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why does this always happen to me?

- yes I like to publish obscure rhetorical questions because it's better to post them here than to say them out loud... cause then you get funny looks from people.

Summer Reading

As most of you know, I am a reading-aholic, it doesn't flow as well as alcoholic, but oh well. On a recent trip to Borders, I found that one of my favorite authors (Ally Carter) had put out a new book, I also found two more books and have decided to make a summer reading list.

Better to spend my money on books than on hookers and alcohol.

Book List for Summer 2009

Don't Judge a Girl by Her Cover (Ally Carter)
Fishbowl (by Sarah Mlynowski)
Wake (by Lisa McMann)
Lost in a Good Book (Jasper Fforde)
First Among Sequels (Jasper Fforde)

more to come after some more trips from Borders

I'll most likely spend my days in the library where there's air conditioning

Drunk people make me LOL

So all my grades are in (pretty much) I passed all my classes, thank god! Which means I passes econ! Oh Em fucking Gee I seriously thoguht that I was going to fail. I hate econ, if possible more so than math.

Congrats to Brenda who got second at NCAA Div I Nationals in the 1500m, she's awesome (round of applause)

I've nothing more to say about my dull life, except read the above title.

June Gloom seems to be over [sad face for hot weather] and summer school starts next week, but I'm glad that it will give me something to do and I get to sit in air conditioned buildings for 4 days a week.

SCORE

Let's rock down to Electric Avenue

Bonjour! I have gone to Samy's Camera and learned the basics of developing your own film. My bathroom is going to start morphing into a dark room, and I'll post some of my pictures here.

I know you're all jealous that I'm gonna be walking around snapping pictures with an oatmeal box, but you'll get over it.

Cause really, who wants to walk around with an oatmeal box anyways?

LOVE LOVE LOVE!

The Mystery of the Anonymous Commenter

Hello boys and girls! I've been reading too many Jasper Fforde novels, and have been feeling detective-y (is that a word? Firefox says no)

So I've been left an anonymous comment! (Thank you anonymous commenter!) and my goal is to follow the clues and take finger prints and something with a forensics lab and books worms....

WELL, maybe not. That might only work with Jasper Fforde novels and CSI, sad times....

Oh. I was washing a pot to make mac and cheese in and the water turned off, right after I got the pot all sudsy! So I was walking around the apartment with a soapy pot. It's still soapy so I didn't have mac and cheese.

ONE MORE FINAL! And then I'm buying myself the Sims 3 cause it looks hella tight and I love building things in that game! I had the Sims 2 but all I did was build houses and stuff. Like I'd build a nice house... then move in a family... then get bored and go build another.

Maybe I should be an architect...

time to go study for my last final! Maybe I"ll post a video blog after my last one tomorrow [insert smiles!]

Maybe.

xoxo

"I'm bluffin with my muffin"
- gotta love Lady Gaga

Look Whose Back!

Guess whose back
Back again.
Yes, I'm back
Tell a friend.

you have to sing that in tune to that one Eminem song or it doesn't work.

I think this page of interweb keeps me sane during finals week, cause I have a billion and 1 thoughts swirling around in the vortex of my brain and when you try to add calculus, something explodes and I go completely mental.

Good times in Margarita-ville.

And no, that one had nothing to do with a song.

I apologize for the past few posts, and this upcoming series of posts, because they're going to get more and more bizarre as finals week drags on. And on my last day of finals, I might have a parade.

So look for me and my flower covered car. I'll be sitting on top waving like the Rose Queen.

I'm not sure whose going to be driving...

COVER YOUR EYES!

People make me laugh.
Especially when they live up to my expectations.
Good or Bad.

Ok, I'm done now I promise [smiley face!]

Five things that are on my mind besides my math final:
1. I want to go to color me mine
2. I applied to Borders for the summer, I hope they accept me. I hope Borders Guy shows up.
3. I love V for Vendetta
4. LOL at my homie who is exactly who I thought they were
5. When did I become all 'woe is me' angsty? I need to stop this crap...
6. DANCE PARTY!

now to find some music...
can one dance party to 1812 Overture?
didn't think so...

