Over a lovely sushi/wine/Grey's Anatomy night with my friend Amy, we started talking about all the diamond commercials that seem clearly geared toward Valentine's Day.  And, quite startlingly, neither of us remembered any particular Valentine's Day ( Read more... )

Before it started thundering (no kidding!) and raining today, I was walking on campus doing various errands.  I was talking on my cell phone, mostly oblivious to the world and using my peripheral vision to scan for rampant bikes. This campus is amuck with about thirteen thousand bikes, but that's not germane.

So I was wandering and talking and ( Read more... )

 When I woke up, I'd slept the whole night through, and the sun was just coming around the edge of my shades and the fan was still whirring and I thought I could just spend the whole day there, reading my fun books.

Since the sun was out, I decided to go down to the farmer's market; until noon on Saturday it's this riotously colorful block with ( Read more... )

Dude! You'll never believe what I just saw! While driving about in my North Face jacket (I'm now a California pansy girly person) in a bout of sleeplessness and a fundamental need for a blueberry-oat muffin, I had the amazing experience watching a person, a heavyset man, specifically, get out of his idling car and open the door of the newspaper box ( Read more... )

The rumors are true. I'm turning 25 tomorrow. I expect I'll wake up with gray hairs, a mortgage, and a bad sense of fashion, as well as a general disdain for all those silly young things who party into the wee hours of the morning and love listening to loud music. That's what happens, I hear.

Sadly, I don't think, given tomorrow's august and ( Read more... )

Among other strange diseases (including "afraid-of-frost-on-orange-juice-cans-itis") I also have the disease known as "Only One Trip." Meaning that, regardless of how many different places I've stopped during the day, how many items I've deposited in my car that need to be taken into my apartment, I am allowed only one trip. This would make sense ( Read more... )

I've decided California is like having a model for a boyfriend. When you're not around him, you can only think of how very shallow and annoying and pretentious he is. He never calls when he says he will, he leaves socks everywhere and acts like it's your fault, and standing next to him, you always feel less than adequate. Plus, he'll always look ( Read more... )

How does one find one's glasses in the morning? You don't have your contacts in, and you're bleary-eyed from sleep, so you stumble about trying to remember where they might be. Are those they, that blur on your desk? Or perhaps that blurry shape next to the sink? Where are they?

Secondly, why is my Christmas tree on a hunger strike? I water it all ( Read more... )

This is not a terribly imaginative topic given the day, but I've had a rough few weeks and I wanted to give myself a reminder of what I'm thankful for. (My grammar nazi just went: "That for which I'm thankful" but I'm not giving in this time....oh no ( Read more... )

In the trunk of my car today, I found:

1. Candyland (as in the children's boardgame)
 2. Black leather chaps
 3. Beach chair
 4. Yoga mat

I think that nicely summarizes my various idiosyncrasies.