not. Not in those heels."
Her argument assumed my vixen-like-style was no match for the ancient, undulating stairs.
Granted, this building was constructed circa 1912 with the third floor added in the 1980s, I believe, but my vertical access should not be contingent upon its structural integrity! And it's not like I'm some unstable, 400-pound waddling peg-leg pirate that's going to fall down a flight of stairs, especially when I have traveled the road many a time before. But apparently looking cute has its limitations.
I didn't want to disobey authority, so I had to call "Kyle" from the third floor to come pick it up. If there was ever a time where I felt like a nincompoop, that was it.
In other news: I AM FINISHED WITH BUSINESS INTELLIGENCE!
I took this final this morning, so let's review the implications that the completion of this class has for this one:
1. I'm a SENIOR! (Dad, that one's for you) I mean, I already was, but now I'm even MORE so.
2. I'm finished with my Information Systems MINOR!
3. I can uninstall SAP from my laptop! (as well as all of the other miscellaneous trial software I had to install!)
4. I never have to go into the IT Building again!
5. I never have to do a lab tutorial again!
6. Everything from here on out will be accounting! (except for strategic management. Curse you, capstone class!)
7. I can start enjoying my summer! This was a long term class, so I've been waiting a long time for it to be over.
I always find it hilarious when people say they majored in "business".
Like- what does that even MEAN?
If you can't convince them, confuse them,
TWS
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Semicenturion
This is my 50th post as The Whimsical Scribbler. I feel like I should do something monumental for this occasion.
Like a video.
Nah.
So today at work, I was all alone in the front office, and I had to go ask someone a question in the back. Normally, I have my water, my phone, and some activity with me at my desk. So when I left, I thought, "I should take my phone with me; someone could walk off with it while I'm not here." And then I was like- Wait, WHO IN THE WORLD would walk off with a 2004 Motorolla flip-phone? What could they possibly gain from doing that? A list of contacts they don't even know? A 600 pixel camera that can't transfer pictures anywhere?
But I still took it with me because I'm paranoid like that.
And then I totally forgot to pack some snax for my shift today, so I had to go buy stuff from the vending machine in order to not starve. OMG I haven't had gummy fruit snacks since like 4th grade!!!
I'm in the process of designing a bridesmaid dress. It makes me really excited about going home and getting to rummage through boxes of patterns.
Yes, rummaging!
It's one of my favorite pastimes.
"I remember when I was really into nostalgia."
-Demetri Martin
I'm including a list of 38 of my other favorite pastimes. You have to read each one and savor it to really experience this list. Think of each line as the little cup of cheesecake that the cheesecake fundraiser man gives you, which is never enough, so you have to eat as little as you possibly can with that dorky little spoon to make it last longer.
Yes, that is how I want you to peruse this list.
1. Making silly putty out of glue, water, and cornstarch.
2. Picking blueberries, making farm animal noises, deceiving children
3. Running through sprinklers
4. Composting
5. Melting crayons (or really anything) over an open flame
6. Road trips
7. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
8. Shucking corn
9. Gathering firewood
10. Going to Lowe's!
11. Snapping beans
12. Making buckeyes
13. Doing somersaults on the bed
14. Taking laundry off of the clothesline as an ominous storm approaches
15. Nightswimming
16. Going to get peaches!
17. Recycling cardboard
18. Goofing off behind a puppet stage
19. Lining up colors for crocheted hexagons (remember the "rotting banana" color scheme?)
20. Going to the PUBLIC LIBRARY. Goodness; I haven't been in years!
21. Yard-saling
22. Eating sunflower seeds and drinking sweet tea
23. Attending pool parties. Or parties in general. Like the ones that my parents' coworkers have where my parents introduce me as "Allison" or that time at my dad's promotion ceremony where I tried to sneak beer from the keg in the middle of the room and they all caught me. True story.