Goodnight, goodnight, till it be 'morrow.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.

I want to be a conductor.
Not for trains, for music!
And building explosions

I want to shave my head....
ok not really.
I'm really done now.

I've put on my big girl panties and gotten an apple from the fridge. I'm good and done with this.

Am I allowed to say panties on a public forum?
Maybe I should censor it...
COVER YOUR EYES!

Ok, that should about do it [insert smile!]

Should I add another quote?
Good god I could listen to Hugo Weaving's voice all day...

Ok, NOW I'm done.

lies! I think I like to ramble on and on and on. I think there was a literary genre for that kind of writing. Train of Consciousness. Google that shit [COVER YOUR EYES!]. But yeah, story of my life, this is really how my brain works... I go off on random tangents and try to wrap it all pretty with a great big bow to make me seem intelligent.

Is it working?

Maybe I should write another story. Did you notice that I didn't finish my computer eats me one? No, probably not.

I guess I have more readers than I thought, because my counter thingy says that a lot of people come here, so I must be mildly entertaining, amusing, good to laugh at. Whatever it may be it makes me happy.

Oh crap! They're trying to sell me a movie print from V for Vendetta for 200$

If anyone needs a place to hang for like 2 months this summer, I need a fifth roommate. The bonus is that you get to listen to my ramblings all day instead of reading them. I swear it's a lot more funny in person.

"If I had one wish, it would be to see you again."

And now my brain has started singing "See You Again" by Miley Cyrus.

I need to go to bed and stop dance partying.

"Now cracks a noble heart. Goodnight sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."

yes. I quote Shakespeare. so shoot me.
actually, please don't.

Would you... Dance with me?

It's official, I LOVE V for Vendetta. Best movie of all time, I don't think it could ever get any better that that. Humor, explosions, love stories, British people, Hugo Weaving... it's the best.

"Why won't you die!?"
"Behind this mask is an Idea, Mr. Creedy, and Ideas are bulletproof."

OHEMGEE, even though I've seen the movie about 20+ times, I still sigh and swoon with the best of them

"I could see nothing else, until I met you. I fell in love with you Evey. Like I no longer thought I could..."

*sigh*

And then the last scene, where all the Guy Fawkes people are storming through the streets of London... and then ...

"Tell me, do you like music, Mr. Finch?"

This movie is probably the reason I started liking/listening to classical music. And now whenever I hear the 1812 Overture by Tchaikovsky (can't spell that to save my life) I imagine things blowing up in sync with it... LAUGH OUT LOUD !

Love love love love love!

The guy who plays V (Hugo Weaving) has the most beautiful voice I've ever heard in my life. Possibly more swoon-worthy than Michael Crawford!

"BLASPHEMY!" I hear you cry out, pitchforks raised and torches lit.

With a dramatic swoop of my cape (a la Phantom of the Opera and V) I flee to the corner of my room and wrap myself in the comforter hanging from the wall and disappear! (A la Phantom of the Opera and a couple dead Jedi)

Why I have a comforter hanging from the wall in my room? I hear you ask, pitchforks now stowed away safely and torches put out.

Because, I reply from my secure and undisclosed location, I was using it to cover the blinds so that the light wouldn't be let in while I napped. One of the pegs I was using fell out and now its only half up.

"Stop! Get your hand off that lever!"
"No"
"Why are you doing this?"
Because he seduced me with his tres sexy voice! (Oh wait, that wasn't in the movie... that's just me... heh heh... sorry bout that...)
"Because he was right"
About what?"
"This country needs more than a building right now, it needs hope."

I can fill a whole page with quotes I love, but I guess I can settle for watching the movie again. I'll be in the library all of tomorrow studying my cute little arse off for my math final at 6. Come bring me cookies! Or Hugo Weaving's voice. Or the Phantom of the Opera; preferably one who sounds like Michael Crawford... or maybe Hugo Weaving...

No, I'm not obsessed....

DONT JUDGE ME [insert smily face!]

xoxo

Ps...
"Why, a revolution without dancing is not a revolution worth having."

Remember, Remember..

