as the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn.

So I'm watching Goosebumps right now. Haha. This boy just said, "left-handers rule!" So not true. Omg a young Kevin Zegers is on this show?

Anyway, the weather has turned, and it's freezing. I have yet to get my winter coats from my aunt's house, and my only closed-toe shoes are my Toms. Cool. No, cold. I'm tempted to see how long I last living like this.

Lately iTunes Genius has really been pulling through with making me some playlists. This is usually not the case. I'm kind of overwhelmed by so much great music that I've recently resurrected, and Genius has just been making my life easier. Let me give you an example.

This one was based after Casimir Pulaski Day:

1. Sufjan Stevens: Casimir Pulski Day

2. Iron & Wine: Love and Some Verses

3. The Shins: Kissing the Lipless

4. The Arcade Fire: Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)

5. Andrew Bird: Fake Palindromes (new favorite song)

6. Bon Iver: Flume

7. Fleet Foxes: White Winter Hymnal

8. Sufjan Stevens: Chicago

9. Stars: Your Ex-Lover Is Dead

10. Bright Eyes: First Day Of My Life

11. Wilco: Jesus, Etc.

12. The Postal Service: The District Sleeps Alone

13. The Arcade Fire: Neon Bible

14. Bon Iver: Skinny Love

15. Sufjan Stevens: Jacksonville

16. Iron & Wine: Naked As We Came

17. The Shins: Saint Simon

18. Andrew Bird: Heretics

19. Death Cab: Passenger Seat

20. Bright Eyes: Lua

21. Wilco: Heavy Metal Drummer

22. The Arcade Fire: Neighborhood #2 (Laika)

23. Bon Iver: Lump Sum

24. Sufjan Stevens: To Be Alone With You

25. The Postal Service: Clark Gable

Last night, Ash, Katie, Alicia, and I had the amazing idea to continue our game of Catchphrase on the BC bus to Cleveland Circle. Jealous? Everyone wanted to be a part of it. And by everyone, I mean one girl who thought it was great. But this is going to start being a regular occurrence, so if you're lucky enough, maybe you'll be part of the party one day. Speaking of Catchphrase, guess what I'm being for Halloween? You guessed it. A giant Catchphrase machine.

This past weekend I visited Meagan at Furman! So fun. At one point, we were discussing making lists of all the artists/bands we've seen in concert, and it was then that I remembered that... I saw Meat Loaf in 8th grade. I wish I were joking.

On that note, I'm out.

Let me leave you with an excerpt from one of the greatest books of our time, A Lovely Love Story:

I will forgive his peculiarity and his concern for things, thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur. For they are part of what makes him a richly charactered individual.

I will forgive her skipping mind and her fondness for shopping, thought the Dinosaur. For she fills our life with beautiful thoughts and wonderful surprises. Besides, I am not unkeen on shopping either.

Now the Dinosaur and the Lovely Other Dinosaur are old. Look at them.

Together they stand on the hill telling each other stories and feeling the warmth of the sun on their backs.

And that, my friends, is how it is with love. Let us all be Dinosaurs and Lovely Other Dinosaurs together.

For the sun is warm, and the world is a beautiful place.

what a curious life we have found here tonight, there is music that sounds from the street...

Oh hey. Looks like my ambitious "I'm going to start blogging again" didn't last very long. Here we are, another 9 months later. I know what you're thinking--I could be a mother of 4 now, and you would just now be finding out. Maybes I am, maybes I'm not. Katie and her wonderful blog, spazzle.net, inspired me to start up again. We'll see how long it lasts...

The year is off to a great start... I'm in 90 with 7 great roommates. Most of my classes are boooring, but whatevs. My bro, Nick, is a freshman here, so that's exciting! I also have a brother-in-law now. He's my BIL. And on October 9th I'm going down to Greenville, SC to visit my best! Hey girl, love ya. I'm gonna take pictures of her and the Chi-Os and Pi-Kapps all weekend. They're gonna start paying me probs.

Katie and I are sitting by our great bay window, being dorks, listening to Death Cab and blogging. She tends to write about really deep emotions, while I kind of rant about things that no one really wants to read... I have great respect for her and her mind.

Oh hey, no big, I'm continuing this post a week later in Pathophysiology. I have serious issues with writing blog entries now.

Watch this cool video my dad sent me... BC's mentioned!

Social Media Revolution

So, I'm an intern with Calling All Crows this fall. It's this non-profit that Chad Urmston and his partner Sybil Gallagher started about a year ago. Their mission is to inspire public service and end violence against women through mobilizing musicians and their fans. So, naturally, it goes hand-in-hand with State Radio. It's pretty great. You should probably donate $20 to buy a stove for a woman in Sudan.

Oh man, my professor just dropped that one of her younger sisters died from a common fungal infection she caught in a hospital... sad.

Alright, I guess I'm done.

See ya!

"Are you guys a part of the Crips or the Bloods?"
"Huddle... Watch this. Reverse psychology."
"Come close........ CRRIIIIIIIPPPPPPPSSSSSS."

Electrician?... Electrician!

