little grumpyface :)

 

Look at the cutie little cherubs in the back!

lifesaver:

I love my inhaler. Asthma attack #3 this week, YAYYY. I actually have 143 puffs left on my inhaler, which is plenty, as I only use 2-3 puffs per attack. 

GOD, I am so ready for this allergy season to be over. Sinus infections, migraines+nausea, asthma attacks... Mother Nature, you're so harsh this year :( 

WHO'S READY FOR THE ROYAL WEDDING, GUYZ?!

I AM SECRETLY (OR NOT SO SECRETLY) EXCITED TO SEE A RECAP OF THE EVENTS. I am certainly not crazy enough to stay up/wake up at 3 a.m. for the festivities, but you can bet I'll have the news on as I eat breakfast and type out my daily tech news tracker!

Also, I still get excited about princesses and I listen to J. Bieber on a nearly daily basis. 12 years old at heart, maybe?

apparently i'm going to keep trying to rewrite my version of "little red riding hood" until i get it right

The scraps of another beginning:

-------------

I am ill.

In the brush behind our backyard, where Mama hangs our laundry – stiff, oatmeal colored sheets and long stockings – I can see the bramble and the darkness growing.

Mama says, Don’t dawdle, now. Bring those inside.

I walk through the grassweeds in my bare feet, fingers stained with berry juices. My insides feel pale. I have not collected enough; the berries roll around at the bottom of the pail, collecting dust and splinters from the firewood I carried earlier.

Inside, my shoes sit by the doorway, the red velvet matted, the soles scuffed and worn. When I wear them, my feet look like garish red fish, flitting through a spring. Now, though, my feet blister and bleed when I squeeze into them, leaving stains on my sheets that Mama scolds me for. She calls this - as well as my flaxen hair and red cloak – a mark of my vanity.

The shoes and cloak were gifts from Grandmother, I remind her.

Hmph, she scoffs. She favors you so that you will end up spoilt like milk.

She compares me to milk or cream often, pinches my fair skin until dark bruises show. I look too much like my father, she says. I wish I had some photo to compare us, but he wandered into the woods a long time ago and never returned. Mama says he abandoned us for another family.

What about the wolves? I ask her. They say that unwitting travelers who do not know the woods well are often lured into the woods by beautiful strangers, wolfmen and wolfwomen who can carve out a heart without wasting a drop of blood.

those tights, oh myyyy

 

via homerunballerina

new baby and new ipad in the family!!!

boys.

Brother: So I realized something really weird about my friend M today. Whenever he's checking out a girl, he makes animal noises.
Me: Ew. Like ow-ow wolf howl noises? That's tacky.
Brother: No, like real animal noises.
Me: Ruff ruff?
Brother: Yup. And meowwww meow. And baaaa too. Once he even made chicken noises. It's freakin' awkward.
Me: How creepy.
Brother: Oh no, it's not creepy because I don't think the girls ever notice.

I want this song played at my funeral:

clearly I am delirious. FUZZY FUZZY CUTE CUTE. GOODNIGHT.

fashion in saigon, 1960s

give me a vespa and a mod minidress.

this was when/where my mother was born. weird.

note to self: there are times when dragging yourself to the gym is admirable. however, when you have been experiencing chills, nausea and a throbbing headache all day, that is NOT the time to go to a dance aerobics class. especially because nothing says 'eating disorder' to the rest of the world like vomiting in a gym bathroom.

fun times.

i think i'm going to take a benedryl before bed tonight. sitting outside on a windy day in the midst of allergy season without my usual morning zyrtec was apparently the WORST IDEA EVER.

other note to self: consider living in a bubble until the pollen storms die down.

ca-phe sua da

Always makes me feel shaky, nauseous, light-headed, bloated, etc etc. But my dad used to sneak bits of it into my milk in the morning when I was younger, and I have always been completely addicted to it. IT'S SO GOOD. All of the ill-effects are worth it, at the end of the day. That reminds me, I need to stock up on some more of that instant coffee next time I go to Lion's - the only instant coffee I'll ever love.