I'm watching V for Vendetta, can you tell? It's my favorite movie ever [insert happy face] Oh! He's doing the monologue with V's, I love this part, I would quote along with him but I don't know the word, but I'll post this bad boy:



do you enjoy music?

Change

And it's a sad picture
The final blow hits you
Somebody else gets
What you wanted again
You know it's all the same
Another time and place
Repeating history
And you're getting sick of it

But I believe in whatever you do
And I'll do anything to see it through
Because these things will change

Can you feel it now?
These walls that they put up
To hold us back
Will fall down
It's a revolution
The time will come for us to finally win
We'll sing hallelujah
We'll sing hallelujah, oh

So we've been outnumbered
Raided and now cornered
It's hard to fight
When the fight ain't fair

We're getting stronger now
Found things they never found
They might be bigger
But we're faster and never scared

You can walk away
Say we don't need this
But there's something in your eyes
Says we can beat this
'Cause these things will change

Can you feel it now?
These walls that they put up
To hold us back
Will fall down
It's a revolution
The time will come for us to finally win
We'll sing hallelujah
We'll sing hallelujah, oh

Tonight we'll stand and get off our knees
Fight for what we've worked for
All these years
The battle was long
It was the fight of our lives
But we'll stand up, champions tonight
It was the night things changed

Can you see it now?
The walls that they put up
To hold us back
Fell down
It's a revolution
Throw your hands up
'Cause we never gave in
We'll sing hallelujah
We sang hallelujah
Hallelujah

Chain Mail Ghost.

As I was perusing youtube, I scrolled through the comments of a lovely Michale Crawford video (swoon) and about halfway down the page, I see a large paragraph that starts with "Once you start reading this you can't stop, sorry..." and I was like BITCHES! So of course the internet gods made sure that I finished the reading the story about some girl who was killed while walking her dog through some forest and when I reached the end, I had about 2.9 seconds to re-post the video, or I would die and so would everyone I knew and the world would end as we know it.

SO of course I run around screaming, "OH SHIT! OH SHIT! for about 2 seconds , leaving me .9 seconds to re-post and save the world.

Ok, no... but really, after I read the first line, I scoffed and scrolled down to keep reading comments about the wonderfull-ness of Michael Crawford's voice (swoon) and then I went to go check my facebook (cause you know, only cool people go on facebook) and then I peacefully went to bed.

The odd whoomping noise coming from my laptop didn't bother me, seeing how I don't really treat it that well (what, with spilling water all over it and such). So I went to bed, not really noticing the the whoomping noise was getting louder and the usually calm blue glow that emitted from my laptop had started to turn a sinister red...

The next day, I flip open my computer and log onto my webmail, but when I click the "login" button, a large crack sounds through my room and throws me back into my seat, and then my screen goes completely black, and before I can even say 'oh fuuck!' a sound like a giant vacuum starts and all I watch in horror as my computer screen gets larger and larger and my rolly chair starts to get pulled towards it.

In a final act of self defense, I grab onto the edge of my desk, my legs are already in my laptop flopping around in teh weird empty space behind my screen, and I scream as my fingers slip. I then grab the next closest things - my makeup bag and a can of macadamia nuts.

'Well I'm screwed' I think to myself as I go flying through my screen and leave my room behind.

(my adventures with chain letters will be continued after I take a shower)

I want to go on an adventure,

Who wants to go with me?

Video Day!

Crossfit

I don't think I'll ever be able to give birth, you want to know why? Because this morning I woke up and wanted to cry from all the pain I was in. My back, my arms, my legs, my stomach, just everything hurts. And all from some damn push-ups, chin-ups, squats, and kettle-bell swings.

I mean, I like crossfit and everything, but when the palm of your hand starts to come off and you can't really tell if your arms are still attatched... thats when it all goes down hill.

It hurts to sleep, it hurts to shower, and if I hold my arm up long enough it starts to shake (long enough being about 10 seconds) so basically it hurts to feed myself as well.

And this is why I love cross country and track.

Blogging

Blogging, instead of inspiring me to write deep, insightful one liners such as - "to live is to breathe, to breathe is to think outside the box," has made me realize that even though I think that my life is incredibly funny and interesting, it really isn't.

