Wednesday, December 31, 2008

New Years! Woo!

Happy Last Day of 2008! You know what I thought would be a fun way to finish out the year? No! Not by popping out a hip, that is soooo 2007. An even cooler idea would be to fill out one of those end of year survey dealies, and tell all my friends to do it too! I stole this one from All and Sundry. Now, since I know that most of you probably won't bother checking my blog for a while, (and I cannot blame you!) So even if its mid-February when you finally read this you should still do it, and then leave me a comment so I can go read yours. With out further ado:

1. What did you do in 2008 that you’d never done before?

Got video taped every Thursday night for two months doing fake counseling appointments.

2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

I don't think I made any. And if I did I was too strung out on Darvocet to remember. I keep resolving to write more in this blog, but who knows if that will happen? People should keep sending me things to fill out like this. That makes for FASCINATING reading!

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

Uh, so so so so many. Crystal and Maria each had one, Lacie had twins, Jamee had Vivian like ten minutes ago, and Amanda is set to pop any second. I'm beginning to think I'm a fertility charm of some kind.

4. Did anyone close to you die?

Just Perkins the Houseplant. No one who reads this blog will get that reference. Sorry.

5. What countries did you visit?

This survey is making me feel boring.

6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?

So many things, but I don't want to tell you in case it makes me sound greedy.

7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

November 4th. I didn't really expect to be as moved by the election as I was, but watching thousands of people across the Nation weep with joy, and hearing Barak Obama's acceptance speech and even McCain's gracious concession speech filled me with pride in my country.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

I guess I'd say either getting into graduate school, surviving finals, or getting my time on web sudoku down to 2:41.

9. What was your biggest failure?

Didn't win Publishers Clearing House AGAIN this year. Does that thing still exist?

10. Did you suffer illness or injury? Just the usual.

11. What was the best thing you bought? My Nikon D40. Excuse me while I go make out with it.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?

Lauren's and Bianca's for staying up all night at the library to finish papers/study for med school finals. And mine for graciously supervising. And not distracting in any way.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?

Lacie's, for continually having babies in another state.

14. Where did most of your money go?

To Cal State LA.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?

The election. And the season finale of Battlestar Galactica. Just love me.

16. What song will always remind you of 2008?

Paper Planes by M.I.A.

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
a) happier or sadder? happier
b) thinner or fatter? I think a tiny bit thinner.
c) richer or poorer? Richer. Which is a sad testament to how poor I was last year.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of? Writing, laughing and relaxing.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of? Worrying.

20. How did you spend Christmas?

At my house with my family, then I spent the next day on the road for the annual treck to Utah for a Haynie wedding.

21. Did you fall in love in 2008? Just with my new camera.

22. What was your favorite TV program? Doctor Who or Pushing Daisies. Or Battlestar Galactica. Or 30 Rock. I watch too much TV.

23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

No. That's a dumb question.

24. What was the best book you read?

Breaking Dawn. Hahahahaha! Just kidding. East of Eden. Go read it right now. I loved it so much that I still haven't returned it to the library.

25. What was your greatest musical discovery?

Rockband. Oh did you mean like an actual music group? Ok. Apocalypse Thursday. What? No, thats not my RockBand band name! Why would you ask...oh shut up. I dig that game.

26. What did you want and get? An SLR camera.

27. What did you want and not get? A macbook. Photography skills. George Clooney.

28. What was your favorite film of this year? For some reason I can only think of like four movies I saw this year, which makes it a toss up between Slum Dog Millionaire and Wall-E.

29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

I had a joint birthday party with Emily, and I turned 25. I wanted to post pictures at the time, but in every single picture the flash turned my shirt see through and you could see the bra I was wearing remarkably clearly. And I'm sorry but I'm just not that kind of girl.

30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

A plan. And George Clooney.

31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?

Emily's handmedowns.

32. What kept you sane? I'm not sure I understand the question.

33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? Do I really have to answer?