So... one year and almost 9 months later. Crazy, right? I could be a mother of two or something. I'm gonna start off by giving a shout-out to my girl Meagan. Hey girl! Because I know she's the only one who is reading this. It's fine... don't feel bad. Wait. Why am I talking to anyone other than her? It's weird when your original intended audience is no longer in your life. Hm. I'm debating whether or not to find a new one.

A lot has happened in the past year and a half. I could go through it, but I won't. Let's just focus on the here and now. Well, I'm sitting on my bed in my dorm on Commonwealth Ave in... yep, you guessed it! BOSTON! Yeaaahhh, suckahs! I'm really frustrated right now. There's this lightpost like 40 feet (who am I kidding... I'm awful with numbers. I don't know how far away it is) outside my window and every time I get all comfortable in bed, I realize that I forgot to shut my curtains extra tight. The light always glares right in my face like it's mocking me. "Oh hey! Yeah, you may be getting 8 hours of sleep tonight, but you'll still be exhausted tomorrow! Sucks to be you!"


You may be wondering why I'm blogging again. Well, it's an outcome of Meagan's and my revival of AIM (which in part I have Alicia Ryberg to thank for... oh hey, Leshers!). So I'm kind of bringing back all things high school. Feel free to join in. But let's be honest... there are plenty of things about high school that I would rather not bring back.

This is just a little introductory entry to get myself back into the blogging mentality. So sit back, relax, and tune in for more.

Peace, love, and Catch Phrase.


"Pasqual, look at me. Look at me. Hold it like a gentleman."

take a chill pill, raz!... it's a disco ball!

Wonderful, wonderful weekend, I must say.
Friday night, father and I went to Perry's Steakhouse for dinner, which was lovely. We talked about life, my future, etc, and how he grew up a poor black child. I think he was trying to teach me the value of a dollar...
Yesterday, I tutored Loustopher for a while... completing the square is awesome. And I brought him into the Nuni trap. If you haven't seen any Nuni skits on SNL, you are missing out. I showed him last week's, which Rainn Wilson hosted, and it is the funniest thing I've ever seen. I've watched it like 8 times now, and I laugh out loud just thinking about it. I guess it's hard to explain on a blog.

Later, Meagan came over, and we went to the store to buy some essentials for the nighttime get-together. Like always, we cut it pretty close, and got home only about 10 minutes before the first guest arrived. And so our breakfast for dinner party began. We made pancakes, waffles, Egg VicMuffins, and smoothies. But the best part was Tanner's life-changing eggs over easy. Seriously, my life was changed after I tried them. Granted the whole house smelled like bacon grease, but whatevs. Even Meagan liked them, and she doesn't like eggs AND she doesn't eat meat (they were fried in bacon grease. Sounds gross, I know)... she practically forced them down my throat. But anyway, props to Chef Tan!
Going along with tradition, we had Meagan's classic rap mix playing, and at one point, Erin, being all matronly, was making hashbrowns. But what disturbed people so much was that, while stirring the hashbrowns and looking like a sweet mom or something, she said some of the most explicit rap lyrics ever, as if it was no biggie. haha, it was very amusing.

After attempting to play Sardines in the neighborhood, but giving up after we couldn't find Erin and Chris, we decided to try out a little thing that I call the "Dark Game." What is that, you ask? Simple. Everyone goes into a dark room with the lights out, one person is "it" and leaves the room. He/she puts on a blindfold and then comes back in and tries to find people. It doesn't sound very fun, but trust me... it is. Ask anyone. The only thing about it that's not fun when it's your turn to be it, and everyone LEAVES THE ROOM with out you knowing it. Yes, that happened to me. The greatest part was when it was Katie App512's turn to be it... she had so many things thrown at her (including pillows and a chair). Then, we all watched House of Wax. Apparently when Tanner's scared, he screams like a little girl. Good times, great times.

Pāx!

when everything feels like the movies, yeah you BLEED just to know you're alive

Remember that time when Meagan and I looked like we had just committed a murder? Okay, so yesterday in A & P, we were going over our blood study guide, when all of a sudden, I felt the cool, thin, trickle in my nose that let me know I was about to have a bloody nose. So I quickly put my hands over mi nariz, and ran over to the sink to grab some paper towels. Then, without any sympathy from Shonda, I went down to the bathroom, and when I threw away the very bloody paper towels, I looked at my hands, and they looked like I had just killed someone...
Now, Meagan's story:
Ironically, 1 minute after I came back from the bathroom, we started our little "prick your finger and squeeze the blood out to find your blood type" activity. Why I didn't just use my nose blood, I don't know. So, I opted out of the activity since I had had enough of blood for one day, and I already knew my blood type (A+, betch!). Anyway, we were all standing around one of the lab tables, Meagan across from me, and I was focusing more on the funny situation of a certain football player being afraid of a little needle. So, I looked up to see how Meagan was doing, and instead of neat little drops of blood being pushed out of her finger onto the test paper, she somehow managed to get blood all over her hands, and not even enough blood on her little card. Don't ask me why.