I sit down each day eager and earnest to write about my experiences, and when it's finally all typed out and I read it over for embarrassing spelling mistakes I find myself falling asleep with the mere commonality of it all.

I mean, I have nothing interesting going on in my life, I'm not a raging alcoholic, I don't have multiple personalities, there are no axe weilding maniacs out to get me, I don't go to crazy parties.... so what does someone like me entertain the masses with?

I haven't the foggiest - but I can tell all about my weekend :)
Friday: ran the first 10k of my life = hella fun {broke the school record with 36:52}
Saturday: ran my third 5k of the season pr'd by more than 10 seconds with 17:49}
Sunday: watched movies and ate the most unhealthy food I could find

all in all it was bomb.

My Apparently Ex Make Believe Boyfriend.

So, my apparently-ex-make-believe boyfriend, told me to 'blog' about him, and since I have no entertainment value other than the fact I can pull beautifully fabricated stories out of my ass, here I am.

Now, when I say "apparently-ex" I mean that I think we broke up, I remember a conversation with various emoticons and lots of exclamations points, a few 'lols' here and there and a lot of 'hahahahahaha's" (those were mostly mine) and amidst all the chat speak and laughing out loud I think we broke up... which brings me to my next point.

When I say "make believe boyfriend," I don't mean imaginary, because people other than me could see him and I'm not 8. When I say "make believe" I mean he told his dad that we were going out, without notifying said girlfriend in question; ie: me. (was that sentance even proper grammar?)

And when I say, "told his dad that we were going out," what I really mean is, "told me that he told his dad that we were going out." Now the fact that he told his dad may be true or false, but regardless, that fact is the epicenter of this whole confusing mess of hyphens, parentheses, and quotation marks. (And of course a few good LOL's thrown in for good measure)

I'm not sure where this story was going, but I'm going to re-route it much as a plumber would re-route... er... plumbing...

Anyways, I would like to go into detail about the facts of out relationship (when I first wrote that I accidentally typed relationshit and have decided to add it to my vocabulary)and the train of events that led to our breakup, but I really have no idea what was going on, I'm mostly just around for a good laugh.

And I good laugh I be.

Here comes the grammar police after that last one, I better book it before they break down the door and beat me to death with phrases, clauses, and anything other part of the english language I may have abused in the duration of this post.

post script: the BLT turkey wraps from the c-store are disgusting, buy one at your own risk.

Post Post Script: I blogged about you, friend :) smile!

You, sir, are an elephant.

Elephants are the only animal physically unable to jump. This is because of their enormous weight.


"Not a shred of evidence exists in favor of the idea that life is serious." -Brendan Gill

"With a stop light, green means `go` and yellow means `slow down`. With a banana, however, it is quite the opposite. Yellow means `go`, green means `whoa, slow down`, and red means `where the heck did you get that banana?` " - Mitch Hedberg




I like to think I am clever and witty [insert wink here]

Lemon Squares

I have decided to publish my first novel and shall write it here for your viewing pleasure.

Once upon a time there was a girl, we shall call her... Nargaret. Now not only was Nargaret clever and witty, she was also quite awesome. Before she was a year old she had already mastered four languages, and by the time she was 12 she had slayed a dragon and found the Holy Grail. She also liked long walks on the beach. Well not really because the sand was rather hot, and once you got to one place you had to turn around and do the long walk back....

But I digress.

This story is about lemon squares.

Oh, I hear the reader cry, Lemon squares! A metaphor about life! Lemons because when life hands you lemons, you make lemon squares! And squares, because although everyone makes fun on them they are rather important to all aspects of life.

No.

Lemon squares because I say so, and when life hands you lemons you stick them in your bra to make your boobs look bigger.

But once again I digress.

This is a story about lemon squares.

Nargaret had decided to bake a batch of them on a cold tuesday night. The sky was a beautiful hazy color, and the smog had lowered, causing the inhabitants of Riverside to lower their noses into their coats and seek shelter indoors.

