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the house permanently smells of permanent markers

love me some sharpies

DysLIKExia

I extremely dislike when other bloggers repost from other blogs; almost as much as I hate the word blog itself. Blog/blogger/blllooooggggg. It still amazes me that I included said word in my URL. Don't ask me why but the word rubs me the wrong way like sand paper on silk. I could probably pull a basket full of words that deserve to shredded and burned. Blog, phlegm, hiney, ornery... the list could go on and on.

She & Him

The She & Him CD was good but not great. There was a little too much She and not enough Him. There was a little too much repetition and not enough variety. The sound was good but not great. The vocals were good but not great. The CD was good but not great.

Its Growing On Me

A few months ago I a decided that I wanted a change in my life. Partly out of frustration and partly out of stress, I thought the best angle was to chop all of my hair off. Okay, so the beautician convinced me to stop at my shoulders but I still cut a good 9 inches off.

When I left the salon I felt satisfied and accomplished. I enjoyed the feeling of my ghost hair and avoided looking at myself in the mirror. However it wasn't until my brother told me that I looked like Anne Frank that I felt the real weight of what I had done

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hair vs. hair

Despite the constant assurances from friends and friendly acquaintances, I began to doubt my new hair cut. While my friends said that it totally fit me, in my eyes I began to morph into a subhuman form that was ruled by the mop of hair I wore on my head. I tried different techniques to grow it out, pulling on the ends, extra conditioner, but alas my hair did not want to gain inches over night.

Moral:
As I am slowly growing it back out I am liking my new "do" more and more. For the slightest moment I have considered cutting it to my chin. I go through stages where I hate it and love it but most of the time it is the former. Lesson learned.

Cabin Fever

My tendency to procrastinate has only been exaggerated by the sudden influx of snow storms. Not that I mind. Movie marathons are the gravy to my mashed potatoes, the cheese to my macaroni. If I wasn't already on a food eating rampage, I would consider them the comfort food itself. Luckily I have an above average stash of heart-felt movies, a well-stocked TV series collection and a few bulky sweaters.
The winter season is also the time where I routinely give my thanks for being of the girl/woman/female anatomy. Against most of the morals of the feminist party, we women are often afforded a pass out of laborious snow maintenance (i.e. shoveling). Whereas some are stuck outside in an endless pile of snow, I am fortunate enough to be tucked away in a slew of blankets. All of the men have decided to take it upon themselves to dig us out of our hideaways.
Don't get me wrong, I am just as capable of lending a helping hand, in fact, it would probably help speed up the process. I just don't have the heart to take that sense of accomplishment and knighthood from them. Or at least that's what I keep telling myself.

You have been weighed
You have been measured
And you have been found wanting

Deductive Reasoning

A) I like all things Payton Manning.
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B) Payton Manning is on the Colts.
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C) I want the Colts to kick ass.

January

As a continuation of my playlist quest, I bring you the next installment: January. I guess...

1. First Sight- These United States
2. The Past and Pending- The Shins
3. Goodbye England (Covered in Snow)- Laura Marling
4. Blackbird- The Beatles
5. Pale Blue Eyes- The Velvet Underground
6. Silver Stallion- Cat Power
7. Hospital Beds- Cold War Kids
8. Cosmic Love- Florence + The Machine
9. Wicked Blood- Sea Wolf
10. Wide-Eyed, Legless- Laura Veirs
11. Fortress Around Your Heart- Sting
12. Darling, Please Come Home- Math and Physics Club
13. Goodnight Goodnight- The Lost Sea
14. A Better Son/Daughter- Rilo Kiley
15. Carry That Weight- Noah And The Whale
16. White Winter Hymnal- Fleet Foxes
17. Blood Bank- Bon Iver

If I Listen

If i just listen hard enough, intently enough, patiently enough... then maybe i will be able to see the sound. See where it comes from, where it goes. Maybe I will be released from the enormity of it... but then again... maybe I will be consumed entirely.

What's in a name?

It has recently come to my attention that people who that have certain names (John Lennon, Phil Collins, Bob Dylan, Patti Smith etc.) are bound to be famous, almost as if it were programed into their DNA as soon as they were named. Don't let the fact that they have enormous talent escape you but maybe their simple yet flowing name can account for some of it. What is the next name to watch out for? Holly Carol.

I never sneeze

If you ever asked, I would be one of those people who told you I never get sick. After waking up today feeling like a rocket ship was trying to go shoot my throat, I would tell you that this was a rare occasion. So, in a case of awkwardness I will make my best attempts to thwart this temper mental cold starting with a glass of orange juice or cup of tea. I usually make an effort not to take medicine- its always been a hassle. I maintain the belief that if you don't take medicine your cold will either fade away faster or linger on for weeks until you do. I think I will take my chances.

Anyway?

There are times such as now when I ask myself whether I should go to sleep, or push my eyelids open an extra hour. The only way to choose is by looking ahead to the inevitable consequences I will have to deal with in the morning. Do I want to do extra work tomorrow? or wake up even more tired? Its a lose/lose situation either way. As my body says sleep and my mind says work, I think I will settle on an uneasy compromise. Whats another half an hour anyway?

My Top 5 Beatles Songs

1. Rocky Raccoon
2. Octopus's Garden
3. I've Just Seen A Face
4. Carry That Weight
5. All You Need Is Love

It Will Come Crashing Down Like a House of Cards

I often try to split my time up evenly; a half an hour here, a half an hour there. Lately I feel as if I have been doing things half way. Maybe I should be spending full hours on a shorter list. Maybe not...

I felt so loved at the time

Sunday was my birthday.
Yesterday was not my birthday.
Today is not my birthday.
Tomorrow will not be my birthday.

Birthdays suck.

Aw! Your hair looks pretty!

I have a friend who cries every time she gets her hair cut. It doesn't matter whether it is a trim or a total makeover, the prospect of change always upsets her. For years I've had a rocky relationship with my long hair. We've had our ups and downs, and ratty nests. Up until recently, I have appreciated its length, using it almost as a security blanket. Under the proximate stress of classes and life, the devotion to maintaining my long hair has been dwindling down to daily showers and a lifetime's supply of hairbands. Before I started ripping the roots out of my head, I decided to be revolutionary and and chop all of my hair off. Now above the shoulders, my hair is conveniently angled to enhance my features while pulling off a cute and stylish look. Or so says my hair dresser...

While I have adjusted to the transition of long to short hair rather quickly, my friends seem to be a bit hung up. Everyday someone feels the need to come up to me and inform me that my hair has been cut. I think if I hear it enough times, the announcement will start to surprise me.

An Applied Quote

I'm right and you're wrong. I'm big and you're small. And there is nothing you can do about it.