24. Bible study at Shady Grove!
25. Cartography.
26. Putting ribbons or big ol' flowers in my hair.
27. Driving to watch fireworks in the back of my dad's truck with a blanket and a can of Pringles
28. Using art gum erasers until they crumble into unusable bits rubbery debris
29. Eating my grandmother's hors d'oeurves. Yeah, I spelled that right the FIRST time!
30. Shredding paper
31. Kicking over mushrooms
32. Running off of the bus and across the yard on the last day of school. I should still do this, minus the bus, after every semester. How many more endings do I have? 5? Too many? Yessir!
33. Going out for pizza on Saturday night and eating the leftovers for Sunday lunch while reading the comics
34. Going through my mum's coupon book and taking out all the old ones
35. "Sledding" in the back yard which is really just riding the wagon down the big hill
36. Winning at Taboo because of inside jokes and opposites
37. The TAR CAR!
38. Wearing a bathing suit all day because you never know when you might slip in a puddle of fun
I told you 38 was important.
January 24th will be the 38th week, beeteedoub.
I like my coffee like I like my men. Hot, pale and sweet. :)
And I need a haircut.
Money money money *awkward pause* arrrrrrgh,
TWS
Like a video.
Nah.
So today at work, I was all alone in the front office, and I had to go ask someone a question in the back. Normally, I have my water, my phone, and some activity with me at my desk. So when I left, I thought, "I should take my phone with me; someone could walk off with it while I'm not here." And then I was like- Wait, WHO IN THE WORLD would walk off with a 2004 Motorolla flip-phone? What could they possibly gain from doing that? A list of contacts they don't even know? A 600 pixel camera that can't transfer pictures anywhere?
But I still took it with me because I'm paranoid like that.
And then I totally forgot to pack some snax for my shift today, so I had to go buy stuff from the vending machine in order to not starve. OMG I haven't had gummy fruit snacks since like 4th grade!!!
I'm in the process of designing a bridesmaid dress. It makes me really excited about going home and getting to rummage through boxes of patterns.
Yes, rummaging!
It's one of my favorite pastimes.
"I remember when I was really into nostalgia."
-Demetri Martin
I'm including a list of 38 of my other favorite pastimes. You have to read each one and savor it to really experience this list. Think of each line as the little cup of cheesecake that the cheesecake fundraiser man gives you, which is never enough, so you have to eat as little as you possibly can with that dorky little spoon to make it last longer.
Yes, that is how I want you to peruse this list.
1. Making silly putty out of glue, water, and cornstarch.
2. Picking blueberries, making farm animal noises, deceiving children
3. Running through sprinklers
4. Composting
5. Melting crayons (or really anything) over an open flame
6. Road trips
7. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
8. Shucking corn
9. Gathering firewood
10. Going to Lowe's!
11. Snapping beans
12. Making buckeyes
13. Doing somersaults on the bed
14. Taking laundry off of the clothesline as an ominous storm approaches
15. Nightswimming
16. Going to get peaches!
17. Recycling cardboard
18. Goofing off behind a puppet stage
19. Lining up colors for crocheted hexagons (remember the "rotting banana" color scheme?)
20. Going to the PUBLIC LIBRARY. Goodness; I haven't been in years!
21. Yard-saling
22. Eating sunflower seeds and drinking sweet tea
23. Attending pool parties. Or parties in general. Like the ones that my parents' coworkers have where my parents introduce me as "Allison" or that time at my dad's promotion ceremony where I tried to sneak beer from the keg in the middle of the room and they all caught me. True story.
24. Bible study at Shady Grove!
25. Cartography.
26. Putting ribbons or big ol' flowers in my hair.
27. Driving to watch fireworks in the back of my dad's truck with a blanket and a can of Pringles
28. Using art gum erasers until they crumble into unusable bits rubbery debris
29. Eating my grandmother's hors d'oeurves. Yeah, I spelled that right the FIRST time!
30. Shredding paper
31. Kicking over mushrooms
32. Running off of the bus and across the yard on the last day of school. I should still do this, minus the bus, after every semester. How many more endings do I have? 5? Too many? Yessir!