After wresting the box out of the hungry clutches of her hair, she settled onto an uncomfortable bar stool and started to read. And after making sure she had the directions right, she started to make the delicious dessert.

Bake for 22 to 26 minutes or until the center doesn't juggle when you shake it and the top is a golden brown.

She paused for a minute, wondering why everything was ready only when it was a perfect golden brown. Maybe, just maybe thats why society was so obsessed with tanning and weight loss, because they considered themselves only perfect when they were golden brown and didn't jiggle when shaken.

Enlightened by this epiphany, Nargaret proclaimed it to all the world in her blog (cause only cool people blog).

"Society's obsession with being thin and tan has nothing to do with the media or Hollywood!" she cried from her balcony with passion, "It's the baking companies! They have driven into our minds that we are only perfect when we are golden brown on the outside and don't juggle when shaken!"

The hobo pushing his loaded shopping cart paused and glanced up at her, a golden halo of light and smog had formed around her, maybe because he was high off his ass, but he raised his fist in acknowledgment and cried out, "Here! Here!"

Nargaret was about to respond when the beeper went off inside, signaling the readiness of her lemon squares, so leaving her one and only follower she went to go give an experimental shake to her treat.

It jiggled. She punched in another four minutes, and when that beeped, she shook the pan again and it juggled still. Another 4 minutes and still it jiggled.

"Why won't it stop jiggling!?" she yelled angrily, throwing her oven mit across the kitchen and having it bounce off the counter and hit her in the leg.

"That's what she said," the small voice in her head responisble for obscene humor said with a slight snigger.

Nargaret laughed as well and punched in another 7 minutes into the microwave timer.

Finally, after too long, the lemon squares were perfect, and ready for their introduction into society where they would be loved, adored and envied for being the perfect shade of golden brown and not juggling when shaken.

The End.

Lucky Color Green

I seriously have nothing to write about. Nothing remotely interesting has happened in my life. How sad is that? I mean usually I have ideas spilling out of my ears and oozing out of every pore (very much like Ebola) but nothing, it's like a giant ass vacuum came and sucked every imaginative dust bunny from my brain.

Very sad.

So instead of writing up a hilarious and witty repertoire* (no I don't know what it means, but it sounds classy) I have come up with another hilarious (and immature) way to induce laughter as was taught to me by my drunk aunt many years ago at a Chinese restaurant.






Yes, I know horribly immature and probably funnier when drunk (or surrounded by drunks in my case), but these are real fortunes that me and my parents got today at PF Changs.


And I'm stealing this from Glamour Magazine:

"I believe in MapQuest, Google Maps, and GPS. Sometimes I get so lost I use all three!"

*rep-er-toire (noun): 1 a: a list or supply of dramas, operas, pieces, or parts that a company or person is prepared to perform b: a supply of skills, devices, or expedients c: a list or supply of capabilities

So it really didn't make sense in the way I used it, but doesn't the sentance just sound brilliant?

Stalking Gerard Butler

So today I realized that I need a hobby. I'm 20 years old and really the only love life I have is Borders Guy whose first name I don't even know, and I actually haven't even talked to him, ok, do I don't have a love life, all I do is run, don't judge me. But I've come up with something to occupy my time and my love. I am going to stalk Gerard Butler.


Lovely man, isn't he? And it's the closest I can get to stalking the Phantom of the Opera, so there we have it. My new hobby.

So i figured that it would be pretty easy, just call him up or something! So I haul ass to the nearest payphone and flip through the pages to the "B" section. Here, cramped in a phone-booth a la Clark Kent, without the changing into a superhero thing, I run into my first hurdle.

You see, I've run track for almost 6 years of my life, and I have come to one of many conclusion, I'm not a hurdler. When faced with a hurdle on the track, I laugh hysterically at the joke my coaches and/or teammates are playing on me and walk around it.

So here I am in a phone-booth laughing hysterically and trying to figure out how to hurdle 3 pages of Butlers, not literally of course. I figure the only thing to do is to start calling. Now though, the question is: my cell phone? or the pay-phone?

Cell phone it is, I have no change.