34. What political issue stirred you the most? Health care. I know. Who am I? Michael Moore?

35. Who did you miss? My roommates.

36. Who was the best new person you met? Probably Tyra Banks. I mean, we didn't technically meet, but I saw her at the Cheesecake Factory, and that's like practically the same thing. I feel like I soaked up a lot of wisdom just by being in the same room.

37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008.

Writing things down on your calendar will only help you remember things if when the calendar falls off the wall and behind your bed, you bother to pick it up and put it back on the wall.

38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year. I really hate leaving this one blank, but I cannot think of anything.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnddd I'm out! Happy New Year kids! Thanks for occasionally reading this mess!

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

NaBloPoFail: A Thanksgiving Story

"And so I'll post everyday in November!" Ahahahahaha! Oh I slay me. So obviously THAT didn't happen. To be fair however, can I just say that November totally kicked my butt? All the assignments I had been carefully saving up were suddenly DUE! Every single week brought new papers that needed to be wept over and then handed in, ever so slightly damp. I just couldn't write . Don't think I don't hear you all muttering things like "procrastinator", and "whiny", and "wahmbulence". Let me just say that only PART of this was due to the aforementioned procrastination. The other part was the quarter system. We don't need to go into discussions about which percentage goes to which part, lets just all agree that through herculean effort I managed to perservere with grace and aplomb. Quiet, yes I did. Yes I did. And I do to know what "aplomb" means! You know I really don't appreciate this lack of support. Let us turn our attention to some Thanksgiving pictures and put all this ugliness behind us shall we?

Amy and Anna.

A traditional gathering 'round the pie.

Anthony and Mari

Anthony and Joey?

Thats more like it!

My Favorite picture of the whole day.

My other favorite.

Playing Pass the Anna!

Boy she sure likes that lighter!

She sure does.

Lets not tell Cherie, ok?

Mom and Renee slaving away.

And now here's Mari B to Top Model us out!

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Reasons I'm Thinking About Moving to My Gym

  1. What is the hardest part about going to the Gym? Getting up and actually going. Right? If I lived there then all I would have to do is stand up.
  2. Although I haves suggested it many times, my house continues to not have a) a snack bar, and b) a gift shop.
  3. Unlimited Crystal Light.
  4. Individual TVs, so no one has to argue over whether to watch House or Dancing With the Stars.
  5. On site masuses.
  6.  The dressing room would provide me with significantly more closet space, provided I could get a few dozen padlocks. 
  7. Number of swimming pools at the Gym: 3
  8. Number of swimming pools at my house: 0
I don't know. I think it could work.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Its still technically today! At least until tomorrow.

Oh man, posting everyday is hard. How do people do it? Well, I guess I'll tell you about my day, which went like this:

Yay! Obama's President!

Man, my room is messy.

Should I go to Costa Rica?









Episode of Arrested Development.




Drive to LA for Jamee's baby shower.

Yay for Jamee!

Babies are awesome.

So are diaper genies. Good call inventor!

Eat cake.

Marie Antionette would be so proud.

Drive home.

Write confusing blog post. Is she writing her thoughts or her actions? Who cares! Anything goes!

Acknowledge that Wednesdays are the best days, because there is no class, and then, go to sleep.

Or something.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

America!!! Woo!!!

You can't really see it, but that little sticker on my shirt says I VOTED! But I won't say for who. Oh who am I kidding...I voted for Obama!

Monday, November 3, 2008

Nano is what we call my grandmother. Hi Nano!

