Wednesday, April 22, 2009


I'm in the library right now cramming some last minute work in. The semester is coming to a close, so everything is extremely hectic right now. I feel like my head is going to explode at any moment! I can't wait for summer.

Anyway, I just HAD to share this with you. Five minutes ago, a giant parade of 1-5th grade students came marching in the library singing "Habitat, habitat, oh haba habitatttt." It was by far the cutest thing I have seen in weeks. I wanted to take a picture, but I didn't want to be creepy. So I smiled.

They're now outside on the steps urging everyone on campus to "go green" and "recycle!"
Cute, cute, cute.

Friday, April 17, 2009


Do you remember when we found ourselves in the tiniest boat in the middle of the Atlantic just shy of midnight?

I'm still laughing about it.
I'm also still trying to figure out why I threw my underwear in the dumpster.

In other news, I'm never drinking again.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009


Tonight, someone spilled their beer.
I wish they hadn't.
I was aroused and nervous;
you always tasted of alcohol.

I hated the way you smiled when you were inside me.
It was almost as obnoxious as your arrogance.

I wish I didn't want you anymore.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Snapshot Sunday (Easter Edition)

Today was a good day. I love my family, and I wish I spent more time with them. I left my camera at home, so all the photos I'm posting are of horrible quality. Oh well- such are the limitations of the cell phone camera.

Delicious fruit for breakfast.
(Confession: this was taken a few days ago,
but is identical to today's version)
Mom bought me this planner for Easter. I'm the
most unorganized person ever, but I adore
things like calanders/charts/paper clips. Go figure.
Max received a new bed. Isn't he perfect?Uncle Frankie's girlfriend brought this cutie over.
We fell deeply in love.
Uncle Frankie & Auntie Debbie shared a moment
of sibling tenderness, tarnished by
Uncle Mark's impulsive intrusion.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Surplus Saturday

There were a bunch of pictures in my "Snapshots" folder that I hadn't posted, so I'm sharing them today.

This fortune was tucked into my visor, but is now missing. :(

This waffle recipe was amazing. Make some!

This fortune was found on the cap of a Jones Soda bottle.

This is what my child would look like if Dylan were the father.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

At last

The rain has stopped. Mostly.

Today was a good day. I missed my first class due to an insane amount of traffic on 195, so I spent a few hours at River Road studying by the water. On the way to my afternoon class, I passed by a bunch of preschoolers from Henry Barnard hunting for Easter eggs. They were so tiny and excited and perfect and loud. One little boy dropped his egg, and another boy snatched it before he could put it back in his basket. I thought he was going to burst into tears when a girl standing nearby (who had witnessed the entire situation) handed one of her eggs to the boy. "Here," she said, "you can have mine!"

The rest of my day consisted of delicious pizza and more studying and cute text messages.

I have been wrong thousands of times before, but I think things with this boy are going to work out. He is terribly, terribly sweet. And for whatever reason, he thinks I'm great, too.

Edit: I was looking at the things people google when they stumble upon my site. For the month of March, someone found me by googling "vagi sprouts." I'm both amused and frightened.

Sunday, April 5, 2009


I haven't been writing much, which saddens me. On the bright side, no one reads or cares enough to be deeply affected.

Snapshot Sundays are my favorite. Unfortunately, the slot my memory card slips into is broken. In order to get pictures on here, I have to: upload the pictures to my desktop, upload the files to a file sharing site, download them to my laptop, and then edit/post them. It's a tedious process, and I'm terribly lazy.

In other news, we've started selling Jimmy Fund tickets at work. Basically, you donate $1 and get a scratch ticket. On the left side, you automatically get a coupon for free product worth anywhere from $1-$5 (which means you get your dollar back regardless), and the chance to win $5-$10,000 on the right side. But that's completely irrelevant.

Here's what I'd really like to discuss. When I ask you if you'd like to donate a dollar to the Jimmy Fund, please don't laugh and say "HA! I don't have any money! Someone should donate to me!" Times are tough. I'm a cashier. I make $9 an hour, and I absolutely understand what it's like to have virtually no money. If you can't spare $1 (which you probably could, judging by the 5 ounce, $39 bottle of conditioner you've just purchased...or the $370 bill you're paying for in cash), that's fine. Say "no" or "no, thank you." Do not suggest that someone should donate to you, you ignorant sack of shit. I'm sorry that you can't afford to take that cruise to the Bahamas this year, but just stop for a minute and think. Consider what it's like to battle cancer or lose a child to disease. If you can't give a dollar, at least show some fucking tact.

Thursday, April 2, 2009


I've just decided that winter is the only acceptable season. I foolishly longed for spring, forgetting one major detail- worms.

To say I despise worms would be an understatement. They are the most hideous, vile creatures I've ever seen (besides snakes and centipedes and other worm-like abominations). This hatred runs deep, and is triumphed only by extreme fear. When it rains, my whole day is ruined.
Yesterday, for example, was cloudy all morning and afternoon. This was not problematic. I went to my classes and then worked later that evening. While I was at work, it started to rain. My heart sank, and I prayed that when I got out, someone at home would be awake to move the worms. After work, I walked to my car. As a rule, apartments and parking lots are fine places to walk when it rains. This is because there is typically very little soil, which makes for a glorious, worm-free environment. To my surprise, both Mom and Dylan were waiting in the Stop & Shop parking lot. My mom had apparently carpooled for a benefit dinner and the pick up/drop off point was the store. Dylan was just waiting to hang out with me (with a chocolate chip cookie dough Frostie in hand!). "MOM! I'm so glad you're here. You're going to have to de-worm the driveway for me." She sighed and rolled her eyes, and we all drove home.

I pulled up to the driveway and turned my high beams on. I whimpered. There were at least 13 bastards creeping about. Dylan got out of the car, and I was in awe of his ability to calmly stand in a worm-infested driveway. My mom spotted one obvious critter and kindly moved it to the grass, but neglected to notice the remaining 12. She went inside and brought me "the boots," which are giant, knee-high rubber boots I wear when worms come out. She placed them in the puddle beside my car, and I rolled down the window and screamed at her to remove them from the puddle (there were 2 worms having a field day in that fucking puddle). Convinced that one of the worms was attached to the bottom of the shoe, I refused to let the boots come in the car. My mother, livid with my irrationality, threw the door open and shoved the boots inside. I was on the verge of tears, positive that there was a worm in my car and that it was going to crawl all over me and I was going to die of a heart attack. My dad came out and offered to carry me, so I shoved my feet in the damn boots, closed my eyes, and ran like hell to the door.

I cannot live my life like this anymore. Did you know that this morning, I skipped class because I knew there would be worms on campus and no one would be around to move them?

Why worms? I mean, snakes are easily avoidable, and spiders aren't necessarily abundant (visibily, at least).

Someone help.