In other news, I am embarrassed to say that I am TOTALLY INTO DANCE AEROBIC CLASSES. Another notch to my yuppie (circa 1980) belt, apparently. Whateva. I'm looking forward to my UJam class (I know, don't laugh), a nice healthy dinner, a long shower, and perhaps the beginning of a movie on Netflix tonight. My life has become so predictible, but mostly in a good way.

I'm still occasionally panicked by how fast time flies when you're working (and how incredibly uneventful it is), but then, who's to say that schooling was more eventful? More dramatic, perhaps, but I feel like I can see myself making actual progress while I'm at work, which is a strange, strange feeling that I never really encountered while in school b/c everything was always so different - there was never really a baseline to compare things to. However, now I can see myself becoming more efficient, more refined in my awards/speaking submission abstracts, etc etc. WEIRD.

Also, I need to apply to community college classes for Fall in the next week?! UGH. Must choose something I won't regret NOW. Piano lab, perhaps? I miss it....

tiny clothes for my cousin's tiny baby!

EEEE HE'S SO CUTE I WANT TO SHOP FOR HIM FOREVER. 

reason to feel old #109:

I just checked and I have an upcoming high school reunion on August 20. WHAT!?

end of holy week. hallelujah. 

i love confetti egg

Now I have to sweep up in my room. 

happy easter darlings!

dancey dance dance music

Peter, Bjorn and John - Second Chance from Peter Bjorn and John on Vimeo.

NEW BABY PHOTOS IN MY INBOX

OMG. So excited for all the new nephews in the family. They're adorable! I can't wait to play babysitter :P

for april:

building poem #1

in our backyard
we built an arbor of pine and maple
our house guests amused, called it
an unfinished gazebo

where we sanded in
cooling light, heard cedar creatures
creep under our floorboards
making rest

when we called ourselves
carpenters, fricative woodpeckers
and our guests stayed on
low murmurs

their eyes turning bright
the sky still above us untamed

pretending to have short hair, missing it terribly.... :(

MY LITTLE BROTHER'S IPAD IS HERE.

It's so cool. I almost wish I had bought it for myself rather than for him. Hehe, just kidding. Still, I think I beat out any competition I may have had in the "best high school graduation gift" department. Also, I get to play with it whenever by arguing, "I PAID FOR IT" even when I want to do frivolous things like play Angry Birds.

aerosole boots, goodwill lace dress

I'm confused by this in-between weather. I'm excited for warm spring weather to be here, and for all the bums to emerge at the park across from my office. it's weird to be looking forward to summer, and yet not have a summer break to anticipate. 

beautiful.

further proof that i'm getting old:

I now buy my shoes from Aerosoles. Because back tension is just so tiresome, isn't it? 

my friday night:

soup dinner and stations of the cross at st. christopher church. good god, someone save me from the hell that is holy week.

Hipster animals

So apparently, my cousin directed "Vietnam's biggest box office hit of all time!"

I probably won't see this for another year. 

typical.

vid chat dates and an angry bird cake pop. apparently, my cousin scored a whole bouquet of these from his gf for their anniversary (so many cake pops!). i also have a domo one :) 

love

One day, you wake up and you realize that all your friends, both near and far, have turned into yuppies. And then you realize that in many ways, you are becoming one too. And then you go to Whole Foods and debate your next "healthy snack" plan and look for the receipt for your exercise ball because you want to exchange it for a larger one. And you start stocking up on blazers and cardigans and telling strangers how your Kindle purchase "changed your life."

so tiredddddd

I need all cooking videos to be just like this one:

My New Roots - How to Cook Quinoa from My New Roots on Vimeo.

easy as pie

Mai-Chi and I made custard fruit tarts tonight. They were tasty and suuuuper easy. I don't think it even counted as baking if all we did was whip up some custard and arrange fruit artfully. Ready-to-bake pie crusts are the best invention ever, I'm convinced.