I rip out the 3 pages and book it back to my apartment thinking dreamily of his scottish voice when he answers the phone and A: asks me to marry him, or B: starts singing Phantom songs. Either would be fine with me.

20 minutes later -

So far, I've contacted 2 Butlers from the list, I think I ordered Italian takeout from one and I had a lovely conversation with the other one, a man named Thomas I think. His first grandaughter was just born and we had a lovely conversation about her. Her name is Madeline and she looks just like her mother when her mother was a baby.

I also got a pretty good recipe for stuffed cabbage from his wife Carrine.

45 minutes later -

I am losing hope, I've called everyone on the first page.... well, the first column on the first page, and none of them were named "Gerard" or even "Gerry." But the Italian food finally came and it's very very good. I'll have to order again some time, now where did I put that number.....

2 hours later -

I've become distracted from my mission. Instead of finishing the first page of the Butlers, I've looked up facts about my beloeved Gerry.

1. born in 1969, ok so he's a little old for me. but age is only a number when it comes to true love!
2. His mother was named Margaret as well! We already have a connection!
3. he may have a girlfriend.... damn....

After that last fact I heated up my pasta left overs and sat my fat ass down on the couch to watch a movie.

Why not TV you ask? Cause we don't have cable in this godforsaken apartment.

Well, as I was watching Laura Croft Tomb Raider: Cradle of Life, and drooling over Gerry's beautiful eyes, I decided to try some more Butlers from the phone book pages.

2 hours later-

I've just put in Phantom of the Opera and sit down to start page 2.

Halfway down page 2, a woman picks up the phone and has an accent that isn't American.

"Hi, is someone named Gerard or Gerry live there?"
"Oh yes, may I ask whose calling?"

....

FUCK!

I scrambled over my couch and land with a thud on the ugly brown carpeting and spill my soymilk everywhere. O well, it couldn't be any uglier. I mean the first week I move in the manager is all 'yeah we'll replace the carpeting!' and I'm all 'sweet!' thinking that they're going to put in some nice beige-y color or something. But no, I walk in and find the exact same color laying across the apartment like a very neatly laid out shit. Really? Is it neccessary to put in the ugliest shade of carpeting ever? I thought my grandparents shag green carpeting was ugly and I was only 10 years old, but this? This is like a giant dog came and craped all over our floor, then a giant cat came and coughed up some nicely mowed fur balls.

Anyways, I digress...

After I hit the floor and my soymilk went flying, I reached up and pressed the pause button on the DVD player, pausing just when Christine is ripping the mask of Gerry's face and is screaming in horror.

Oh Gerry, I would still love you if you were hideously disfigured, just wear that half mask and sing to me.

"Hello? Hello? Are you alright?" I hear the woman's voice over the phone and bring it to my ear.
"Yes, sorry. My... er... dog got loose.... I had to um... catch him before he ate... um... the clicker..."
I hear her laugh over the phone and she repeats her previous question.
"Um, Margaret, tell him Margaret it calling."

I hear her put the phone down and a muffled conversation in the background. I held my breath and hoped for the best.

"Hello? This is Gerry speaking."
"Hi! Gerard Butler?"
"Yes, may I help you?"
"Are you the actor?"
He laughed and I hoped he wasn't laughing at my question.
"I'm sorry, I'm not. But if it makes you feel any better I get that alot."

Fek me. He was fekking American, happily married to a nice British Lady. We had a nice chat though, he was very understanding to my plight and I heard some hilarious stories about his and his wife's pomeranian "Minnie." His wife gave me a recipie for some "wicked snickerdoodles"and they wished me luck in my stalking endevors of the aformentioned actor.

But alas, I think my stalking days, or should I say day, are over. Maybe another time, when I don't have stuffed cabbage and wicked snickerdoodles to make.

Until next time Gerry. Just you wait!

**Disclaimer: "Stalking Gerard Butler" is a work of fiction brought to life by a very bored college student who watched too many movies. It was inspired by a work of fiction I read called "Stalking Alan Rickman" but all the links to it I am finding now are broken. I really hope you have enjoyed a trip to the inside of my jumbled mind and please keep all articles, legs and arms inside the vehicle at all times on your trip back to reality. Thank you and have a good day... er... evening. And please don't worry, I have never, nor probably will never stalk Gerard Butler... no matter how tempted to do so I am.

