Polaroids

Possibly one of the very rare random personal picture posts I'll do ever (I know, lame)...since I'm lazy and not big on pictures of myself. And I'm kind of shy when it comes to posting self pictures.

Anyways, been converting random pictures through to polaroids ever since I learned how. Cause then they're more interesting to look at and not so boring. Enjoy!

PS. Weirdly my profile views have frozen at 750 for about a few days now. I don't know if anyone else is having this problem?

Would You Date You? / Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy

Quick post as I gotta run in a few minutes. I pick the worst times to blog, but that's what happens when you get bursts of weird questions in your head. I have to get this out while I have the inspiration to write about it, or else it just gets saved as an unfinished post that gets lost with my other drafts.

Question to ponder:
Basically, if you had the opportunity, would you date yourself? As in, you put yourself in the opposite sex's shoes and try to look at yourself from a different point of view.

I'm sorry, but I would soo date myself if I were a guy :)

Song is: Queen - Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy

God Prefers Atheists

A couple of days ago, I was reading in the newspaper about the Pope stating that condoms are not the answer to preventing the spread of AIDS (wow) and that it would instead, increase the rate (even more wow) and then reading up on how he also claimed that placing a bible over an erect penis before intercourse is the only guaranteed way to prevent the spread of AIDS (oh god full out ridiculous) and then came across the comic above (click to enlarge), which I had to lol at.

Not going to get into a whole religious debate, but distorting scientific evidence--that condoms actually increase the spread of AIDS pretty much shows that this guy is really out of touch with reality.

Lots of opinions on Christianity and the idea of a God in general, but I should really keep them to myself for now and get going on my English paper that I'm having trouble getting started...mostly because I keep getting distracted reading random articles online. Will update sometime during the week.

Songs of the day are Ingrid Michaelson's The Hat and The Way I Am. Love her.




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Viva La Vida Fever

Can't wait to see these guys in concert come June!!

The Art of the Status Update

Research (i.e. my Facebook homepage, circa 2:17 p.m. Thursday, January 22, 2009) suggests that Status Updates fall roughly into four categories. 1. Prosaic, or “what I am doing now,” (Jill is baking bread). 2. Informative, or “stuff I found somewhere else” (Jack loves this article from GOOD, followed by URL); 3. Clever and funny (Johnny thinks Obama should be sworn in a few more times, just to be EXTRA safe.; Janey discovered that Michelle Obama’s wardrobe is a divisive topic in water aerobics class, and 4.) Poetic or nonsensical (Josh is watching a parakeet form itself out of ice on the telephone wire; If Jim were a cloud, he would rain Earl Grey tea).

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So Livid

Remember this guy? Well not only is he overly sensitive, but he's an asshole as well. (We're platonic by the way, he's so not my type)

If I haven't already mentioned, he drives me to school everyday of the week except Wednesdays, given that he lives only a few blocks away from me.

After that whole fiasco about him getting angry at me for a stupid joke I made (being rude, and talking "shit"-- his words, not mine) I apologized and things went back to normal, except that I no longer bothered to joke around with him. He begrudgingly accepts my apology.

I thought everything was cool and everything seemed to be; he still picked me up on his way to school for the next few weeks.

And then today rolls around, it's 10:15 and he hasn't arrived...which I thought was weird. I text him asking if he's on his way, and 10 minutes later, I call him twice. No answer.

I figure that maybe he's running late, so I wait around like a fool. He finally texts me back 10 minutes before class starts telling me, "No, I'm at school."

Wow, thanks for letting me know buddy. He's the type of guy who checks his Blackberry every 2 minutes, so he intentional waits until there's no way I can get to school on time to tell me this.

I text him back "Thanks for letting me know 10 minutes before class. What the hell is wrong with you?"

This is what he says back, word for word: "Well, I figured you would've let me know if you wanted a ride. I'm not here to wait on you hand and foot, don't expect me to just come whenever you need a ride. If you have such a problem, maybe you should catch a ride with someone else."

(This is the most literate thing I've ever seen him write. It took him an hour to get back to me...probably spell checking and making sure his grammar is correct.)

That, everyone, comes from absolutely nowhere. I was absolutely stunned.

Must I iterate that HE DROVE ME EVERYDAY THIS SEMESTER, without me asking, without me reminding him?! So suddenly, I'm supposed to be able to predict when he wants to drive me and when he doesn't?!

Honestly, if he didn't want to pick me up, that's fine, AT LEAST LET ME KNOW so I can actually get to school on time and not miss class.

He knew, he knew I would be waiting for him and he drove right past my house without so much a word to let me know.

There's more. After I tell him the above, he replies with:

"Well excuse me for not catering to your traveling needs, its your responsibility as the person getting the ride to make sure I can drive in the first place. I'm not a fking taxi."


*Sigh* I need a coffee. I'm quite hurt by this, but more angry and pissed off than anything. I'm completely drained by the whole thing.

San Francisco

I wish I could read minds. And then I wouldn't be as confused and frustrated as I am now.
Oh sugar, how long will this drag on for?



I leave you with a picture of stylist Elisa Nalin's collection of shoes. How very very enviable.
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Songs today are:
This World Fair - San Francisco
and John Mayer's old stuff...particularly the Room For Squares album.

PS. There's just something about having John Mayer on repeat that screams "my life sucks."

PET PEEVE OF THE DAY: Junior high kids on facebook.

"S/he's only a 'stalker' if they're ugly. Otherwise it's a crush."

Hate to say it, but so true.

If you're interested in me, you have a really peculiar way of showing it sugar. So peculiar that I wonder if you're even interested at all.

Not My Month

I lost my wallet. Yes, and my art history textbook a couple weeks ago. Yes and my favorite headband and a lipstick too.

Don't bother asking me to do anything that involves money. I won't go. I don't have a wallet. I don't have money.