BB makes me think "baby" but now also "briefing book."

I hope this week isn't as terrible as I think it's going to be, aka week of many projects due plus being dragged to church daily in a "holy week" that culminates in 3-hour Easter vigil mass.

Oh lordy, lordy.

tiny pies

Kyle and I baked this weekend! Blueberry & apple pies, yum. Unfortunately, I didn't get to eat any of the apple pies because my family snatched them all up :(. Oh well........

Love this kid. The judgmental teenage girls in the back are pretty good too.

IT'S FRIDAY, FRIDAY, GOTTA GET DOWN ON FRIDAY.

my version of "wear your sharks colors to work" day:

Honestly, I kind of suck at these spirit dress-up days. I don't even think that's the right shade of teal.

see you there :)

file under "crazy things that you normally wouldn't believe, but MUST exist b/c there is a wikipedia page"

Abortion-doping: the rumored practice of purposefully inducing pregnancy then abortion for athletic performance-enhancing benefits.

WHATTTT. 

LUST.

Maybe someday I can justify these. SIGH.

I'm sure you've all seen the unbelievable outrage inspired by the heartwarming J. Crew ad in which a mother paints her son's toenails. NBD, right? I mean, I used to dress my brother up in my frilly old dresses, and I'm sure there are plenty of little boys out there who paint their nails.

But of course, Fox News has to publish an incredibly offensive article about all the things that are wrong with this ad, namely that it's some sort of propaganda for a homosexual agenda.

Dr. Keith Ablow, who is supposedly a psychiatrist (but clearly a judgmental, homophobic one) says some choice things in his article:

"Yeah, well, it may be fun and games now, Jenna, but at least put some money aside for psychotherapy for the kid—and maybe a little for others who’ll be affected by your “innocent” pleasure.

This is a dramatic example of the way that our culture is being encouraged to abandon all trappings of gender identity—homogenizing males and females when the outcome of such “psychological sterilization” [my word choice] is not known." 

Are you kidding, Dr. Ablow? What the hell does psychological sterilization even mean? Later on in the article, he basically says that gender homogenization and equality are leading women to feel more comfortable having sex instead of employing the traditional "feminine brake" on this kind of behavior. He also has the nerve to say that this ad points at a movement toward a culture in which "neither gender" will be comfortable being a parent. What? Where did you get that from a little harmless nail polish? And what do you have against gender equality?


He then makes the leap to a snide comment about how personal grooming choices are actually insidious:

"Maybe we’ll all have shiny, colored lips, though, and pierced ears and perfect eyebrows and mommies who get applause from their J. Crew friends at the park for parading their sons through the streets in costume."

I really how no words for how misguided and intolerant this man is. I mean, really.

IS ANYONE ELSE FOLLOWING THE LONG ISLAND SERIAL KILLER CASE AS CLOSELY AS I AM?!

I can't wait until they catch the person. It makes me feel sick (and sickeningly fascinated) just to read about the increased body count each day. Also, why are all serial killer suspects described as a white male, highly intelligent, between the ages of 25-40?

Also, I find it intriguing that serial killers are always dubbed something in the media. For the past few weeks, I've been reading it as the "Long Island killer," which seems pretty standard, but today I read an article in which he was referred to as "The Oyster Bay Butcher." It seems like a mythology is starting to emerge. 

I've been using straight vaseline for so long that I forgot the delightfulness of using a flavored lip balm. I hate vanilla + dessert flavored things usually (so weird!), but I love citrusy things, so the latest lip cream I'm using, a lemon pomegranate flavored one from Bath & Body is quite refreshing. Thanks, Annie!

I also need to go pick up a mint one now. I like those too - they're tingly!

