most girls

tonight i put my hair up differently. yes, technically it was still a ponytail... but there was a side part and two (count 'em two) bobby pins involved. le gasp. it only follows that i change my blog template...

favor

hey guys/girls/crocodiles/whoever reads this blog,

i'm finishing my final project for my itp class, which is a website. so if you have some time, could you go here and futz around and check it out and stuff? I'm mostly wanting to know if links work, no formatting errors, etc. plus, you'll all be so much more informed about the indigo girls!


thanks!

arc of time

i was biking home from class today and in front of starbucks an L.A. Fire Department truck was parked right behind a North Hollywood Ice Co. truck.


DOES NO ONE ELSE FIND THIS HILARIOUS?! or at least like ironic? maybe a chuckle?


in other news, i rode the buzz lightyear ride at disneyland four times. which was AWESOME. but, as expected, three times out of the four i looked like a total doofus. here is the picture where we look ok. we posed and wanted to send it to gen as a "haha you couldn't come to disneyland today" but we forgot his email. dang. it would have been so funny.

luncheon

i'm going to edinburgh for the year. also, i hate/love pickles. they are like s & m for my mouth... but soooo good!! (and so horrible!)

"Mending Wall" by Robert Frost

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding.
To please the yelping of dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need a wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences mak good neighbors'.
Spring is mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me-
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."

worldwide pants

cross your fingers/kilts, because at this point i need to get into the study abroad program simply because none of the classes i need to take are open anymore. yeah... that could be not so good...

they call me white chocolate

imagine this: a cute little hamster is walking/scittering (i may have just made up this word, but it sounds right) around his cage, munching on hamster food and little wood pellets, with this cute little eyes, mousy demeanor. and he climbs in his tube structure that he has- an orange and pink one, say.

AND THEN A HUGE STEAMROLLER RUNS OVER HIS CAGE AND HE DIES.

but instead of a hamster it's lindy, and instead of a steamroller it's all the work i have to do. can't i just go back to norcal/wood pellets? i feel overwhelmed.

fat wood

two more things:

first, if any of you were wondering, i had a fantastic time at the a.g.o. invite on friday. highlights include: mark ordering wine and smelling the wrong end of the cork, steve's and my awkward prom picture. it'll be on facebook soon probably. it's a winner.

second, i took my guitar to be fixed because i couldn't get one of the string pegs to come out to change my sixth string. and i take it in to gelb and i explain how the string mechanism works and i've tried a, b, and c, etc., etc. the guy takes it out of a case. takes pliers and just pulls the peg out. puts in a new string, tunes it by ear, proceeds to tune the rest of my strings, and hands it back to me. i think i just got served. which would make it twice now that the gelb music guy had taken pity on me and my guitar, and i got owned by the nice guitar playing man. it's like a burn... but a very musical one.

blessed soil

this one time we had a physics lab that no one finished. not that we didn't have enough time, but that we gave up after a while. no one knew what was going on: us, the lab notebook, the t.a.'s. we were all lost.

which is why it only follows that it is on the practical. WHAT THE HELL FATE.

rest assured

i finally gave in and bought an umbrella. it's light purple. this means two things:
#1: i am $5.40 poorer (but it's purple... so infinitely richer!)
#2: the rain will now stop, because my life is like that sometimes

this post is about bras...

... and is not for the faint of heart/chest.

today i went bra shopping. intentionally. and intentional bra shopping, especially with a top in mind, is just about the best thing ever. next to sunrises and milkshakes and warm puppies. it's a runner-up. bra shopping with an invite dress because all your current bras go up too far and peek out, which is not cool because they are white and cotton.

i went to nordstrom and had the bra lady measure me and be like, "blah blah size blah blah underwire" etc. etc. and now, my boobs look fabulous. well, not now now because i'm wearing one of my hanes bras (the ones i swear by, i have like four or the same style because i love them so much). I guess before i had a "whoa, nelly!" approach. like, as long as they're under control I'm good. but now... knowing how they can shape and lift and (wait for it) separate! it's awesome.

which brings me to my final point: bra parties. we can do it with tupperware (i have!) and i have even heard of botox parties, which is pretty sick i think. but somewhere in that grey area comes bras. and i want to have a bra party. and nordstrom ladies will measure us and we'll all have wonderful bras, even if we want to stick to the non-underwire almost-a-sports-bra kind. it's going to be awesome. and very (snicker snicker) supportive.

rarr

two awkward unflattering pictures. awww heck yes.

runaway run

this rain is sort of bringing me down. not seeing blue skies (from now on!) takes its toll. but i have significantly narrowed down my choices for where i'll go for my (hypothetical) year off: tropics, los angeles, various desert areas. northern europe? nope, sorry, sunshine quotient not met (though the way this week is going l.a. would fail, too).

p.s. 95% finished with crocodile costume, will post pictures soon!!