I just took a chance with getting food poisoning.
Voluntarily.
THAT'S how much of a hold chocolate has on me.

I really do not want to go into work today.
The mere thought makes me want to play the banjo violently.

Today is a day for staying in bed.
And watching movies.
And jumping on beds.
Not for work.
Not for getting up and dressed
and assuming the role of productive and positive person.
I don't want to be productive,
(unless it has something to do with ordering in pizza.)

I bought baby bell cheeses this morning on my way home from the gym and that made me very very happy.

it's really the little things, you know?

Yeah, so what if someone called the cops on me?

My sister was in town over the past few days and last night after our margarita adventure, a few of us ended up back at my place. But before we went upstairs, we were lured to the grass in the courtyard area of my building- just wanted to take a few pictures, have a few laughs, roll around a bit. I didn't think we were being too loud, but obviously someone in my building did and before long 2 cops showed up. I had to laugh. And I did, but before I went over and talked to them. They said, Someone called in a complaint. I said, Are you serious???? Someone actually called??? They said, Yes. I said (with my most serious face), That's funny....Sorry. We'll go in now.

It was a fabulously funny moment...

Things I miss...

1. Dannon Yogurt Bars
2. Pudding Pops
3. Having an entire phone conversation without someone having to say "Can you hear me now?" and "Wait, say that again." and "Hold on, you're cutting out." and...
4. Saturday morning cartoons
5. Getting to walk friends/family ALL the way to their gate at the airport or having them waiting there for you when you arrived
6. Getting tangible mail in a tangible mailbox
7. Taking pictures and not knowing how they turned out until you got them back a week later
8. The flat granola bar sized Jolly Ranchers
9. pencil boxes
10. Field Day

Happy Thought

I've been feeling a bit stressed out this morning- though I can't seem to pin point why. It's probably my subconscious anger with Swiss Miss for changing their pudding recipe or something along those lines. So I've been trying to focus on happy thoughts to snap me out of my mood, which reminded me of the time during my sophomore year in college when my best friend Wendy and I drove up to Kansas with our friend Nathan to see his best friend, Jon.

The night we arrived, we had been out having glorious amounts of fun and soon found ourselves back at Jon's place. The boys wanted to go out to see a band, but we girls were tired and decided to just stay and go to sleep. Jon then led the way to his room, said we could use whatever blankets and pillows we wanted and could either sleep on the bed or the rug...whatever we felt like. We smiled. Thanked him. Waved goodbye as he and Nathan left and then looked around in horror at what I can safely say was the dirtiest room I had ever been in. Not only was it an absolute mess, but it was dirty. As in, old pizza boxes with pizza still in it from several weeks ago, dust on every possible surface, you literally couldn't see one inch of the floor because there was so much stuff on it. Gross, horrible stuff.

Wendy and I literally just stood in horror looking around at everything wondering how in the world were we ever going to sleep in this room. We carefully made our way to the bed (with no sheets, mind you) and found enough mysterious stains, some looking quite fresh, that we quickly and simultaneously decided the floor was a much better option. So we began sifting through the piles of random things, trying to get to the carpet. There was dirty (dirty) laundry, dried up food on dried up dishes, somewhat dried up food just on its own, tons and tons of trash, and my favorite...bugs. And not dead bugs. Alive bugs. I, on my own, found 8 creepy crawlies. I was so mortified that after the 1st one, I didn't even tell Wendy about the others, hoping that one of us could at least be spared this additional little treat.

We finally cleared enough stuff away, picked the cleanest looking blanket and curled up together on the floor and as the filth started to sink into our bodies, we thought about just getting in my jeep and driving the hour and a half to Topeka, where my mom lived or driving the 4 hours home, or even getting a motel Anything! But we stayed. And somehow survived the night. And for the next 3 years of our college careers, whenever one of us was having a bad day, or we found ourselves in a bad and awkward situation, all one of us would have to say was, Happy Thought! and we were instantly cheered up. (The happy thought being that hey, it could be worse, we could be back in Jon's room with all the bugs and food and stains.) It was our own little personal joke between us that saved us many a time. Many a time...

So here's to happy thoughts and happy mornings!

And it is opening night once again!

Come see it. You have 6 weeks.

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Late Hours

On summer nights the world
moves within earshot
on the interstate with its swish
and growl, and occasional siren
that sends chills through us.
Sometimes, on clear, still nights,
voices float into our bedroom,
lunar and fragmented,
as if the sky had let them go
long before our birth.

In winter we close the windows
and read Chekhov,
nearly weeping for his world.

What luxury, to be so happy
that we can grieve
over imaginary lives.


-Lisel Mueller

My Lollapalooza Experience

DAY 1

-Arrive at Grant Park
-Run around like a maniac trying to find the band I want to see (Cursive)
-After many laps around the park, countless text messages from friends there, and just feeling like an idiot all around, finally get to the right place
-Can't find friends
-Watch 1st band while attempting to locate friends
-Realize I will never find them and just watch the show
-Realize that there's a good chance I also might literally sweat to death
-1st show ends
-Meet up with friends and run to the beer booth
-Run to next stage with warm beer in hand to see Panic At The Disco
-Sit down on hot grass
-Realize I should have written a will because I am indeed going to die from the heat
-Close my eyes and fantasize about swimming in a pool with Jared Leto
-Realize I don't look perfect in a bikini and promptly end fantasy
-Get up 1/2 way through the set and run with one friend to yet another stage to see Jeremy Enigk
-Leave above mentioned friend and go get a hot dog
-Devour hot dog
-Go back to friend and slowly cook to death for an hour while watching Jeremy sing
-Buy some delicious lemonade and leave out a little side exit

DAY 3 (I didn't attend day 2)

-Get dropped off and RUN to the stage that is the farthest away from the entrance to see Nickel Creek
-Find friends immediately
-Decide to be smart and stand under a tree in the shade
-Wish I could have a picnic
-Start to realize that Nickel Creek is not playing any of my favorite songs and that I only have about 10 minutes left before I have to cut out early to get a good spot for the next band
-Decide Nickel Creek can suck it for only playing their new crap and leave disheartened
-Quickly get over it as I head off to see 30 Seconds To Mars (Jared Leto's band)
-Arrive to find 300 people who also had the bright idea of getting their early.
-Find a good spot anyway
-Thank God that it's not a million degrees out side and...for making Jared Leto so beautiful (Yeah, that was a gag worthy comment, I'm quite aware)
-Totally rock out
-Watch Jared leto climb up 40 feet of scaffolding to sing a song
-Secretly wish that he would fall. Into my arms (Okay, I'm totally joking- I didn't think that at all. I mean, maybe for like a second, but it wasn't any kind of fully developed thought or anything.)
-Text friends during show since no one would come watch it with me
-Go get more lemonade and try to leave out of same little exit
-Get told it's "not an exit anymore" and have to walk 20 miles out of my way to get out of the stupid park
- Go straight to rehearsal


Did anyone else go to Lolla????

I just ate some cheesecake.
I won't even try to deny it.