Glee

When you gonna be back in my life? :(

I finally watched "Never Let Me Go," and I have to say, it wasn't as bad at all. As a fan of the novel, I had feared that it was going to be completely mauled in the film adaptation, but I thought that the movie captured the correct tone and feeling of the novel, and on top of that, it was such a pretty film to watch.

The only nitpicky things I had were that I wished more time had been spent at Hailsham, as that was the most interesting/ beautiful part of the movie for me. Of course, there was more of an emphasis on romance in the film, as there always is, but it wasn't quite as heavy-handed as I had feared. However, I was disappointed to see that the relationship between Kathy & Ruth was glossed over in favor of exploring the relationship between Kathy & Tommy, which was decidedly less interesting.

Overall, I thought it was a decent adaptation of the book, though.

I spend my hard-earned money on confetti eggs

By the way, would you like to see the box that my confetti eggs came in? Because they packaged them very very carefully....

That box for that carton of eggs. I know. 

I Believe I Can Fly cover

Used to listen to these guys in middle & high school. I've been listening to nothing but them for the past week or two after a nearly eight year hiatus!

I just did my first zumba class and my legs are shaking! It was really fun, a really intense workout (which is something I'm not accustomed to). I'll probably do it again in the future, maybe even tomorrow if I'm not completely sore/lazy.

I will go shower and eat and collapse now.

3.5 hours of sleep and I still have my gym bag packed and in the trunk of my car

One one hand, I think this is just misguided optimism, and that as soon as the working day is over, I will simply collapse, but on the other hand, I really want to try Zumba! WHAT TO DO.

another tidbit from the story

First draft COMPLETE. 10 pages single-spacing; I feel incredibly productive and incredibly exhausted. Let me know if anyone wants to read and provide some feedback, hint hint ;).

Here's another little snippet from it:

I thought, since when did he say "man" in that colloquial way? There was a time when I could recognize his syntax on an answering machine message or a book report he hastily typed out. There was a time when we had lain in bed together for hours, intoxicated with each other's sentences. I had written words on his back on Sunday mornings. We are love, the finely grained salt of the earth. In turn, he'd lead the cold tip of a marker over the nape of my neck. You beautiful bruise, you. We were young, unnecessarily wordy, newly married. It seemed as though everything was possible. 

Later on, we would twist those words and hurl them at each other. And later yet, there would be no words. Once, in a fit of cliché, I threw a plate across the kitchen, narrowly missing Evan's head. He stared at me, wounded, but said nothing. In that moment, I knew there were no more words left to throw. The entire vocabulary of our relationship had been depleted. 

And here we were, reduced to idle chitchat over phone choices while in line for coffee. I smiled helplessly.

"It's the end of an era."

I will be so sleepy tomorrow, but I have started a new writing project!!! Just a short(ish) story, but here is an excerpt from it. It's tentatively titled "Where We Were." Here is a little bit taken from the semi-beginning (second page, maybe?). Let me know what you think:

My mother was dead. 

I was twenty-eight years old, a divorcee, and now I was motherless. 

My eyes hurt when I thought of this, so I put on my sunglasses as I drove down the winding road to my parents' house. My father's house now. I was thankful for once that my father was rigidly unemotional; if he had broken down, I would not have been able to support the both of us. In the past few days, we had skirted around each other in the house politely, as though we were both houseguests. At breakfast, he would be on the phone confirming obituary details with the local paper while I trimmed the endless stream of flowers and placed them into vases. And yet, even when surrounded by the scent of lilies and condolences, neither of us mentioned to each other that she had died.

"Lisa," he'd say as we sat on the couch together at night watching reruns of Law and Order, neither of us able to fall asleep. "Do you think we should invite the Parkers to the event?" 

He always referred to it as "the event," as though we were staging a circus act instead of burying her. 

"I think so," I'd say, wrapping my blanket around my arms. I had been cold since I had heard the news. "I can call Mrs. Parker tomorrow morning. I'm sure they were planning on coming anyway, but it'll be nice to invite them." 

He'd grunt, and that would be that. 