After school, I started my new internship at World Fest, which is the company that puts on the international film festival here each year. My job is just office work, basically, so yesterday I had to start updating their database with tons of info for every newspaper in Houston and the surrounding areas. And no joke, I'm doing it on an old floppy disk database program from the 80s. You don't use a mouse, and you type in commands like, "find Friendswood Gazette". It took a while for me to get used to it. And I had to do it for like 2 and half hours so my back hurt really bad. But the people there are really nice, so it's all good!

Today was the choir TAPPS stuff. We did well... I think we got all 1s. "The Awakening" was totally B.A. After school, Katie and I went on an hour and a half long bike ride through the streets of our Memorial 'hood. It was so pretty outside! But when Katie wanted to throw her Smoothie King cup in someone's yard because she didn't want to hold it anymore, I said, "how would you feel if someone threw their trash in your yard?!" and she responded with, "I wouldn't care! I'd get my maid to go out there and pick it up." Oh, Kates.

Goodbye for now!


This is just like the Academy Award winning movie Crash!

peace is just two fingers now, peace was just a phase

What a fun weekend (with some minor exceptions)! It's about to take a turn for the worse (worst?) though because of the English essay I have to write. Anyway...

Friday, I helped Lot Barefobs (Lou) with his Algebra II for like 3 hours, and then I went out with Katie. We enjoyed a nice dinner at Cheesecake Factory. After that, we drove around for a while because we were bored and didn't want to go home. We gave up after like 40 minutes and just went back to her house and watched a little mixture of shows: Hannah Montana, Bam's Unholy Union (which I'm obsessed with now), and $40 A Day. Pretty successful.

Then on Saturday, I went to San Antonio to see the girls basketball game with Abbie and her 'rents! I love the Palmers. They're so fun! We stopped at Buc-ees on the way, which is this huge gas station with everything you can imagine. I bought some sour worms, and Abbie bought about 2 cows worth of beef jerky. It was so good! We went to Chris Madrid's for lunch, which was life-changing. They had the best burgers ever! Then we went to the game... the girls lost :(. But then we went to the riverwalk, and Abbie and I discovered the Hear Music Starbucks Coffeehouse, and we were instantly in love. I can't explain what it is, so go online if you want to know. Well, I can explain what it is, but I don't want to. Anyway, I made a really cool/cute CD.

Then this morning, I woke up and went to Second Baptist, and then later I went to Katie's house and hung out with all of her Jewish family, and then we went for a bike ride. This only happened after much conflict between Katie and her parents on her having to wear a helmet. And before we left, her dad was like, "do you want some water before you go?" and Katie was like, "NO" (she was mad about having to wear a helmet). And then he asked me, "do you want some flavored iced tea?" and I was like, "no thanks!" and he was like, "good. because we don't have any." haha, oh David Weinstein.

Okay, I just realized that this entry was more of an itinerary of my weekend, and it wasn't that funny. I'm really sorry...

Later.

"Why don't you just Google search it?"

I backed my car into a [white car] the other day...

...well, he just drove off, sometimes life's okay.

Let me explain. They've been putting up new light poles in the parking lots at school, and today at lunch when I was leaving to go to Sonic with Eddie, there was a little guy in a cherry-picker, putting one up, and his white van was parked perpendicular to my car, about, ehhh, 15 feet away. That was a really long sentence. Jealous? Anyway, I was aware that the van was there, but I still managed to back into it. I don't think the guy noticed... I mean, he was up in the light pole. So, I drove away, and he did the same soon after. This was like 10 hours ago, and I still haven't checked the back of my car to see if it's all good. Whatevs.

Today was pretty uneventful. It's Katie's 18th birthday, though! So, I woke up early and brought her donuts. Then school was really boring, except Anatomy was pretty fun. Meagan insists that I tell this little story. It's embarrassing for me, but I'll tell it. So, when we took our A & P field trip to St. Luke's a while ago, Craig, the blood bank man, told us that "blood feels like plastic." Well, today in Anatomy, I turned to Meagan and Leah, and I was like, "Ever since our field trip, I've really wanted to feel blood... Remember, the guy said it feels like plastic!" Apparently, I didn't catch the little joke that the blood "feels like plastic" because the people who work at the blood bank only touch the plastic bags... they never touch the blood itself. You can imagine my embarrassment. As Meagan put it, "you're lucky you didn't say that in front of the class." But also, I have felt blood before... idiot moment.

I went to Katie's house tonight, and we went in her hot tub. After, we watched Juvies in her TV room, and her dad came in with a guitar and was like, "Katie, I wrote you a song for you birthday!" And she was like, "Cool... get out! We're watching Juvies!" But he sang it anyway, and it went something like,

Katie is a freak
She has freaky feet
They walk on the street
Oh, Katie is a freak

But the funny part was that after every "Katie is a freak," she would interject, "in the bedroom!" hahaha.

Guess what? I've made an impact on someone! Yes, Taylor Torregrossa said that I inspired her to write her own blog. How exciting!

Okay, I'm out.

"Bill! It's a good thing your other PhD is coming in handy."
"What's that?"
"Catching dead babies wrapped in the American flag."