Sunday, February 28, 2010

Snapshot Sunday (the longest edition of all time)

At approximately 9:41AM (19 minutes before my shift started), I was greeted by a dead battery.

This made me want to shoot myself.

Luckily, AAA is the best thing to ever exist. They showed up 10 minutes later, and I only got into work a half hour later than scheduled, which meant Jared and I could still go see Harry at the Boston Museum of Science.

This is Boston.

This is me making Jared point to the dinosaur. He appears to be in relatively high spirits; however, he would soon grow to resent my desire to photograph every single thing we encountered.

This is Jared standing in front of a shadow maker.

This is Jared's gorgeous shadow.

"Can we see Indians?" I innocently asked, to which Jared retorted "YOU IDIOTIC FUCK, THERE ARE ONLY INDIANS AT THE MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY." Lo and behold, dear readers: INDIANS.

Pretty artwork.

This is us getting married on the back of a turtle, only you can't see us. And there was no wedding. :(

This is the dinosaur up close.

This is Jared attempting to stick his head in the dinosaur's mouth, but giving up and yelling at me instead. It was around this time I pointed out a perfectly obedient boyfriend posing in front of a skeleton nearby, which resulted in an "I hate you so much."

I don't actually know what this is, but I took it for Dylan (Edna) because it reminded me of the town at Foxwoods we adore so much.

Little teeny baby chickens! They were so cute and fluffy.

Pretty nighttime light pollution.

Aaaaaaaaaaand Jared hating me/being miserable & tired on the ride home. I think he secretly enjoys my torturous ways.

Now, I present you with the most wonderful closing ceremony:

Saturday, February 27, 2010

End scene

You dream of rolling hills
jade and emerald and
brimming with adjectives to
file away for a foggy morning,
and briefcases that click
into place
when you close them, and
of white shirts
with a singular button undone;
sleeves rolled up crisp,
like the paper cranes
that float from your ceiling.

And I wonder if,
in your quest to suppress
the things that once made you
leap across stages,
you remember the time
you stole my poetry.
But I mostly wonder
if you care at all
that I let you.

Friday, February 26, 2010


My gorgeous mother turns 45 today.

I need to work on my decorating skills. But it's still cute, right?

Also, I just killed an ant. Gross.
Speaking of absolutely revolting things, take a gander at this forecast. We may never see the sun again.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Dry/crispy chicken

It is currently 2AM, and I will probably delete this once I come to my senses.


It should be known that we are comedians.

That is all.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Snapshot Sunday

Based on the past 2 years, I seem to update most in February.
How very curious. I wonder why that is.

This morning I woke up and made flash cards for my upcoming bio exam. I realize prokaryotic is spelled incorrectly. Sorry babes.

After pretending to study, I was forced to report to Stop & Shop.

Work became semi-tolerable after finding this little gem stuck to the side of the service desk.

When I got home, I completely forgot to lock the door. I didn't notice until 23 minutes later, which is 23 minutes of possible murderer entry time. Don't be surprised if I'm dead tomorrow.

I figured I might as well enjoy my last minutes on Earth, so I indulged in my most prized guilty pleasure. Maci's my favorite, by the way. Bentley is so CUTE.

Despite hovering lesson plans and newsletters, I have decided sleeping is much more important. The end.

Thursday, February 18, 2010


I cannot, for whatever reason, complete this case study. It isn't difficult; it just seems like a royal waste of time and page flipping. In other news, this is what I accomplished this morning at the Fall River courthouse, where I had my first-ever brush with jury duty:

The man sitting across from me kept giving me funny looks. I thought it was a fantastic doodle, so he can kiss my ass.

The clouds are passing quickly. It is a pretty afternoon.
I am running low on sleep, high on backaches and caffeine.

I miss you on my floor already. There is something to be said about drifting in and out of sleep, deliriously thrilled to know nothing at all except the warmth beside you.

I don't want to be Sarah Kendrew.
Just so you know.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Snapshot Sunday (Valentine edition)

Woke up early to make Jared a card.

While doing so, CJ managed to invade my bed. He refused to leave.

Jared gave me this. And roses. And CDs. And a million other perfect things, which evoke both gratitude and guilt.

Then we went to Boston to have delicious Chinese at this adorable 50's inspired restaurant. Which sounds/is strange, but it was obviously the best thing in the world.

And then this happened:

I mean, seriously? How am I supposed to not DIE of perfection overload when the cutest boy in the world serenades me with The Decemberists? In conclusion, this was the best night ever/the only Valentine's Day that did not suck. I hope all of you had a lovely day. :)

Saturday, February 13, 2010


I am losing my fucking mind. True to form, I am compiling yet another list of goals I am unlikely to accomplish. Fuck.

Goals for the spring semester:
-Pass Praxis II
-Go to the Brimfield Antique Show/Flea Market
-Have a picnic
-Fall in love (preferably with someone who loves me back)
-Visit my grandparents more often
-Convince my parents to get a dog
-Steal a baby
-Make a burrito that does not taste like ass
-Stop being a fucking moron
-Get arrested with Dylan Klegraefe


Thursday, February 11, 2010


I was not expecting this at all. On the ride there, I thought "Why am I even going? One of us is just going to end up disappointed."

Last fall/winter was absolute hell.

I would gladly live those seasons out a few more times, though, if I thought it might eventually lead to this.