Ok, so I signed up for Nablopomo and forgot, I signed up for Nanowrimo and forgot, and I signed up for this blog and continually seem to forget. Now we're three days into November. So maybe now its too late? Does either one count if I start now? Well I THINK SO! But I'm kind of lazy and I haven't really signed into either site recently so I'm not sure what that means. Maybe I'm on my own this year? I don't know. Basically I think I'ma start anyway. This introductory post should be longer I know, but i'm kind of sick, I'm in the school Library and I have A WHOLE LOT OF WORDS to get written. My goal is to post every day in the month of November. Starting now. And also to write a novel that I will never post ever. Lets hope I don't forget.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

What I Did on My Summer Vacation

Since the last time I blogged I:

Got older, had party, went to Utah, painted a mug, tried to steal Lacie's son, gave him back when it became crystal clear the lad had NOT mastered toilet training, and also because thats apparently not legal in this part of the country, came home, went to eighty billion weddings in various parts of the state, took a Stats class, refused to buy the stupid book, had a teeny party by myself to celebrate the end of said stats class, went to the beach but not nearly enough, BROKE my laptop for good and for real, a pair of tweezers may have been involved (I KNOW, and I don't want to talk about it.), was gifted with real live ART, read East of Eden, decided halfway through that I wanted John Steinbeck to be my literary boyfriend, saw his slightly creepy mustachioed picture on the back, decided we should just be friends, worried about how to break it to him, remembered he was dead, felt better, then felt slightly guilty and possibly a little delusional, and finally I went ahead and broke grammer by writing the longest run on sentence ever. I had a bunch of pictures of these events, which would really make this post a lot more interesting...but they are all on my dear departed laptop, and I just couldn't go one more day with the stupid doctor story up.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

I Should Probably Stock Up on Apples or Something.

You know how some people don't really believe in going to the doctor and only go when, like, they're hacking up blood, or accidentally lost a foot or something? Or slightly less extreme, (and hopefully less graphic, lost a foot? ew.) they have a general practitioner they see every three years or so when they have a cold or the flu or a particularly nasty hangnail? Well. This has not been my medical experience.
I don't so much have a doctor as I have a panel. First there's my primary care doctor, who I actually see very little of, but of whom it must be said, has the best waiting room. (Note to doctors everywhere: Play romantic comedies on the waiting room tv instead of Diabetes home care how to's. Your patients, even the diabetics, will thank you.). And then there's my Rheumatologist, who I see the most often. (actual quote from ol' Rheumy when he found out I forgot to get my blood work done again this month: "Hannah! What the hell dude?!". We have good times Rheumy and I.) My lame hand wringing surgeon who for SOME REASON will not give me the ok to bungee jump even though I SAID I would use a chest harness. Add in a hand specialist, a foot specialist, a chiropractor and a team of highly trained psychiatrists to treat my chronic delusions of grandeur. (At least thats what I like to pretend.) Alls I'm sayin' is, I have a lot of doctors.
What this means is that I also have a lot of doctor appointments, which I'm pretty cool with. I usually have them pretty spaced out, one or two a month depending. But for some reason, without meaning to I seem to have scheduled appointments with pretty much all of them this week. And let me assure you, I'm not complaining, I love all my doctors (Except for Surgeon. Surgeon needs to lighten up.) and I'm totally glad I have the ability (i.e. health insurance) to see them. But boy oh boy. How many waiting rooms can a girl take in one week? And the questions. What medications are you on? When were your most recent x-rays? When was your last period? Do you still have arthritis?Any changes to your insurance? What is the capital of Vermont? Over and over and over. Its a good thing I'm so long suffering. (Also, not dwell, but the nurses at both Rheumatologist's and GP Doc's offices both didn't let me take my shoes off when they weighed me. THAT IS AGAINST THE RULES LADIES! Even SURGEON lets me take my shoes off.)
What I would really like to do is have all my doctors meet me at IHOP or something where they could all ask each other who was prescribing what and compare notes and make recommendations over a nice stack of chocolate chip pancakes. Oddly no one has responded to my invitations to do this yet...maybe next month.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

If you squint real hard and look at the screen from an angle, this almost looks like a blog post.

Oh friends, I am ner-vous. I cannot tell you why exactly because I'm being weird and superstitious about it and I feel like I'll jinx myself if I disclose information, but I will give you these words as clues: conference, lots of people, in charge, me, why, don't know, send help, maybe a cold compress.

