A partial list of things I'm not able to enjoy anymore:

-indie rock
-Violent Femmes
-Fametracker-cranberry sauce ( Read more... )

So I went to a wedding last night and it was beautiful and great. But I couldn't help feeling like a lonely double-fat Bridget Jones. (And I hate when women identify with her.) I ended up taking my mother as my date and if that wasn't depressing enough, her idea of cheering me up about my imminent spinsterhood involved telling me about a woman who ( Read more... )

This has to be the cutest ad I have ever seen.


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( My favorite celebrity impersonators. )

The most narrowed-down list of possible grad programs so far:

USC: Critical Studies
UC Santa Barbara: Film Studies
University of Illinois Champaign-Urbana: Leisure Studies
Indiana University: Communication and Culture
UNC Chapel Hill: Communication Studies with an emphasis on Media and Cultural Studies
University of Florida: Tourism
Penn State: ( Read more... )

Things my niece Sydney requested for her birthday:

• Doodle Bear (Received)
  
• Magnetic patriotic car ribbons (Received)
  
• Betty Crocker Bake-N-Fill Pans (Received)
  
• surf board (Did not receive)
  
• Shick Intuition so she could have "softer skin." (Did not receive)
  
• Smart Spin (Did not receive)
  

She is only four.

Well. Diaryland deleted all of my archives, so here I am. Nothing of real value was lost--just ramblings about how scary spiders are and how trashy Alpena, Michigan is. I'm glad venomspit was not taken; this is my gang name a la City of God. It's sad when you nickname yourself, no?