Monday, June 30, 2008
*I should clarify that I don't have some typing impediment where I repeat things. I took to calling my Goldsboro home "home home" in college in order to differentiate from whatever my "home" was at the time. Though I'm not sure I ever considered any of my dorm rooms or apartments home. Actually, I do this with other things, like Jeep Jeeps, more for emphasis than anything else.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Meh, I prefer the rebel life and wore flippers in the pool and on the deck. And stupidly, on the pool ladder while trying to get out of the pool. Awkward doesn't begin to describe the contortions I attempted when trying walk up the steps with them, before remembering they are not permanently attached to my feet, after all.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
It's as close to a tropical beach as I'm likely to get this summer, and that's ok. Home is home and that's all I need this time.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Upside down:Under water (Should have filled sink with water first, but I was lazy. But this worked too!):
Thursday, June 26, 2008
When it comes to luck, I don't consider myself to have it good or bad. Because I don't have any. At. All. I just have me and the random, sometimes great, sometimes unfortunate, but always have-to-laugh things that happen to me. (This is not to be confused with being blessed. I am very blessed. I just have no luck.)
Thus I've never felt particularly compelled to try my hand, and my hard-earned dollar, at the lottery. Until my friends and I made it our goal for June. So to the news agent in Ballston I went, and purchased this. Makes a far better bookmark than a lottery ticket, clearly, as I am still writing this blog and not travelling the world with my winnings.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
I love that I can now draw stick figures, an A-frame house, and a Celtic plait. I expect these talents to come in handy any day now.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
In line at Borders today (I had a coupon that was going to expire, don't judge) I eyed a chocolate bar out of the corner of my eye with EMERGENCY on it. Always a sucker for both chocolate, and cheesiness, I leaned in for a closer look. Upon seeing the disclaimer, I was hooked:
For immediate relief of: Chocolate Cravings, Lovesickness, Exam Pressure, and Extreme Hunger.So I bought an Emergency Chocolate bar. It didn't take long, shockingly, for me to have an "emergency," as I ate a portion of it while waiting for the metro an hour later.
Not too bad. A little more chocolate flavor in the emergency CHOCOLATE bar would have been nice, but it kept me from murdering the couple in front of me who walked so slow I missed the train. (They should add that to the disclaimer, would sell well in cities, I think.)
Monday, June 23, 2008
Day 175: "All grown-ups were once children - although few of them remember it." (Antoine de Saint-Exupery)
I didn't actually attend the lecture, but I read the quote the following day in the DTH and it has stuck with me. I read a lot. And not just books, but also magazines, news and web articles, blogs, Wikipedia entries, and quotations. Put something with words in front of me and at the very least I will skim over it.
And though I still maintain that it is utterly impossible for me to choose a favorite book, there are several that I give as stock answers. Books that are honestly old friends, that are there in the happy times for celebration and hard times for support. To Kill a Mockingbird. The Bell Jar. O! Pioneers. The Diary of Anne Frank. The Notebook.
And, The Little Prince, which I already own. I bought another copy today at the used book store, a hardback, with a dedication in the front. My new thing. In all the used books I've bought over the years, I can't think of a single one with a hand-written note in it.
The book was first published in 1943. The note inside is 21 years old. And both still resonate. More and more each day. I hope that whomever Lynda gave it to got some use out of it. Maybe I shouldn't have bought it, maybe I should have left it for someone else. Or maybe I'll just keep it for a little while and pay it forward later.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
- Blank stare.
- "Oh, I drive through there on my way to the beach."
- "Wow, you have GREAT barbecue!"
My hometown might be small, but it's home and I love it. And not just because we have the best damn barbecue in the world. (And I'm not prejudiced at all.)
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Whether it's a TV show or movie or song or event or founding father, we are obsessive and passionate about it/them and are not afraid to show it, to proclaim it from the rooftops! (If a situation ever were to arise where this was necessary.) And even if we don't all share it, we still discuss it and quote it and defend it, knowing full well the other person will listen to us do the same thing. Tonite, partly in honor of it almost being her birthday, and partly because she's my friend, I saw my first X-Files episode, a passionate obsession of my friend, Karey.