33. Going out for pizza on Saturday night and eating the leftovers for Sunday lunch while reading the comics
34. Going through my mum's coupon book and taking out all the old ones
35. "Sledding" in the back yard which is really just riding the wagon down the big hill
36. Winning at Taboo because of inside jokes and opposites
37. The TAR CAR!
38. Wearing a bathing suit all day because you never know when you might slip in a puddle of fun
I told you 38 was important.
January 24th will be the 38th week, beeteedoub.
I like my coffee like I like my men. Hot, pale and sweet. :)
And I need a haircut.
Money money money *awkward pause* arrrrrrgh,
TWS
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Frisbee in the Rain
My girly book came in the mail today. I got so excited that I read it all in one day, and now I want some maroon colored tights. That is all I will be saying on this topic.
Speaking of the color maroon, here are the promised pictures of boyfriend's shiny new car!
Mike's two favorite things:
(and look how we MATCH!)
Mike's driving face:
And the interior: it has people in it. :D
I wish I had a cute song to go along with those, but the only thing that comes to mind is Second Chance by Shinedown, for some reason.
Sometimes I do homework at work because I'm a seditionist like that, and I haven't been lugging my flash drive around with me lately (because it's SO heavy). Ergo, I have to e-mail myself any work that I complete. I wonder if anyone else who has to send documents to themselves includes messages in their e-mail. For instance, I wrote, "Hey girl! Here's your stuff! Love, Myself". It makes it all the more amusing for me when I open the e-mail later.
Sometimes I even reply to myself and sign my name with X's and O's.
Just kidding (about that last part).
What would I do for a Klondike bar, you ask?
Absolutely nothing. What has a Klondike bar ever done for me?
DUDE! I sing SO WELL after eating peanut butter! This definitely explains why every other day would be a "singing day" for me in the fall. I would alternate bringing peanut butter sandwiches and turkey sandwiches for lunch- you know, to mix it up a bit. It makes sense now why I would sound so good every other day. I should keep this little trick in mind for my open-mic night gigs.
Because there will be gigs.
(and hopefully demo CDs at these gigs)
In other news, how's about my BEST FRIEND is getting MARRIED in DECEMBER?
(you better open up those hyperlinks!)
And I'm flying out to Idaho in the middle of winter to be the maid of honor!
YAHOO!!!!
Seriously, Darling, congratulations times 6.0221415 * 10^23.
And, yes, I did just multiply your congratulations by Avagadro's constant.
I hope your love and happiness is just as exponentially awesome. :)))))
M&I were taking a walk the other night, talking about money and all the different names for it. I thought it interesting that sometimes people call it "dough" or "bread" because Jesus said, "Man does not live by bread alone". And at that point, he was being tempted with food, but I think the principal works for money as well. Just something to think about.
Food/money for thought.
Today at work, a [black] guy called and was talking about putting his refund in his "chickens" account, which I assume is the same thing as a checking account. Then again, he may be using an alternative currency, but I don't think you can repay student loans with chickens.
And sloganmaker.com is addicting.
"The Whimsical Scribbler says it all",
TWS
Speaking of the color maroon, here are the promised pictures of boyfriend's shiny new car!
Mike's two favorite things:
(and look how we MATCH!)
Mike's driving face:
And the interior: it has people in it. :D
I wish I had a cute song to go along with those, but the only thing that comes to mind is Second Chance by Shinedown, for some reason.
Sometimes I do homework at work because I'm a seditionist like that, and I haven't been lugging my flash drive around with me lately (because it's SO heavy). Ergo, I have to e-mail myself any work that I complete. I wonder if anyone else who has to send documents to themselves includes messages in their e-mail. For instance, I wrote, "Hey girl! Here's your stuff! Love, Myself". It makes it all the more amusing for me when I open the e-mail later.
