Go U

Today is Oprah's birthday!!!! She's a little older, & still just as annoying!


Oprah was funnier when she was fat

Last night the moon must've been aligned with the earth or sun or mars or whatever the phrase is, because Union beat Harvard. Actually, I have no idea how the hockey team is doing this year, maybe it was par for the course. A bunch of us went out to watch the game though, and there were so many Union fans there, that it sort of felt like old times. Except we were sober, and people have real jobs. Union fans were still just as origal though...the most common thing I heard yelled at Harvard fans was "Go study!"


So Losure heads off to Texas tomorrow, and I'm happy to admit that he didn't break or spill anything (that we know of)! Good job Losure!

My head is feeling very heavy...

Who's the stupid now?

Today is the day. Everyone's favorite Minnesotan turned Texan arrives.


Hooray indeed.

Breakout the gateway beer, hide the children & anything breakable. It's time to get Losured.

Theo.

My other boyfriend (just kidding Tommy B.) is back!!




I really, really love him.

Tomorrow is back to school day for me. I get to kick it off with 6 hours of class. I'm thrilled. It's my last semester of real classes.

FOREVER!

I hope my kind, sweet, and thoughtful roommates are giving me presents to honor the special day...

24 is not just the name of the hit tv show.

Today is the 24th anniversary of the day Kate burst into the world. And as her roommate for 3ish years, I can tell you that she's only gotten better with age. She's sweet, charming, adorable, & bitterly sarcastic. And boys (and girls--sometimes, especially when she's drunk) she's single.

We had a little party 9 acadia style for her tonight...


We had not one, but two cakes. Mmmmmmmm.



Gillian got kind of rammy.






And Kate got the perfect crown!!!



It was kind of funny that it was 50 degrees for like all of January, and then it snowed on Kate's birthday. (Just kidding kate, it wasn't funny at all). I really enjoyed the last week of really warm temps, and it got me really excited for winter to be over and for spring to start. But even though Kate was miserable when she woke up and saw the snow, I was a little bit happy to make a return to winter. I went skiing last week and there was running water on the edge of the trails, which was weird and made me have to pee. Which is a pain when you have snowpants on.


Hmm well anyway, happy birthday to the bestest roommate. Just kidding gillian. Just kidding Kate.

It's a hard knock life

Today I booked a trip with spags to Sanibel Island in March. The way I figured it, government loans that are supposed to pay for me to live while I'm in grad school are already paying for me to get drunk, so why shouldn't they also pay for me to get drunk in a warm place after spending the day on the beach? I'm very excited, because I haven't been on a vacation in awhile. Let me correct that...I haven't been on a vacation that hasn't been in my apartment/house in awhile. I'm also excited because this will be my second vacation with Kate, and I remember the last time we went to Florida together. I tried to find a picture from that trip with Kate at the beach wrapped up in a towel and sweatpants and looking like she wanted to kill me for taking the picture, but all I could find was a picture of Colleen and me, I think in Captiva.



And while I'm sharing pictures, here's my current activity to keep me entertained: I've kind of learned how to knit! I still don't know what to do with the little strands from when I switch colors, so right now they're just hanging off, like side-fringe.



So one last thing for this post...I've finally been doing a better job about running consistently...which has made me realize how desperately I need some good songs to listen to on my ipod during said running. So I'm asking...even pleading, for your suggestions....because right now I'm downloading "The sun will come out tomorrow." It reminded me of new years.

Sing about Martin, Sing about caring, Sing about peace....All around the world

I thought it was mildly appropriate, given that it's MLK day, to share the lyrics from an MLK song I learned in school when I was 7 or 8, and has been stuck in my head on and off for the past 16 years or so (as my roommates can delightfully attest to). The best part of this song is that it's a call & answer sort of song. So you sing "sing about Martin," and then the other half repeats it. But then you can also change it up, like I also do often, so that it's "sing about kate, sing about brokers, sing about csl's, all around porter square." And so on and so on.