And it was good.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Day 151: "See? Drama!" (Harry, SATC)
Day 152: Heartbreak Hotel
Day 153: "Washington isn't a city, it's an abstraction." (Dylan Thomas)
And today's new thing:
A few weeks ago, much to my chagrin and astonishment, I learned that rap music makes me approximately 48.2% more productive at work. (Completely made up stat, by the way.) Beastie Boys, Nelly, a little Kanye, helps me focus and get things done. In an effort to expand my rap collection beyond the limited supply on my iPod, I've been searching for new, non-sexist and non-offensive music. (Hard, very hard to do.)
Someone who most definitely does NOT fit into these categories: Lil' Wayne. I heard my first song by this "musician," and "artist," and I do not feel the need to repeat it, ever. I simply do not understand how he managed to sell 1 million albums in a week. As I told my friend, Karey, he looks and sounds like a homeless man they just pulled in off the street. This is the reason why the only rap I've listened to for the past 10 years has been the Beasties. But the search will continues, if for no other reason than to prove Mr. Wayne wrong.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
I am a big believer in rain as a purifier, as a rejuvenator. So when it started to lightly rain on my walk from work to the metro, I let it hit me. I left my umbrella in the bag and soaked it up. I enjoyed a walk in the rain.
By the time I got to just across from the metro, it was coming down so hard it appeared to be raining up from the road. I had fears that maybe my two white shirts would be the same as one white shirt and I'd be arrested for indecent exposure. (I wasn't, the two white shirts were equal to one dark shirt.)
Caught up in my act of spontaneity, I didn't consider having to wear wet clothes on the ACed metro, or what I would look like when my very non-waterproof mascara started to melt.
And I didn't care. I saw this just beyond the airport, over the river, and it's all I needed:
(Not my picture, taken from Flickr. I saw them from a different angle, thicker, closer up. Stunning.)
It reminds me of the last double rainbow I saw, almost exactly three years ago, in England:
And the really cool part is, that Mom saw the Washington rainbow on the national news, around the same time I saw it in real life.
"The true harvest of my life is intangible - a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched."
-Henry David Thoreau
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Mom, in one of the three phone calls I made to her, said she doesn't understand how people can burn cookies. I don't understand why Entertainment Weekly is hounding me to renew my subscription when it doesn't expire until October. I guess different people just think about different things.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Sharp, pointy projectile+girl with bad aim=trip to emergency room and a lawsuit
Unless they are office-darts, fashioned with a pushpin, pencil, and post-it notes. I winded down after a long day by repeatedly throwing my office dart at my bulletin board. Too lazy to print out a dartboard, I just had fun dodging the pictures on my board, avoiding darting a Beatle, Eli Manning, or Anderson. (I got George Harrison's foot once, but he still made it across Abbey Road.)
Sunday, June 15, 2008
And as he was always the one who maintained the aquarium in our house, I think it's appropriate that today I got my first "aquarium," conveniently purchased at the check-out counter at Barnes and Noble, my desk aquarium with two fish, Luke and Leia.
Not exactly the same as we had growing up, but I'm not sure I'm ready for the commitment live fish require.
Anyway, happy father's day, Daddy! :-)
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Wearing new earrings from Eastern Market, and my new Beatles Abbey Road t-shirt, I decided to do several, little new things.
First, lunch at Noodles and Company, a new-ish restaurant at Ballston Mall I've been wanting to try, which was very good. (Made with Jing, a screen capture program I came across. Pointing to my fave ingredients.)
Then, my first Adam Sandler movie in a theatre by myself. Awful. I should have taken a closer look at the movie poster, and seen the clues as to how awful it would be.
Finally, I made it back to my apartment, where I did crash on the bed with the latest episode of "Doctor Who," seeing a new episode only hours after it aired in the UK, instead of days or years later.