Sometimes I even reply to myself and sign my name with X's and O's.
Just kidding (about that last part).
What would I do for a Klondike bar, you ask?
Absolutely nothing. What has a Klondike bar ever done for me?
DUDE! I sing SO WELL after eating peanut butter! This definitely explains why every other day would be a "singing day" for me in the fall. I would alternate bringing peanut butter sandwiches and turkey sandwiches for lunch- you know, to mix it up a bit. It makes sense now why I would sound so good every other day. I should keep this little trick in mind for my open-mic night gigs.
Because there will be gigs.
(and hopefully demo CDs at these gigs)
In other news, how's about my BEST FRIEND is getting MARRIED in DECEMBER?
(you better open up those hyperlinks!)
And I'm flying out to Idaho in the middle of winter to be the maid of honor!
YAHOO!!!!
Seriously, Darling, congratulations times 6.0221415 * 10^23.
And, yes, I did just multiply your congratulations by Avagadro's constant.
I hope your love and happiness is just as exponentially awesome. :)))))
M&I were taking a walk the other night, talking about money and all the different names for it. I thought it interesting that sometimes people call it "dough" or "bread" because Jesus said, "Man does not live by bread alone". And at that point, he was being tempted with food, but I think the principal works for money as well. Just something to think about.
Food/money for thought.
Today at work, a [black] guy called and was talking about putting his refund in his "chickens" account, which I assume is the same thing as a checking account. Then again, he may be using an alternative currency, but I don't think you can repay student loans with chickens.
And sloganmaker.com is addicting.
"The Whimsical Scribbler says it all",
TWS
Saturday, July 9, 2011
My Beloved Monster and Me
We go everywhere together.
We're in a raincoat that has four sleeves.
It gets us through all kinds of weather.
But Mikeface hasn't been wanting to take pictures recently, so we have no documentation of this event. It's okay, though. He bought a new car, and for some reason, guys always feel compelled to take a myriad of pictures of their new car. So there will be pictures.
Saturdays are my GSD days. Get S____ Done days. You can fill in whatever word you want for the S. Like the word "stuff", for instance.
Anyway, I feel so accomplished on Saturdays so that on Sundays I can relax and not feel like I have to any S because all my S was done on Saturday!
This salsa is delicious. What did I do to it? I probably just added the secret ingredient*.
*reference to Kung Fu Panda
I ordered a book online today, and it turns out I already had an Amazon account I didn't know about, which was a little shocking because I can't remember when I have ever used it before. And, no, I'm not going to tell you which book I bought because it's really girly. It was my Happy July 9th gift to myself, though when it arrives here, it will be my Happy July 15th - July 24th gift. Yeah, I celebrate random days. I also use bobby pins to hold paper documents together sometimes when I'm low on paper clips. True story.
On a random note, Amazon could improve its business strategy by including the price of shipping in with the merchandise and then advertise FREE SHIPPING on everything. It's customer perception manipulation, which is just another term for marketing.
You're welcome.
Yesterday, I thought of a new life goal: To never lock myself out of my car. It's a fine goal to be sure, but I'm not sure I want to adopt it because of the implication that, in the rare event that I do lock myself out of my car, I have failed at life. And I don't want to fail at life. I want to win! And since I would consider myself winning right now, I think I'll keep my life goals to the short list I have previously composed.
Oh, you wanted me to share that list with you? That's another sausage for another day.
I know sometimes this is less of a blog and more of a roommate behavioral log, but I just feel like you need to know with which what I live. So here's another true story.
The other day I came home and was making my lunch, so I reach up to grab my loaf of bread off of the refrigerator. But suddenly there, staring me in the face, was a fish!
(and I don't mean the magnet on the refrigerator)
And this wasn't any normal kind of fish like cod or tilapia, you know. It had like a blue and black spotted pattern, so it must be poisonous. I think she cooks and eats baby sharks.