I'm watching the golden globes, and i'm really excited because pierce brosnan is there, and has shaved off all facial hair, and is either wearing makeup or has had plastic surgery in the past few weeks. Either way, he doesn't look as scary.

I had a decent long weekend, which really didn't feel much different from the rest of my vacation, except that my roommates were here too. Jeremy's birthday was Saturday, and I'm really excited to try out the presents we got him (hint hint).

I finally got the hang of knitting, and I spent a huge chunk of today working on my scarf. I might take a picture of it later, because I have to admit that I'm really impressed with myself--both that I can do it, and that I haven't gotten bored with it yet.

By the way, if you haven't been introduced to the amazing talent that is Nicholas Sparks, I suggest you experience his genius firsthand asap.


the ladies flock to JBD

oh no!

I just figured out part of the reason why the new look of Pierce Brosnan is creeping me out so much. Compare the following yourself.





Sure, Brosnan combs his hair, and it looks like he uses some hair products, but I don't think Saddam had a lot of space for Paul Mitchell's collection inside his spider hole.

Whenever I try to listen to the words in songs, then I get confused about what the song means

I don't really understand why, but it seems like a lot of athletes think they're above the law. As I sit with my hair dryer aimed at my head for 15 minutes every morning, I have a few regular sites I check out, including espn.com. This morning four of the 9 or 10 headlines were about athletes who were in trouble...including the nfl player who spit in the face of another player and a college football player who pulled a gun on a group of teenagers (actually, an ex-college football player since he was kicked off his team last week for unsportsmanlike conduct and off the field legal stuff). It really makes you appreciate hot, i mean classy, guys like Tom Brady.

And speaking of Mr. Brady, he had quite the good game on saturday night, and even though no one really wanted to watch it here, Kate got into it for a quarter or so by making a drinking game out of it, and the always dependable Molly was drunk and texting throughout the game :)


Last night I was tired, and played to go to bed around 11, but then I saw that THE Kristin Cavallari was going to be on David Letterman. So I stayed up through the news, and made it until 11:30. I knew it would be a good interview, since Letterman referred to her at the beginning of the show as Christine and Christina. Sadly, I fell asleep during the commercial break right before she came on. And now I'll never know the truth about the real Laguna Beach (the real O.C.).

T minus two hours till game time

"A four year old on a blind date" (thanks Jeremy):

6:10 p.m. Struggle over what to wear: the Armani or the OshKosh. Settle on the OshKosh to project playful persona. Add touch of macho with Bob the Builder ball cap.

6:37 p.m. Go through checklist: wallet, keys, wet wipes, shoes on correct feet.

6:56 p.m. Arrive at date's apartment. Date turns out to be tall, voluptuous brunette who smells like fabric softener. Stare at breasts, hungrily. Say, "I'm hungry."

7:10 p.m. Chitchat about weather, jobs, bunnies, WMDs, ice cream. Mistake potpourri for munchies.

7:25 p.m. Prepare to leave for restaurant. Ask date to help zip coat. Date looks uneasy at offer to "hop into my shaggin' wagon" until she sees it actually is a wagon.

7:43 p.m. Arrive at restaurant. Get haughty with waiter for not offering booster seat quickly enough. Order drinks: a highball and a hot chocolate. Ask incredulously, "You ordered an eyeball?"

7:47 p.m. Awkward silence. Ask passing waiter for crayons. Breadbasket arrives. Pile on plate, making house of Melba toast. Battle ensues between knife and fork. Quietly go "Ah-h-h-h-h!" as fork plummets to its death off edge of table in slow motion. Date excuses herself to freshen up.

7:53 p.m. Date orders salmone al cartoccio. Dump handful of change on table and ask, "How much will this buy?" Settle on hamburger and french fries.

8:02 p.m. Conversation starter "I like puddles" goes nowhere. Crawl under table.

8:08 p.m. Meals arrive. Complain to waiter that hamburger has pickles on it and that you don't like pickles and that you don't want it. Date suggests just removing pickles. Argue that pickles have touched the hamburger. Realize that date just doesn't get it and that this isn't going to work out.

