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Monday, July 28, 2008

three years later

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

If I was Oprah

and this was my 'favorite things show' (which, by the way, i just...ugh. nevermind. Oprah irritates me sometimes.) then these are some things that I would suggest everyone love right along with me.

Lara Jade photography. discovered her on deviantart.
This hookah. It will be mine someday.
Twilight books. don't argue.
Metalocalypse on Adult Swim
This hilarious website called things my girlfriend and I have argued about

eh, thats it for now.

Thursday, July 17, 2008


So i've been teetering between leaving this as a journal and linking it on the book. I've decided to link it. So, the blog idea, now that it will officially transition from journal to blog, must be credited to my boyfriend. I'm a copycat. He started one before me.

tye dye and boobies

This is my favorite picture from the Oregon Country fair. I highly recommend the fair, by the way. It's fairly amazing. And lots of boobs, if you're into that.

Man on stilts? check
quiltwork? check
crazy face painting? check
Gnome? ...check

**also note baby in the bottom right. "what the fuck mom? I'm gonna have nightmares for week"

The petshop lied to me.

I mentioned my baby, winston. I've been feeling picture happy so I wanted to put some pictures of him on here. I would like to start however, by explaining that he was supposed to be a dwarf rabbit. When I bought him, he could sit on the palm of one hand. The woman at the pet store told me he wouldn't get much bigger than that and she lied. a lot.
Winston's favorite foods are electrical cords and carpet. His favorite game is 'the floor is lava' which is why we've had to arrange a series of carpet islands on our hardwood floors. behold his cuteness.

Baby Winston. He was painfully adorable then.

This is Winston being very unhappy. We took him camping at the beach and he had to wear a harness.Winston in his shirt. I got a lot of shit for making him wear it. And for buying it in the first place. whatever, he looks stunning.

Ha, for size comparison. The first picture gives you a bunny-near-head size comparison, and in this picture you can see he has AT LEAST doubled in size.


I'm a scene and I'm completely okay with it.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

The book of secrets

I carry little books around with me and fill them with my musings. By musings I mean to do lists, ideas for papers, grocery lists, lists of things I want, lists of things I need, lists of ideas for birthday gifts, lists of places I want to go, lists of things I want to write about on here, etc. There's absolutely nothing interesting in there. Despite this fact, I have an anxiety attack anytime someone tries to read through it. This is why my boyfriend has dubbed it the book of secrets. I tried really hard a couple times to let him look at it but failed because he could tell how uncomfortable I was. This makes me crazy, I realize. There isn't anything I can do about it though, so I'll just have to accept the crazy label and move on.
Both books have french words all over them. This makes me cool and romantic.

Now I know why everyone hates vista

I am so goddamn frustrated with my computer that I could just throw it. I won't because I don't even own it yet, but god would it feel good. So I kept getting corrupt file messages and that kind of fun business in relation to my less than six month old printer. I uninstalled the printer and went to reinstall it. I figured that this would fix the problem because, well, it fixes 99% of computer problems. alas, now i can't reinstall my printer software. i keep getting an error message and the HP help people sent me about 100 solutions, none of which worked even a little and i'm starting to feel helpless. I've probably put five hours of my life into this problem, and all i really want to do is print really disgustingly adorable pictures of my boyfriend and i and my bunny so i can put them up in my room and look at how amazing we are all the time. is that too fucking much to ask?

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

20 going on 50

I will turn 21 in three weeks. I've been waiting to turn 21 forever (or at least it seems that way) and I can already feel that it's going to be anti-climatic. This is probably because I feel like I've been twenty since I was twelve, and that these days I feel like I'm creepin up on 30. I'm practically married, with one baby (Winston my Bunny). We live in a cute house in a neighborhood full of young married couples and bicycle riders (I feel bad every time I get in my car, but I'm too lazy not to). Nothing gets me quite as excited as buying housewares. My back and hips go out on me constantly and my first priority most mornings is to water the garden and feed Winston. I made pork chops and corn last night. This seems ridiculous but that made me feel very grown up, even though the pork chops were terrible.

The fam.

These are a couple lj posts about my ridiculous family.

Story 1, Robby has a cute ass.
June 18, 2006
Definately glad to be home on fathers day. Regardless of how much my family might irritate me, I do miss them. We had a barbeque at my grandparents house today and it was very enjoyable...I'm pretty close with most of my family so any time I can spend with them is good. Sarcasm emminates from these people. my people. I love it. There's also some unchecked sexual tension. this is a snippet of a conversation between my uncle rob and grandma:
"careful robby, don't get your pants dirty"
"(chuckles) oh no I wouldn't want to do that. these are my second best pair of jeans"
"well I think they look nice"
"It's just the way I fill them out"
"You do have a cute ass, robby"

Story 2, STOLED ***note, this is basically the first story I ever told my boyfriend about my family, and he still agreed to meet them all at once, a month after this story took place, which was less than two weeks after we began dating officially. He's a trooper.
December 17, 2006
**this story has been edited for content. it has been reformatted to fit your tv screen.
Let me give you the background on this story. My little brother stole "tomatoes" from my parents. Yeah, I know. We're not trashy. really. But my parents "eat tomatoes", and apparently my brother thought they just wouldn't notice if he 'borrowed' some for his buddies. Idiot.

This is a conversation between my mother and I:
Mom: It's not so much that he's "eating tomatoes" it,even though I would rather he didn't, it's that he stoled from us.
Me:whoa mom. hold on...andy did what to the "tomatoes"?
Mom: well, he stoled it
Me: no mom. andy never stoled anything.
Me:no mom, he STOLE it. stoled is not, and has never been, a word
Mom: yes! yes it is. stoled, that's the past of stealing.
Me: no mom, stole. I stole a bike. andy stole your "tomatoes". stole
Mom: no, that's not right. it's stoled.
Me: mom, I drove home today. I didn't droved.
At this point my mom is going through the dictionary, and when she looks to my dad for support he shakes his head at her, because STOLED IS NOT A WORD.
Mom: you guys are going to get so much shit when I prove this to you.
Me and Dad: no, no we're not.'re wrong.
By now, my mom is on the page containing the verb, 'to steal'. She starts reading "stolen" to us like that's what she was saying. We don't let her get away with it. She then grabs a pen and adds a 'd' to the word "stole" in the dictionary, closes it and says "it's in there now."

Where to begin

I decided to do this mostly because writing things, and making lists, helps me to organize my mind. I also have always loved looking back over journals and diaries at the things that worried/excited me when different things mattered. I haven't kept a journal in a long time, other than my book of secrets which barely counts (i'll post on the book of secrets.). I'm going to import a couple of posts from an old Livejournal that I kept when I was feeling especially emo. The weepy posts will not make it to this blog as they are FAR too embarrassing to be shared, but there are a couple tid bits on my family that made me giggle.