What's possibly even MORE disturbing is the way that it was just casually thrown on top of the refrigerator, like that's where it's supposed to be. Did she forget to refrigerate/freeze it? No wonder our apartment smells like fish all the time! You know, when it's not smelling like feet or a morgue.
Yesterday, Mike was like, "What's up?"
And I said, "NM. JCLAGSBD."
And he was like, "I don't even know what you just spelled."
If you were on AIM back in the day, then you may know that this meant "Nothing much; just chilling like a girl should be doing."
If you are still on AIM, you need an upgrade.
I think I'm going to have to start wearing my glasses to work for headache/eye-strain support. I'm going to get yelled at, though, because it'll be new for people. I already get yelled at every day for not accepting Visa.
I look like my mum,
TWS
We're in a raincoat that has four sleeves.
It gets us through all kinds of weather.
But Mikeface hasn't been wanting to take pictures recently, so we have no documentation of this event. It's okay, though. He bought a new car, and for some reason, guys always feel compelled to take a myriad of pictures of their new car. So there will be pictures.
Saturdays are my GSD days. Get S____ Done days. You can fill in whatever word you want for the S. Like the word "stuff", for instance.
Anyway, I feel so accomplished on Saturdays so that on Sundays I can relax and not feel like I have to any S because all my S was done on Saturday!
This salsa is delicious. What did I do to it? I probably just added the secret ingredient*.
*reference to Kung Fu Panda
I ordered a book online today, and it turns out I already had an Amazon account I didn't know about, which was a little shocking because I can't remember when I have ever used it before. And, no, I'm not going to tell you which book I bought because it's really girly. It was my Happy July 9th gift to myself, though when it arrives here, it will be my Happy July 15th - July 24th gift. Yeah, I celebrate random days. I also use bobby pins to hold paper documents together sometimes when I'm low on paper clips. True story.
On a random note, Amazon could improve its business strategy by including the price of shipping in with the merchandise and then advertise FREE SHIPPING on everything. It's customer perception manipulation, which is just another term for marketing.
You're welcome.
Yesterday, I thought of a new life goal: To never lock myself out of my car. It's a fine goal to be sure, but I'm not sure I want to adopt it because of the implication that, in the rare event that I do lock myself out of my car, I have failed at life. And I don't want to fail at life. I want to win! And since I would consider myself winning right now, I think I'll keep my life goals to the short list I have previously composed.
Oh, you wanted me to share that list with you? That's another sausage for another day.
I know sometimes this is less of a blog and more of a roommate behavioral log, but I just feel like you need to know with which what I live. So here's another true story.
The other day I came home and was making my lunch, so I reach up to grab my loaf of bread off of the refrigerator. But suddenly there, staring me in the face, was a fish!
(and I don't mean the magnet on the refrigerator)
And this wasn't any normal kind of fish like cod or tilapia, you know. It had like a blue and black spotted pattern, so it must be poisonous. I think she cooks and eats baby sharks.
What's possibly even MORE disturbing is the way that it was just casually thrown on top of the refrigerator, like that's where it's supposed to be. Did she forget to refrigerate/freeze it? No wonder our apartment smells like fish all the time! You know, when it's not smelling like feet or a morgue.
Yesterday, Mike was like, "What's up?"
And I said, "NM. JCLAGSBD."
And he was like, "I don't even know what you just spelled."
If you were on AIM back in the day, then you may know that this meant "Nothing much; just chilling like a girl should be doing."
If you are still on AIM, you need an upgrade.
I think I'm going to have to start wearing my glasses to work for headache/eye-strain support. I'm going to get yelled at, though, because it'll be new for people. I already get yelled at every day for not accepting Visa.
I look like my mum,
TWS
Sunday, July 3, 2011
What the frock?
Frock: a women's or girl's dress.
It's really not a dirty word. I promise.
