invisible lunatic

here's me posing as a camwhore. it is just that i can't think of anything else to take pictures of. i have a nice camera and it's fun to take pictures. other people can take pictures of really mundane stuff and have it turn out cool. i want to do that, too, but i don't know how.

frumious bandersnatch

scott and i have totally different approaches to going to the movie theatre. but, we are practically opposites in everything, so this is no big surprise. if we were to ever really see something the same way, it would be apocalyptic or something. anyway, i am the type who has to research every review ever written, know who all the important players are in the film, weigh my options carefully and hope that i have made the most optimal choice on which to spend my $5.75 for matinees only. scott is the type who sees a commercial, thinks it looks good, and goes to the movie whenever the mood strikes-- matinee be damned. so, sometimes we end up going to see nothing at all. yesterday being a case in point. he wanted to see domino. all the reviews say it is the most horrible movie ever made in the history of movie making. the only other movie that seems worth going to, until shopgirl comes out this friday, is wallace & grommit. but, really, we decided that everything that's playing now is really only worth a rental fee. so, we'll have to wait until friday to start this whole ordeal up again. like any of this really matters in the grand scheme of life.

we're calling it a sprained leg

this weekend i took the Graduation Writing Proficiency Exam and i thought i would blow them away with my amazing genius, but alas and alack, i did not. i did pass, however... which is all that is truly necessary. the best you can do is a score of four sixes. i got two fives and two fours. i think it's because i sort of wandered off topic a little, maybe. oh well. at least i passed. if you don't pass you have to pay $20 and take it again, which would have delayed my graduation-- cuz i waited til the last minute to take the test.

the king of infinite space

my hair is wet and i don't have my blowdryer. all i have is a comb. i'm tired of wearing the same clothes all the time. i want boots. life sometimes feels like prison. my dad is alive in my dreams. i tend to be a huge procrastinator and it seems like i enjoy it. my brain gets tired. my belly is beginning to really stick out. i'm five months pregnant. i love to eat lemons with salt when i want something naughty. i can't think of anything to photograph.

don't just do something-- sit there

mmmm-mmm i am so happy! i have always wanted to try this flavor and have never seen it in a store until today. i got it at grocery outlet for $1.69. i think it needs chocolate syrup, but that's not a problem. mmmm. ice cream. saw the movie history of violence yesterday. it was very human. dirty and graphic. viggo mortensen plays innocent too well. can't trust someone like that. also, watched a movie called mother night. it was interesting. the music was 20 times louder than the dialogue though-- which drives me insane. also, the cat Bikey seems to have broken his leg. :-(

cat and mouse

we were bored and trying to figure out what to do when the cat ran into the house with a mouse. that provided some excitement. especially when the mouse got away three times. first under the stove, then under the sofa... then into the wall. whoops! partly it was my fault because i made the cat go blind with the camera flash.

you are a silly-head

i finished a ten-page paper that was due today. we're supposed to have some celtic guy come to class in full regalia and talk about celtic stuff today. should i go? i dunno. i have to go to school anyway to turn my paper in, so i guess i'll go. isn't my life exciting? for some reason i feel compelled to blog about it, anyway! i could blog about more interesting stuff, but my mind always go blank when i sit at the computer.

waiting...

today we saw the movie waiting... t'was juvenile and funny and probably, and quite sadly, rather realistic. eating in restaurants isn't all it's cracked up to be, that's for sure. but it doesn't seem to be hurting too many people. then again, that's probably an untrue assertion.

let's do the bugaboo

you change one thing on your blog and then you have to change a million trillion things and it makes me very angry at my blog! stupid blog! now i like it, but how long will it be until i think it is intolerably ugly and i have to change it again! roar!

a bone to pick with this world

when i was a kid, i did latch-hook rugs and i want to do one now. i went to michael's and they range from $7-50. i got this beautiful horse one that we are going to give to scott's mom for christmas because she loves horses. i don't know where i'll find the time to do it, but i have to take breaks from homework some time or i'll go insane.

really

today, two guys were walking by and one of them said to the other, "no really. i'm unusually strong for my size."

my suitcase is damaged

my son is obsessed with this webpage. it has all these silly claymation movies that are really only mildly amusing but he laughs like they are the funniest thing on the planet. maybe it's because he's eleven and maybe i don't think they are all that funny because my suitcase is damaged. or his is. i sort of thought the spiderman one was funny-ish.

movies aren't supposed to be 'real'

lots of people get all bent out of shape if something about a movie isn't plausible. that's not what you're supposed to do. you're supposed to be carried away by the story and allow it to speak to you on a deeper level-- like a dream. thus spoke carrie.

my inner child took over

today i have been a total bum. i think i've just spent too much time being too serious and my inner child lost its will to live so it decided that today i would be totally irresponsible and do pretty much nothing all day. i watched m. night shyamalan's the village and i enjoyed it. it didn't suck as much as people said. i think they were just expecting something different. which is the whole point.

i want cute boots

like these are really cute but i don't want to spend $130 on them! Wah! why can't i be really rich and spoiled rotten?

i fell prey to urban legends

lately rumors have been circulating around here that mister rogers was a military sniper and i totally believed it and was telling people. i wanted to go and buy his biography and read all about it. i decided to look it up and there is nothing to confirm but plenty to debunk this and a few other celebrity/military urban legends about captain kangaroo, john denver and barney fife. tsk tsk tsk

i feel so un-clever

it is amazing how much crap i have to read these days. it seems like my brain could not possibly absorb anymore writings about ancient history like the second death of the roman empire and ancient greece and the romance languages and where are the kessarine straits? i swear, my brain is aswim with excess information. it's educational overload. as soon as i finish one assignment, it's on to the next. last night i dreamt that i was back working at the bank and everything was going wrong and i didn't remember how to do things efficiently and i couldn't remember much of anything.

a little less conversation, a little more action

apparently, my blog has gone soft... not enough controversy to keep the masses entertained! i seem to have been preoccuppied lately with things like homework and eating food. however, i will say this: Carl Jung says, "It is possible for a woman to be so consumed by a need to mother that she has no identity separate from that archetypal pattern. The archetype consumes the woman in a compulsive way." so, BURN!

gobbledeygook

my cat likes to take naps on my homework. maybe she is trying to help me. yesterday we went to rite aid to get flea medicine for the cats and i had just jumped out of bed and thrown some clothes on and didn't even look at myself in the mirror. scott noticed i had a big bird's nest of hair on the back of my head. i don't think that has happened before. it was funny, but embarrassing. we were both in our sweats and being grungy. then the cashier lady made a comment because we were both wearing college sweatshirts. she had surmised that we were big nerdy smart college dumboheads.

serenity

i never saw the television show firefly, actually, i'd never really even heard of it before yesterday. i knew nothing of the story previous to having seen the movie. i'm not a big buffy or angel fan, either; but, i enjoyed this movie. it was fun and funny. it was good entertainment appropriate for most ages. the dialogue was interesting and clever. i also enjoyed the use of different dialects and unique language patterns among the different characters. i'm glad i saw this movie. i was thinking it's like the new Star Wars or something like that.