lad

i’ve been borderline sick the last week or so.  it hasn’t broken into anything full-blown, but i have been blowing my nose and sucking on cough drops and drinking approximately 6 cups of tea a day.   my lips, nose and eyelids are all extremely chapped, and i have a giant zit directly underneath my nose.  so obviously, i am at my absolute cutest.

i’ve also been eating like crap pretty severely.  i’m eating poor people food for lunch, like freeze-dried miso soup and crackers with pb&j.  our corporate office sent us a giant tin of popcorn in four varieties, so that has spiced things up.  also, somehow i’ve managed to drink two milkshakes in the last two days (or half of each, but still, remarkable) and at least a third of a monkey bread during the debate on tuesday.  the debate was good; my bowels are not.  i get paid tomorrow and plan to spend as much of it as is necessary to get some fresh veggies to gnaw on.

in all of the classrooms at work, there is a yard of red carpet covering the bottom part of the wall.  sometimes on my lunch hour (and particularly this week because i’ve been drowsy) i’ll go back there and sleep and have weird lucid dreams about work.  i typically wake up much worse off than when i went back there.  the rooms are great, though, and each has their own thermostat.  so i plan to spend this winter like i did last winter - bringing a sweatshirt and coat back there, cranking up the heat to like 80, curling up on the floor and shivering as the temperature slowly rises, finally getting to comfortable just as my break ends.

whoops

i forgot i had a blog. 

only a few things have been happening.  we saw stereolab and the walkmen last week, both at cat’s cradle.  both really fun and inspiring and energetic.  i’ve discovered that i tend to have a much better time at shows if i remember to bring earplugs and stay sober.  that’s because i love music and hearing more than i love falling over and going deaf.  i haven’t uploaded photos yet, and none of them are spectacular, but i’m sure that will come soon.

i’ve also been obsessed with how incredible it’s always sunny in philadelphia is (a little late, i realize, but hype was slow on this one).  and i’ve always been a danny devito fan in general, because he seems like a salty uncle.  so that’s how i came to the conclusion that i will be danny devito for halloween. 

because he’s so fun!

spur

yesterday i drove to washington, d.c. and today i drove back.  i decided about a week ago that i was going to do it.  basically i have been stressing out about every single facet of my life, and then thinking about how i’m being stupid for stressing, and then stressing out about how i’m stressing when i shouldn’t be stressing and what the hell, right?

so my solution, as always, was to drive for 10 hours for 20 hours of hanging out with farah.  that’s what best friends are for, to give you a destination when you want to get in a car and drive for a long time and have a place to sleep at the end.

we spent last night eating pizza, drinking wine out of the house, buying cds, drinking wine in the house, listening to cds, and watching the muppet movie.  and sleeping.  and then we spent this morning doing yoga, eating eggs and toast and hanging out with my brother.

and the only picture i took was of this horse:

you have to understand that this horse was having the best time i have ever seen a horse have in my entire life.  he kept sticking his head out of the window like a dog, and his lips were going CRAZY flapping in the wind.  this was on a section of 95N right on the other side of richmond, in a small pocket of nice weather.  i called janel and left her a voicemail about it.  i was laughing out loud, in the car by myself, watching this horse and his mouth doing their things.  there were two other horses in the trailer, too, but they just hung out inside like a couple of losers.  it made this horse seem even awesomer.

baby, baby

i finally got fisheye film developed from about a year ago.  i am basically the quickest person off the blocks you’ve ever seen.  can you blame me?  tell me you wouldn’t get distracted every single day.

oh, too saccharine

visual evidence.

i discovered another flavor of 5 gum that slipped under the radar with the shipment of cobalt we got last week.  it’s berry flavored, and basically tastes like sucrets, with the usual aspartame aftertaste.  completely disgusting, if you needed that translated.  oh, and it’s called elixir, which is another complete turn-off.

then, when i got home, i realized that lyle had bought a small treat.  sunkist strawberry!  i remember drinking a can of sunkist strawberry (or maybe it was out of a two-liter) when i was a kid at a pool party where i may or may not have drowned slightly.  i don’t have much of a memory other than being in the deep end and being scared and then being out of the pool, and sunkist strawberry, but i’m taking the lack of distinct memory as further evidence of drowning.

anyway, naturally, i cracked open a can and mixed it with organic vodka from the mid-west.

also, and this is just a small joke, these pro-high fructose corn syrup commercials are the most hilarious things on tv, at least until 30 rock comes back on.

cha ching

i impulse bought a delightful pair of shoes today at lunch.  well, i mean, i really liked them and i tried them on and immediately swooned over them and they are vegan and comfy and tall and shiny and red.  which is basically everything i’ve been looking for in a shoe for life.

i will go so far as to say that j-41 shoes are the best product chrysler has ever put on the market.

change your look

some of you had questions about the last picture i posted.  let me explain - as a child/preteen/teenager, i regularly partook in the aztec secret indian healing clay facial.  as a result, i had surprisingly soft and zit-free skin as a child/preteen/teenager.  in fact, much better skin than i currently have as a grown-ass woman.  so i decided the difference, since i moved out of my parents’ house, is that i haven’t been doing facials nearly as much.  and weaver street market carries the goods, so i decided to remedy the situation.  so there you have it.

anyway, the point of this post is gum.  my company has a partnership with wrigley’s, who apparently comes out with ridiculous amounts/varieties of gum.  and then they send it all to us.  so far we have the following varieties.

in order of deliciousness it goes:  1.  orbit white bubblemint; 2.  wrigley’s 5 cobalt; 3.  wrigley’s 5 rain.  we got 4 full cases of bubblemint back in march.  we’ve been chewing (each of the 4 workers in my office) a big-e-pak (60 pieces) every 3 or 4 days since then.  and we still have two full cases left.  my jaw feels very defined.  then, in june, they shipped us 5 cases of rain flavored gum.  it is secretly spearmint.  it’s pretty gross.  then, today, they shipped us 4 cases of cobalt flavored gum.  it is peppermint, and it tastes pretty good, but pretty standard.  i’m not a fan overall of wrigley’s 5 brand gum, but we have a ton of it.  the point is that you most likely will never need to buy another stick of gum if you ask me nicely and i can sneak some out of the office.

and for the record, i hate gum.

going for gold

i look extra lesbian today (read:  boxy and monochrome) and i’m about to go to a women’s professional billiards match on my lunch break.  oh yes.  i am gunning for it.

countdown

one of my top-five favorite things (the order isn’t set - i’d have to do some work) is coming home after dancing and taking a shower before bed.  i never take night-time showers and something about dance sweat is special.  it is the only type of sweat you can really get at 3am with any dignity still intact.  and it isn’t a dance night without osiris and/or me getting some sort of compliment on our dancing, which happened tonight.

so i have said all that is necessary.

fair:balanced

for this week, the rnc is on the tv.  it’s only fair.  the last one i watched from the street outside the convention center, so this one is a little different.  i feel like there isn’t as urgent a need for me to be out there, marching my feet to a bleed and yelling my horseness.  mostly because everyone now is saying with inside voices what i so greatly needed to yell four years ago.  and that, i think, is progress.  or maybe i’m just looking in the right places for my own mental well-being and am ignoring all of those outlets that regularly make a point of infuriating me.

so, for now, i will sit on my throne and think of the future.  and i will think of science and the long history of animal/human triumph that has led from where life started to where i sit right now.  there is an obvious lineage.