Sufficed to say, I cannot wait until its over. If you see me skipping down the lane Monday morning with a spring in my step and a song on my lips you'll know why! (Hint: its not because I love Mondays.)

In other news, my cell phone was stolen. At a Borders. While I was distracted by someone else stealing my sunglasses. It's not important, the real issue is how much I CARE that I don't have my cell phone anymore. You'd think Miss Who Needs Communication With The Outside World would be all over a stolen phone! Perfect excuse not to call people back! But no. I hate hate hate not having a phone. Partly because I had all kinds of necessary calls to make this week, but mostly because I have grown accustomed to putting in reminders every time I make plans to do something, and so all day long I get happy little beepy reminders of where I'm supposed to be and what I'm supposed to be doing. I even get fifteen minute warnings! I've grown to rely on ol' Celly, and now? I don't know whether I'm coming or going. I spend most of the day wandering around in a daze wondering if perhaps I have school today? Dr's appointment? How do I know I wasn't supposed to have some sort of power lunch with my attorneys and I just forgot? I mean, to my knowledge I don't have attorneys and lunch usually consists of peanut butter and jelly, but this is just the kind of information I would entrust to Celly! It's a hard life I lead, but fortunately I'm very long suffering.

And now, because even though I'm hiding it really well I'm still nervous about my weekend, I think we should play a game called you guys tell me what fun things YOU are doing this weekend, so I can jump ship and play with you instead. I mean, calm my nerves or something.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Solid Gold Baby!

Honest to goodness I planned on immediately updating a list of five things I was good at so as to balance things out, but clearly that didn't happen. So instead how about a random update about my life featuring excessive exclamation points?

Surprise! I'm going to grad school! I want you to know that I'm doing this grudgingly. I don't want you to think I'm not still very upset that the fancy job, solid gold house and snazzy dental plan I was ASSUMING were going to show up after I got my bachelors degree never materialized. Oh I gave it a fair chance, I've been waiting for almost a year now but the C.F.S.G.H. (Committee For Solid Gold Houses) has yet to contact me. Lucrative as substitute teaching is, I decided it was time for a change. And so, after attatching a crisp twenty to my application, I was accepted into a counseling program for the fall! I'm excited, I think. I'm glad to have a plan again, and I was really happy to have the summer off to have the maximum amount of fun before signing my life away for the next to years. Imagine my heartbreak when I discovered on Friday that while the program itself doesn't start until September, I have three prerequisites I have to take this summer. RUDE! I just keep telling myself that two years isn't that long, and then I'll have a masters to hang on the fridge. (And thats probably when the house shows up right?)

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Remember when bad meant cool?

Do you know what is awesome about Liz W.? She hands me blog post ideas FOR FREE! Which is good because its about time for my monthly post. Probably should work on that. Anyway, her suggestion was to write five things your really bad at, and even boldly faced up to her poor avocado selection skills. (I should say alleged, I have no real proof that Liz has poor avocado skills except her word. I might need another witness.) So without further ado:

1) Painting finger nails. I don't know why I never mastered this skill, but even now at the age of somewhere in my twenties, when I try and paint my nails it looks like a kindergartner did it. A charming and well intentioned kindergartner I'm sure...but not exactly known for her great cosmetic dexterity.

2) Filling out applications. Of any kind. School, Job, um...those are the only kinds I can think of. But I HATE them! I just sit and stare at my computer screen for hours doing absolutely anything except actually filling out my application. Occasionally I have to be bribed like the charming well intentioned but kind of ornery kindergartner that I am.

3) Being in charge. Oh how I hate being in charge of anything, especially events. I'm scared to delegate, but I consistently procrastinate the most important tasks (something I'm doing RIGHT NOW!) and spend the whole event in a near panic.