[insert deep and/or witty title here]

What do you 'blog' about when you have a semi-boring life? I can write about the weather, but it wouldn't be very interesting.

Oh, here we go:

I saw this movie yesterday, and it was surprisingly really good - in French, but good nonetheless. And it's in black and white, but don't worry it isn't one of those old time-y movies, it was made in 2005. Here's the gist of it just in case you want to rent it - So basically a guy is super down on his luck and owes hella money to a bunch of people. So he tries to throw himself off a bridge, but before he does, he sees a tall blonde girl next to him about to do the same. She jumps, and he jumps in after her and saves her life. After pulling her out he asks her why not devote her life to a cause and she chooses him. She helps him raise the money he needs, using... er.... unorthodox methods and yadda yadda yadda. I can't tell you the rest, it's too good. You have to see it yourself.

And there is my totally kick-ass movie review, wasting space on the interwebs and taking up at least 5 minutes of your time.

toodles <3

"Borders Guy"

Dear Borders Guy,

I think I saw you again today at CPK and I think you recognized me too. Too bad we didn't talk (again) maybe next time I see you we will be a Borders again and instead of sneaking glances at each other over bookcases we can actually talk. I think that would be nice, don't you?

Sincerely,
Margaret



Look at me, blogging twice in one day! [my draft just autosaved - nice]. Well I'm sure you're all on the edge of your seats about how my race went, well don't be because it sucked and I was pretty sure that my leg was broken when I finished. It wasn't thank God, but it sure as hell hurt alot. My roommate is watching star wars with the BF and I'm off to bobo land (as Libby says)

And by 'as Libby says,' I mean that I'm referenceing a book with a character named Libby, although it would rock to have a friend named Libby.

And by 'bobo land,' I mean sleep.

And no, you wouldn't be the first to question my sanity.

xoxo

five kay

I'm racing my second 5k of the season today at 5:45 (ish).

"But Margaret!" I hear you say, "Why in God's name are you running a 5k?"
"Because I am on my school's track team!" I reply happily, bouncing up and down in my seat as I do so, sending my glasses crashing to the floor with my enthusiasm.

See, I can write a novel about my life.

So I feel like I'm in shape, not as good of shape as I was in during the cross country season, but good enough to run fast enough.

17:20 is my ultimate goal for the season.
17:30 - 17:45 is my goal for today.

So I'm at my apartment slinging back the waters like an alcoholic without the booze and mentally preparing for the best 12.5 laps of my life! (see that positive energy right there?!) And now I must nap and dream about what I'm having for lunch.

"Ta ta!" I cry and take my glasses off, setting them neatly on the the RocknRolla DVD case and closing my laptop with a quiet snap. Then I unceremoniously pass out into a deep and peaceful 60 minute nap. (My novel writing skills amaze me.)

First Date

Peer Pressure - It's finally gotten to me. My friend started a blog a few months ago and I laughed at him, now here I am, writing and writing and wondering if my life is interesting enough to be written about or even read about.

"This isn't a diary, not in the accepted sense of the term.
I've no intention of sitting down dutifully each day to record tedious details of what I had for breakfast, which gown I ordered from my seamstress, and who said what to whom in the course of rehearsals. It's surly the height of vanity to assume anyone would want to read about your petty, unimportant life a hundred years from now..."
- Christine (Phantom by Susan Kay)


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crap, the italics button is giving me hell.

What do people write on these things anyways? Conspiracy theories? What so and so did to so and so and 'omg that bitch is gonna pay'?

Well, I know that I have a lot of both of those things, more gossip than conspiracy theories. But if you give me enough time I can crap out some good ones, I can probably crap out some good gossip too, but only if I must.

Do people write about what they like and dislike? I like photography and I dislike sharing bathrooms (but you didn't hear it from me).

I have about three 'to-do' lists on my white board, and all three are partially checked off. That's all you need to know about me and trust me - that's a lot for a first date.

-M.