So, today (being the last full day I am home, maybe, probably?) I finally decided to buckle down and make the purse thing I have been thinking about since last winter break, and since BioLife was LAME and wouldn't let me take money from them today because of my allergies and I had extra time in the morning, I actually finished it. Just now, which ( Read more... )

I got a job! For the next two weeks I get to work in a bakery, eat whatever I want there (which is to say, strawberry rhubarb bars), get tips, and wake up at five in the morning! Amazing, I know. No, I'm very excited to have something to do, and something other than blood-giving to get me money (which already made me $55 this week... I'm pretty ( Read more... )

Now, it's one thing to convince someone to go to a Mountain Goats concert in Minneapolis with me - it's fairly cheap, and only a little sketchy trying to get there by bus. Colombia, on the other hand, seems to be a totally different beast. So what if it's relatively more pricey (by about $600, which really isn't that bad in the grand scheme of ( Read more... )

My aunt is in a magazine article! Look!

Aww. I have one of those paintings!

My television is eating my soul. However, I have fallen in love with Nick Lachey entirely on the basis of his Axe/Clix commercial, and that's pretty not so awful.

In other news, we painted a lot today, and now my brother's destroyed room looks halfway almost like a real person's room, with pretty green wall sans troux. It's a little weird, not ( Read more... )

My iPod broke. Again. That means I have to send it in. Again. That makes a fifth iPod in my life... nul.

In other news, I'm going to Colombia in January! And Portland in August! Oh, mes amis... que je les aime.

I'm back home! I didn't die on the car ride back, and I just got two e-mails from Cameroonian friends that made me laugh. Life is good.

Although, I may have cancer.

Je ne suis pas morte! I am just still in the Northwoods, dancing in the sable and traine-ing on Franco and mange-ing müsli and loving it...

For Tati, sitting à coté de moi, je t'aime!

I'm here! I made it in one piece, and I hardly had to buy any gas, and I am making friends, and there was a dance tonight! I've also found many ticks. But, mostly, this being here is a very nice thing. That's all.

So I read about Number Stations today, and is it just me, or does the whole concept totally creep you out? It's like... ghosts or something. And, therefore, it scares me and makes me tear up (as only ghost stories do), a fact made worse when I listened to some MP3s of number station recordings from The Cornet Project. Man alive ( Read more... )