Find Your Ecological Footprint!  :)

So last time I attempted the fake tan it went horribly horribly badly. Stripes are not a good look. But now, in face of a day off and the uncomfortable realization that my legs glow in the dark, which while admittedly helpful and energy efficent for light, is in fact not good as people's eyes suffer from an overabundance of brightness. Anyway, I' ( Read more... )

9 Hickok Is About to Be Vastly Improved

-Note:  The world be an even lovelier place if somehow people could magically anticipate when I had work to do (read:  when I have some severe procrastination to accomplish) and write amusing anecdotal entries.   Or possibly an inspirational story?  Would an intensely reflective philosophical treatise  be too ( Read more... )

Poetry is a kind of lying,
necessarily. To profit the poet
or beauty. But also in
that truth may be told only so.

Those who, admirably, refuse
to falsify (as those who will not
risk pretensions) are excluded
from saying even so much.

Degas said he didn’t paint
what he saw, but what
would enable them to see
the thing he had.

Snow returns to this heretofore summerland ( Read more... )

On the Chalkboard

emily will have to write:

I will not be distracted by passing butterflies

'What will you have to write on the chalk board?' at QuizGalaxy.com

My Awesome Break-Up Speech

Emily's lame-ass excuse to break up:

"I just think we would be better as enemies."

'What is your lame-ass excuse to break up?' at QuizGalaxy.com ( Read more... )

The tree in my front yard has been cut down. This is catastrophic on levels I cannot begin to describe.

It is the end of an era.

Valentine's Day. A day of love, of romance. It's a day when people long to feel attractive. There is no danger of this for me. For darn it all, I'm pretty much irresistible. Why, you ask? Is this a sudden burst of conceit? A rush of confidence fueled by fabulous Valentines? Or is it the fact that my legs smell like Old Spice?
It's the Old Spice. I' ( Read more... )

I was on a plane for New Zealand. More specifically, I had just knocked a glass of water on my pants and began a 14 hour plus flight sopping wet. And tried to mop it up with my very first Auckland Times ( Read more... )

I have a new job. The official title: Study Abroad Peer Advisor. But I'm pretty sure it should be changed to Ever So Slightly Discontented Returnees Yen to Travel When Surrounded by Abroad Information. Next to me is a brochure "Live in Copenhagen!" and all of a sudden I realize that I've always wanted to live in Copenhagen. On my other side is ( Read more... )