Listen to Blood by The Middle East whilst you read this entry. I promise it's not emo; it's just the kind of mood I'm in today. Also, I REALLY like their cover art and will pay anyone less than $20 to paint it for me. And before you go to listen and you're all like, "oh, I don't like guy's voice", I challenge you to get over it and listen to the music anyway. It gets better every time.
I FINISHED MY DRESS TODAY.
Just in time for date night at the barrel of crackers!
Here is a picture of my favorite things about the place:
Boyfriend and the peg elimination game! Yes, yes.
And here are some sweet pics of the frock, with my hair being a hot mess:
And the back along with my great posing faces: Click to enlarge!
Dressmaker's notes:
- Invisible zippers are not as scary as they may seem.
- The lighting in my apartment is terrible for photography.
- If I was selling this dress on ModCloth, I'd name it the Pleats to Meet You Dress. :D
- Now I definitely can't wait to start my next project: a chambray skirt! I'm into chambray. I'm also evil, also into cats. Also into cats.
How about my roommate cooked something NORMAL yesterday? It was like a spaghetti-broccoli-sauce party in the kitchen, and it actually smelled okay. At last! A day without fish! But then I came back later, and it smelled like feet.
Not the usual dead feet smell, but just the regular feet smell.
I think that's where the word 'fetid' comes from.
Feet.
I haven't made a paper chain in a while. Not since statistics. But there are only 18 days left of Business Intelligence and all its horroridity, so I'm feeling a peculiar need to chart my progress until the end of it all. However, I already have a 3 columned to-do list as my wall art. This paragraph is depressing, so I'm going to start a new one.
Sometimes I get so excited about getting to take a nap that I actually have trouble falling asleep. Naps are counter-intuitive.
Anybody want to tell me why coffee is so dang expensive? I think we need to start growing coffee beans. Heck, we have a lemon tree; what's stopping us? Probably the direct labor cost and manufacturing overhead.
But that's just a guess.
A boyfriend is not the same as a weekend,
TWS
It's really not a dirty word. I promise.
Listen to Blood by The Middle East whilst you read this entry. I promise it's not emo; it's just the kind of mood I'm in today. Also, I REALLY like their cover art and will pay anyone less than $20 to paint it for me. And before you go to listen and you're all like, "oh, I don't like guy's voice", I challenge you to get over it and listen to the music anyway. It gets better every time.
I FINISHED MY DRESS TODAY.
Just in time for date night at the barrel of crackers!
Here is a picture of my favorite things about the place:
Boyfriend and the peg elimination game! Yes, yes.
And here are some sweet pics of the frock, with my hair being a hot mess:
And the back along with my great posing faces: Click to enlarge!
Dressmaker's notes:
- Invisible zippers are not as scary as they may seem.
- The lighting in my apartment is terrible for photography.
- If I was selling this dress on ModCloth, I'd name it the Pleats to Meet You Dress. :D
- Now I definitely can't wait to start my next project: a chambray skirt! I'm into chambray. I'm also evil, also into cats. Also into cats.
How about my roommate cooked something NORMAL yesterday? It was like a spaghetti-broccoli-sauce party in the kitchen, and it actually smelled okay. At last! A day without fish! But then I came back later, and it smelled like feet.
Not the usual dead feet smell, but just the regular feet smell.
I think that's where the word 'fetid' comes from.
Feet.
I haven't made a paper chain in a while. Not since statistics. But there are only 18 days left of Business Intelligence and all its horroridity, so I'm feeling a peculiar need to chart my progress until the end of it all. However, I already have a 3 columned to-do list as my wall art. This paragraph is depressing, so I'm going to start a new one.
Sometimes I get so excited about getting to take a nap that I actually have trouble falling asleep. Naps are counter-intuitive.
Anybody want to tell me why coffee is so dang expensive? I think we need to start growing coffee beans. Heck, we have a lemon tree; what's stopping us? Probably the direct labor cost and manufacturing overhead.
But that's just a guess.
A boyfriend is not the same as a weekend,
TWS
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