And that was Saturday. Whew.
Friday, June 13, 2008
I arrived precisely at 7:15, as was one of the other girls. Fifteen minutes later...we were still the only ones. We were stood up. Ouch. But as we were hot and hungry, we didn't waste any time, and instead hightailed it across the street to a pizza place with no hour wait.
I got a lovely pepperoni pizza, and Sangria, which I've never tried at an Italian restaurant. Which means I have now had Sangria at Spanish, American, Asian, and Italian restaurants. I think the Asian place had the best.
It was the smallest club meeting yet, but it could have been worse. I could have been the only one to show up, and been forced to discuss the book with myself.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
I should be disturbed by the fact that I got my eyes checked a mere three floors above where I would later purchase Taco Bell. (And a drink that would later leak in my purse, onto my jeans, perilously close to "she peed her pants" territory.)
But I digress. Having been to plenty of eye appointments over the years, I wasn't that weary of it being in a mall. Besides, lots of things are in malls now. And, I knew if he were to say, squeeze my eye, or spit on a contact before giving it to me, that would be a sign to take the free pair and run.
I did however firmly mark "no," I am not interested in laser eye surgery, on the form. No eye doctor located beside "Perfumania" will be taking me into a back room to cut up my eyes.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
But then the next day I realized I am just not the quitting type, I never not finish anything, so I'd like to not start now. I still have a list of new things I want to try, and hopefully whatever I do won't be as lame as they have been lately. So even though I'm not quitting yet, deciding to quit is still a new thing. :-) (Even if Ms. Indecisive changed her mind a day later.)
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
And I bought one, so I can pretend that I'm my boy TJ, working on his Declaration, preparing to release the colonies from the tyrannous grip of King George, setting the Revolution in motion, without which there would be no need for, what's that thing, the Constitution? (That is for you, Karey, of course.)
No declaration for me tonite, sadly, as I am still hunting for something to overthrow or revolt or declare against. But I did "write" with my quill pen in my journal. I say "write" because no ink actually came out. I spent $5 on a pen crammed in a feather that doesn't work. I'm sure the gift shops during the FF's time were much better-stocked.
National Archives (where I bought the pen)
Me and the Declaration (blurry because of no flash rule)
Monday, June 9, 2008
Nothing to do with today, just a picture to make things less boring:
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Friends, senior year, 2 a.m. Qdoba, picture by the amazing Ashley, one of my most favorite pictures ever.
Friday, June 6, 2008
I have these two random memories from high school, regarding rainbow magnets in my locker and rainbow painted toenails, prompting more than one person to ask if I "liked gay people." It still makes me clench my teeth at the ignorance and homophobia I used to (and still do) come in contact with. (It also makes me wish I was as vocal and bitchy then as I am now because I think I could have had a lot of fun putting people in their place.) I was reminded of this tonite, randomly, when I bought some super-cute rainbow pajama shorts (on sale) at VS. This is new because I don't have any rainbow pajama pants, and it's been awhile since I've been able to retroactively feel like I'm sticking it to people who used to piss me off. (And belittle me for my "liberal" views.)
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Good to see my current home is in the top 5.
Monday, June 2, 2008
But when I got home tonite, I resisted the urge to fall face first onto my bed, and instead made myself a semi-real dinner, a chicken, bacon and cheese panini, my first panini that didn't involve pepperoni and mozzarella.
I saw a Jamie Oliver cooking show last week where he said everyone should have puff pastry in their freezer. I have ice cream cake from my birthday (in January), brussel sprouts, and some bread that is more brick-like than bread-like. But my panini was comprised of things I already had, just sitting in my refrigerator. The chicken expired today, the pita bread has been in my refrigerator a long time, and the cheese is on its way out, but it was still good. And I think it's far more likely more people identify with my type of cooking, than Jamie and his puffy pastries. I'm ready for my own cooking show, Food Network.