I wondered what he did when we both went to bed. I didn't sleep much at night, preferring to catnap during the day between the errands I had to run in order to prepare for the funeral. At night, I sat in my childhood bed, frozen by the familiarity of it all. 

It was here that my mother had tucked me into bed nightly when I was a child, here that she had curled my hair for me when I went through a phase in middle school, here that I had stood impatiently as she altered her wedding dress to fit me. "I can't believe it - it's seventies vintage!" I had gushed on the phone to a college friend, still young enough to find aged clothing cool rather than sentimental. "I feel like Jane Birkin or something." 

And it was here that she had held me as I sobbed over my broken marriage, blindsided by the way things had turned out. 

My parents had both liked Evan when I brought him home during my first semester break home from college, flushed with happiness. But my mother in particular had taken to him; they spent every morning of the four days we spent there chatting over coffee on the patio before I woke up. I would join them, still disheveled from sleep, and I thought my heart could not be any fuller. Seeing the two people I loved most in the world sitting there in knit sweaters and waiting for me to complete the picture – I could imagine nothing more.

After college, we moved back to my hometown, just two streets away from my parents’ house. Evan built a birdhouse and worked as a copywriter for the local paper. After admitting to myself that a career as a documentary filmmaker was not realistic, I worked on getting an accounting degree online.

For a time, we were happy in the little house we rented. Three times a week, we would go to my parents’ house for dinner and my mother would prepare my favorite meals from childhood.

“You are such an only child,” Evan would groan, rolling his eyes as I exclaimed over the three-cheese lasagna. “I was lucky to ever get a scrap at dinner.”

He had grown up with four brothers and two sisters, but he said, they had all gone their separate ways after they left the house. When I asked why, he shrugged and changed the topic. All families weren’t the same. Sometimes, they didn’t retain their shape. 

I made a pizza for dinner, guys.

Notes for next time: more sauce = more love, mushrooms shrink so feel free to to use them in excess, try to make the whole pie thinner. 

So Cute Roulette is my new favorite way to waste time...

In the shadow of my mother's suicide, by Linda Gray Sexton is a nice departure from the usual fluffy lifestyle pieces that I read in Salon. I admittedly love lifestyle pieces ("What to wear to your best friend's wedding!" "Why I love wearing maternity clothes!") but it's definitely interesting to see a piece that touches on a darker subject in a beautifully crafted piece of writing.

Yes, Linda is that daughter of poet Anne Sexton, and yes, she has her own memoir on the subject, entitled, Half in Love: Surviving the Legacy of Suicide. I find it strange that we often see the troubled lives of artists and writers as part of their romantic legacy, without much consideration for the families and children that they leave behind. To see it from her daughter's point of view adds a fresh perspective. This might be a book that I pick up after I finish reading the few I currently have in the hopper.

PS- there was another article posted on Salon today that was certainly less sympathetic, entitled, "The Family I Hid From My Wife." If you would like, you should go read this piece of tripe for some laughs or rather, for some outrage. Basic storyline - man cheats on wife, then feels victimized by everyone else when it doesn't work out perfectly. My favorite line in the piece: "The truly selfish act wasn't infidelity; it was putting your own hurt and sense of betrayal before the children's interests."

THAT'S RIGHT, PEOPLE. IF YOU GET CHEATED ON BY YOUR HUSBAND, YOU'RE THE SELFISH ONE FOR BEING HURT AND BETRAYED. Is that hilarious, or what.

French Vanilla ice cream with frozen blueberries

Best post workout snack :) 

currently reading:

yet another book about an escaped FLDS wife. If anyone has particularly gripping books about cults and/or serial killers to recommend, please let me know!

Time to reread "Crush" :)

Sunday palllls

Cheese & water crackers & fresh strawberries & a new chapter of Darcy et Jen complete. I am a happy camper today.

my idea of a productive saturday night:

shaking a jar of heavy whipping cream until it turns to butter. How domestic of me! 

happy birthday, annie wang!