4) Not being in charge. I also don't like being out of the loop. And when I see people planning and organizing I totally want in, and I start getting cranky if I feel like my ideas aren't being given the FULL ATTENTION that they deserve. But I'm worse at #3 and so I try to remember that when I get that boss lady feeling.

5) And finally, I'm bad at chess. Do not understand it at all. I blame this on the prehistoric computer of my childhood. My sisters and I figured out how to cheat and change all our pawns to queens, which, so you know, makes it so that you can win in one move. People get very annoyed when you try to do this in real life.

Monday, April 28, 2008

Opressive Heat and Monday Grumpiness Cause Sporadic Blogger to Mumble About Math and Jousting. Please Send Smoothies.

Today was hot hot hot! And while I am pretty much a HUGE fan of summer and summer like weather...uck. I only like this weather when I'm at the beach, and I could not help noticing that my math class was held in a class room AGAIN today. (Oh yeah, I teach math now, sort of. It's an after school thing.) But I don't know why I'm complaining because at least there was air conditioning. When I was in middle school, (Oh yeah, it's at a middle school.) we had either NO air conditioning or unreliable air conditioning. Which led to many zombie like classes. Of course I never complained about it because we totally got heat days, where we got out of school at 12:30. Which I thought was only fair since we had no chance at snow days unlike the rest of the world. I was sort of bummed when halfway through my freshman year the district installed new ac systems in all the schools. Anyway, my kids were cranky, and I was cranky, and even though we were blessed with icy blasts from overhead we were not was too hot for math and WE ALL KNEW IT! Whatever, this paragraph was boring. Hope you skimmed it!

So I went to a jousting tournament this weekend. (Totally should have opened with that instead.) My friend is in a sword fighting class and heard about it so the two of us drove down to San Diego and watched people in armor charge each other with lances. Actual armor. Actual lances. It was so great. Sometimes I just love watching the weird things that people do to entertain themselves. Like football. Anyway, I wanted to give one of the knights a handkerchief as a token of my esteem so people would know I was a lady, but the best I could do was a slightly used hello kitty tissue, and that just didn't seem appropriate somehow. After that we went to the beach and I was reminded yet again just how gross the water in Santa Monica is compared to the rest of the beaches in California. But I digress.

Oh man, when I sat down to write this post I felt like I had so much to say, but now my lap top is making me feel hot again and all I can think of is how I STILL don't have a swimming pool. Anyone want to come over and sit in the sprinklers with me?

Thursday, April 3, 2008

A Brief but Embarrassing Moment in Time

So I'm walking down the street in the Village headed for my car when behind me I hear a call: "Hannah!" says a voice. I turn around to see a girl about my age staring at me about three shops down. I freeze. I have no idea who she is. Did we know each other in high school? I am always amazed at the number of people who remember me from high school. I only remember like twelve people, and lest you think thats because I was school-jerk, let me assure you that I was merely EXTREMELY shy. Mumbled answers kinda shy. Hide in the library shy. Hair in my face shy. Elaborate one woman show for English class final shy. (That might seem like an sort of attention seeking thing to do but I assure you it was after remaining entirely tight lipped the entire semester, even refusing to read aloud my essay which by the way was a REQUIREMENT, choosing instead to take a C on that project. But it was literally a week before my surgery and I knew I wouldn't be seeing any of those kids for awhile so I threw on a costume, brought some hats and a prerecorded tape and blew the minds of Ms. Bobo's Comp 2 class! And then disappeared for six months. The perfect plan!) Anyhoo, what were we talking about? Oh yeah, so this chick is looking at me and I'm looking at her trying to think of anything that might spark some recognition and she repeats: "Hannah!" now starting to look a little offended. So I smiled really big and we started walking towards each other. When we were about ten feet apart I took a deep breath and said brightly, "Hiiiiiii..."
"Hannah!" she barked at the same moment sort of giving me an odd look out of the side of her eyes.
"I'm coming!" snapped a voice behind me.
Mortified I meet the strange girl's eyes. She raises an eyebrow. Otherhannah passes me. I veer left into a shop and pretend I was talking, the doorway? I don't know, internet. I just don't know.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

"Why I've Been So Quiet Sort of" a brief essay on how I'm weird.