8:40 p.m. Finish eating in silence, except for occasional singing to self. Spill hot chocolate while making salt and pepper shakers dance the hokey-pokey. Say, "Oopsies!" Date claims headache, takes a pass on attending 9:10 showing of Chicken Little.

8:47 p.m. On way home, impress date by accurately identifying the colors of passing cars.

8:56 p.m. Escort date to door. Date declines your request to see her bedroom. Announce "Hugs!" and leap into date's arms. Wave bye-bye and say, "Night-night. Have a good sleep."

9:16 p.m. Arrive home and call buddy. Inform him that "she's my girlfriend and I'm going to marry her." Lie about getting some "tickle action." Describe date as a "MILF."


Happy birthday, Katie Couric!

I love her. Almost as much as Gill loves oprah.



Before she suddenly became blonde.

Go Pats!!!!!

I just became an avid milk drinker


Go get 'em Christian


Go team

Abra-cadabra

I think Pierce Brosnan is one of the most attractive people in the world. Well, I did when he looked like this:


But today I saw him in two interviews because he has some movie coming out, and he has grown really disturbing facial hair for a movie he's doing in Mexico. He looks like this:





When did he suddenly age like 20 years? What happened to the dark hair, the eyes, the little eye wrinkles that were just around his eyes and crinkled when he smiled? I was really horrified to see him looking like this...wasn't The Thomas Crowne Affair just like 4 or 5 years ago? Why do people have to get old and die, whyyyyyy???

I luckily caught the last 5 minutes of The View this morning, just in time to see Star Jones before she actually disappears off of the planet. Oh my god, that woman will not stop losing weight. Except she doesn't even look good...she looks like she's supposed to be sort of on the bulkier side...granted, not her previous 512 lbs, but not 105 either. Her head is still sort of large, though shrinking, which only makes her eyes seem to bulge out more. Freaky. Catch her on her show before she vanishes all together!!

Too much daytime TV in the brain

This wasn't any big surprise.

You Are 12 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

As I was clicking the answers about liking candy & liking to run around in circles, I was pretty sure I would be 8 or 9. I'm sort of impressed that I scored 12.

The last time I drove to the Ghetto Basket, I got in a car accident in the parking lot. So I planned to give my Explorer her grand return to the parking lot today because a)Food stamps are handed out at the beginning of the month and it's nuts for the first few days, so I figured I'd miss that rush, b)because it was going to rain/snow today so I thought less people would venture out, and c)because I knew I could roll out of bed and go first thing in the morning, when all of the people who don't work 9-5 jobs are still hungover and sleeping it off. It was the most fantastic decision I've ever made in my life. I'm pretty sure I've never seen Ghetto Basket so empty ("empty" being relative, ti was still a zoo, just not quite the usual mad house). But it was amazing...I was able to walk up and down any aisle that I wanted! I didn't have to wait 15 minutes in line to pay! I could actually just stroll around the store & appreciate Mariah Carey on the radio.

Plan C

I'm not saying it's a great idea but...

One of my roommates mentioned the other day that they have no idea why people ever used coat hangers to...um, get rid of an unwanted baby. And while I think there are better options, I can still see why it seemed like a decent idea in the 60s and before. Not everyone can fill out a form online & have a doctor from FL call in a precription for Plan B at your local CVS. I'm not naming names though.

Even when I'm on vacation I always feel like there's something that I need to do, even if it's just running some errands. I decided I really needed a day to do absolutely nothing, and I chose yesterday to do that. I stay in pajamas until 6ish when I went for a run, which was the only thing I did all day. I didn't take my first shower of the day until almost 8. It was incredible, and sort of did the trick, since today I had the urge to get my day going and get some stuff done right when I woke up, rather than keeping my PJs on to eat breakfast, watch the today show, sit on my bed & look out the window, have a snack, etc.

Time for bed, I've got another busy day on my plate tomorrow. Uh, sort of. Plus, I was already kicked out of the pima.

This is to make Gillian happy

All is quiet on New Years Day

2006!!!
















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