Today, one of the best friends I've ever had turns 23 :).

IT'S FRIDAY FRIDAY

things i should be ashamed of:

• my face
• my dire lack of a haircut/proper grooming
• my work laptop. what is this, the early two thousand aughts?! 
• the fact that at this very minute, i am listening to justin bieber songs 

Staying up late to work on a research project for a client is fun times. No really, I kind of mean it. What with the jammies, snacks, and bad tunes, this is really starting to feel like paper-writing season in college. And oddly enough, it's a comforting feeling to revisit. 

but this boy I know he is pure of soul
just gets lost sometimes in his chemicals
under a coat of night, it's oh-so-comforting
and that first breaking light becomes his enemy

...

all the cracks you see can be repaired
and if you start to fall, we will be there
don't drown yourself in all your old regrets
because that heaviness will steal away your breath

I have this dorky corporate fantasy in which someday I will be an executive with a corner office, and I will miraculously learn how to wear stilettos and will spend all my days in sharp suits. I will carry a leather attache case, and most importantly, I will have the Eames chair.

 

Of course, I don't think any of this is likely to ever happen, and really, I'd rather have a nice home office with a couch and lots of bookshelves than a corner office any day, but still. 

headphones on, volume UP.

I seriously can't stop listening to this song.

Current fave radio hit.

Waiting for the End

So I'm not gonna lie, you guys. I'm still a fan of old school Linkin Park 4 lyf and I'm sad they've changed, but whenever this comes onto the radio, I still turn up the volume and sing along.




Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strength to stand 
This is not what I had planned
It's out of my control


Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It's hard to let you go


I know what it takes to move on
I know how it feels to lie
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
Holding onto what I haven't got


Even with the different sound though, you boys are still quite angst filled, though "thoughts were spinning in my head/so many things left unsaid" is not the most original thing out there. I mean, look at that music video. What is THAT?! The angel of death? Really?! My 13-year-old self is satisfied.

The oddest memory resurfaced today. In the fourth grade, I had a teacher named Mrs. L. I don't remember much of that year, only that the classroom was dark and vaguely unpleasant. I had a crush on a boy named Joey and for the first year, had not received an invitation to Kelly's (the most popular, pretty girl in class) birthday party. I remember sitting in my seat, feet swinging, as all the other little girls opened their envelopes and cooed at glittery Lisa Frank unicorns whilst I resigned myself to a decidedly uncool adolescence on the fringes.

The thing about Mrs. L is that she looked a bit like Cruella de Vil's younger sister, or perhaps like a hybrid between Cruella and Anna Wintour. She had a startlingly severe bob, silver hair, and deep red lipstick. When she spoke, her voice rasped from years of smoking. Whenever we went out for recess, she went out for a smoke break.

Mrs. L's oddest habit, though, was during the times in which she read to us. Every day (or perhaps it was every couple of days), she would read a couple chapters from some book to us. Where the Red Fern Grows, Stuart Little, The Giver, The BFG -- they were all quite standard elementary school classroom fare. But each time she read from her chair, she would pick a student to come up and give her a back rub and back scratches during classroom reading time.

 Yes, that's right. Mrs. L made us give her back rubs every day. I have no idea why this didn't strike me as strange then, but I didn't really think of it until one day in college when some friends were comparing strange teachers they once had. And I thought, "Hey! What Mrs. L did back then was kind of weird. Actually, it was totally crossing a line. How did she not get in trouble for that?!"

Anyways, that's just a random thought for the day. Weird teacher, weird experience.

Oh yeah, she also believed in spanking us on our birthdays.

biggest gripe about my current illness

I am constantly hungry and craving food because of course, that is how I am. HOWEVER, when everything you eat tastes/smells like it has recently been doused in gasoline and then tossed into a bonfire, you can't keep much food down at all.

UGH. I'm going to go try my hand at ice cream now. Wish me luck.

wish this were real!!!!!