Hey Internet! Do want to know one of my charming little quirks? Sometimes when I start having a lot going on, or maybe not enough going on, or maybe not really that much going on but oh boy the things that are going, are GOING if you know what I mean, (How could you possibly?), I get a little anxious. But thats not so much a quirk as it is humanity. See, when I get into one of these anxious spells I sort of start fearing the sound of my cell phone. Because, what if it is someone who wants me to do something? Like talk? About my day? So I start "accidentally" leaving my phone at home, or forgetting to charge it, or playing music really really loud so I just can't hear it if my phone goes off. Which is the perfect plan of course except for a little thing called voice mail. And once those start piling up my phobia increases exponentially. Because, now not only do I have to listen to what people wanted to tell me, but I'm going to have to call them back! So instead of doing what a normal person would, I just let the voice mail pile up for several days before I even check to see how many I have. Adorable huh?
Email's worse. With email I'll see that I have like five messages, and I think, oh man I just do not have the STRENGTH to look at these right now, I'll deal with them tomorrow. By which I mean next week. At which point the number has jumped to thirty. Thirty??? No way I can deal with thirty messages, I'd only prepped myself for five! Better leave it for a day or twenty. At which point the emails are in the seventies. Seventies!!! No time for that today no sir! I'll deal with it this weekend. (haha)
When I finally come out of one of these downward spirals and force myself to face the situation it is usually grim. More than a hundred emails and usually several unchecked voice mails. Usually I just delete everything and figure that if it were really important I probably would have been gotten a hold of somehow. I must say, there is a deep satisfaction that comes from clicking that "delete all" button. Occasionally the situation has gotten out of hand (uh, you know, MORE SO) and I've had to abandon email addresses altogether. Anyone still trying to get ahold of me via my hotmail address? You should probably know I'm pretty sure I haven't checked it since 2006. The UCLA email account? Left for dead late 2007. To be honest the best way to get a hold of me is probably to hide in the bushes outside my house. Where I'll be delighted to see you! Except if you're a stalker. In which case please wait respectfully across the street. (If you know me in real life this is kind of old news and you already wait in my bushes if you want to see me, and/or have given me up as a friend because HELLO! Phone Jerk!)
In my most recent February induced funk, (By the way, remind me to rant sometime about how much I DO NOT LIKE FEBRUARY!) I found that this annoying habit of mine extended into blogs! I kept wanting to comment on other people's blogs (Book Recommendations! Friday Fluff! Wednesday Giggles!), but I hadn't updated my blog in forever! Better not I told myself because then people will know I've been online! But I figured if I just stayed quiet people might think I had lost my computer or something. And then they would feel bad for me and still want to be my friend!
Which brings me to the point of this weird and rambly post, because...Guess what??? I found my computer! And also it's March which is way better for blogging anyway.

Monday, March 17, 2008

Oh yeah, remember how I have a BLOG???

I bet I have all kinds of important things to tell you about including but not limited to: creative employment, plans for summer, long lost sisters and my ADDICTION to mint three musketeers! But instead let me tell you a story called "How That One Time When I Went to Pick Up My Sister At Lunch Today My Car Rolled Over and Played Dead!" It begins with me going to pick up my sister at lunch today, but stay tuned because there is a surprise ending.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

The Many Adventures of Hannah Solo

Once upon a time in a galaxy far far away there lived a couple of witty and well coiffed smugglers enjoying the good life.

Then one day out of the blue they met an angsty young lad who was struggling to understand his new powers, and who needed help to rescue a girl he'd never met but who interestingly enough he'll end up being related too.

"I don't know kid, the last thing We need right now is more trouble. We've got enough troubles between the Empire, Jabba, and trying to keep this healthy bounce and shine. " Han told the Young Lad, tossing his hair.