It's like Law and Order for the Harry Potter nerds of the world. Aaaaaah.

oddly adorable

my absolute favorite fashion blog series

Street style with side-by-side painting comparisons over at Miss Moss. I love it when she has another one of these posts! They're such a clever/fun way of looking at fashion.

TOO CHIC

via Ruffled

I love looking at wedding inspiration blogs, even when I know I could never pull off something this unbelievably chic. She looks so nouvelle vague, aaah! That dress! The effortless hair! The lipstick! I want it alllllll.

first sick day

nutella & green tea & much bed rest. 

so satisfying

yessss

I smell and taste smoke when it is not present.

The hypochondriac in me is getting (probably unnecessarily) worried.

Sinus infection, or BRAIN TUMOR?!

Oh my god. Lulz.

random things:

• I need to get writing again. SERIOUSLY.
• Unfortunately, I am a mess due to allergies right now, so writing shall be put on hold, considering I cannot even read my emails at work at some points during the day. I am almost tempted to take a PTO day tomorrow, but according to pollen.com, THINGS WILL ONLY GET WORSE!!! So perhaps I should wait until I am truly at death's door due to allergens.
• To do: consider the pros and cons of weekly and/or daily allergy shots that my allergist recommended to me (and that I initially dismissed)
• I am currently obsessed with reading all I can about the FLDS. I feel like every few months I get into this mood where all I want to do is research cults. I wish that was my job. Cult-researcher. I don't know what practical application it would have to any sort of corporate job, but whatever. 
• When I am not reading about cults, I am reading about serial killers. What is my issue?!
• I am confused by The Hunger Games casting. Did they not read the book? I mean, I am sure they are all capable actors/actresses, esp Jennifer Lawrence who has proven her acting chops, but really? A blonde Katniss? A brunette Peeta? A blond Gale? I mean, what is this? Also, the fact that Gale is being played by MILEY CYRUS' BLOND EX-BOYFRIEND is disconcerting. I'm not trying to judge, but really, dude. You were in "The Last Kiss." 
• I signed up for my 401K today. I feel so old, saving up for retirement and all that. 
• I have read lots of good things about Showtime's new series, The Borgias. Unfortunately, I do not have Showtime, but I am very eager to see the pilot, as dramatic historical dramas involving sex scandals and the Catholic church are probably my favorite thing in the world.
• Actually, anything involving scandal + the Church. Whatever, I'm a lapsed Catholic, okay? 
• I am clearly delirious. My head feels like it is made of cotton. I shall spare you all, now. Goodnight! 

Glee I miss youuuu.

So, my Catholic schoolgirl experience never involved being serenaded by our brother school in an empty warehouse with a huge bubble machine. Did yours?

death by sinus pain

oyyy, allergies, you kill me.

worst job posting title i've ever seen on craigslist:

"head lice removal specialist"


ICK.

MY LIFE IS CHANGED

Today I discovered a miraculous thing - green tea flavored Kit Kats. THEY'RE SO GOOD, OH MY GOD.

happy april fool's day

I got totally pranked. Came into work this morning to a note on my desk that read, "Hi Teresa, we are making some changes in the office. As of today, you will be sitting upstairs across from K. Please move your things this morning at your earliest convenience."

Should have known something was up, but we had an agency meeting yesterday where they talked about potentially moving everyone upstairs, so I just assumed they were implementing it. I went through the trouble of disconnecting all my electronics/monitors/what have you, and lugging it upstairs, only to find out that it was a prank.

SIGH. Well played, coworkers. I shall get you back when you least expect it.

so yesterday they announced that we could wear denim at work!

...but then they clarified that they meant dressy denim, and that jeans should be worn with "whatever you would wear with slacks." So basically, it's the same dress code with a slight adjustment to fabric tolerance. Oh well. 

Blargh, so tired of the 6:45 work drill already.

I get to pass this daily news tracker off in less than a year though, right? EXCITING.