"Yeah man, no way!" Glared Hannah with her trusty pal Chewbacca.

"Gee, Hannah Solo. What a commanding presence you have. You have beautiful eye makeup, and I like your cool blaster" commented the Young Lad to bashfully. "If not a rescue mission, will you at least join me for a romantic dinner?" he asked, quickly gelling his hair.

"Oh, Alright!" agreed Hannah, and away they went!

The End.

(I don't know why I kept my hair in a pony tail for this whole shoot but I promise I have a cute haircut. I also appear to have what they call in some circles: "too much time on my hands")

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Ten Things That Made Me Happy In The Last Weekend

1) Getting my hair cut.
2) Watching the most recent episode of Project Runway on my cousin's tivo.
3) Getting to see Captain Sparklepants before her Americorp departure.
4) Having my hip abduction brace mistaken for a trendy belt.
5) Having my hip abduction brace mistaken for a Han Solo tribute.
6) New clothes.
7) Pedicures with Emily. I got my done with black polish, because I'm edgy now. You should see my bangs.
8) Going to Yoku Yoku, the best frozen yogurt in all the land! (At least in West LA anyway.)
9) Discovering the joys of Guitarhero. (Um, I don't want to get mad at anyone here, but WHY did nobody introduce me to Guitarhero before this? I think I might have found my life's calling.)
10) Seriously folks, Han Solo. Awesome.

Monday, January 28, 2008

Thoughts on the Draft

AARON: sucks that I can get drafted just cause I'm a guy.
DAD: Could be worse, you could have to go to relief society.
ME: Whatever, relief society is awesome, we get treats.
DAD: Yes but what you don't know is that in Elders Quorum we all sneak out and smoke cigars at the end.
AARON: Yeah, but its cool, they're caffeine free.

Thursday, January 24, 2008


About time we got that last post of the top eh? Other than my brief visit to the land of the food intolerant, I've been having a simply lovely convalescence. I thought I was going to blog all the time while I was stuck in bed, I thought I would have nothing to do except fill the internets will my pearls of wisdom. But instead my life got weirdly busy. A huge part of it was my fantastic friends who came around to keep me company. I think they must have set up a schedule: "Ok, I'll go on Monday and laugh at her bionic woman jokes and you go Tuesday and pretend you think her brace looks sporty too!" which was quite awesome. On top of that they kept leaving me with stuff to do. I'll tell you right now...need new books to read? Craving something good to eat? Perhaps you've noticed a lack of flowers in your life? GET INJURED! People are way nice to you when you're an invalid. Or maybe I should say more specifically that MY people are way nice to you when you're an invalid. Seriously though, I'm set for books until March I think. Good times.

Besides those delightful distractions I had other things to attend to. Life continues to go on even when your in the middle of a sick day. Or month. I have all these Life Decisions to make. You know. The capitalized kind. The kind that really determine your future and junk. Which is actually probably the real reason I haven't been writing much, now and before. I've been in this weird period of limbo since I graduated college where twice the plans I made ended up falling through at the last second. And while I don't necessarily feel bad about the way things went in either case, it doesn't change the fact that I'm still at square one. I still have to decide what I'm going to do this year, and for the rest of my life for that matter. I'm a girl who likes having a plan, and I feel weird that I don't have one fully formed right now.

Liz has me inspired at the moment, with her Year Of Living the Ideal Life. I guess my goal for the moment is to figure out what exactly my dream is that I need to be living. Girl band maybe? Who knows?

Saturday, January 12, 2008


Dear Stomach bug,

Seriously? Right now? I'm not saying there's necessarily a good time to loose the ability to consume food, stand up or roll over with out projectile vomiting...but when you are already on crutches, are unable to kneel over the toilet bowl and must wear a complicated brace with a piece that goes right over your stomach seems like a particularly bad time. Go away. I hate you.

Incapacitatedly yours,