Pages

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

i'm a klutz.



after being present at work for less than forty-seven minutes, i've already managed to spill coffee all over my newly laundered white shirt. ohhhh i love my liiiifee!!!!

meanwhile, my mother and aunt are coming to visit me today. maybe she won't notice...


riiiiiight.

"The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for thirty years she served the family nothing but leftovers. The original meal has never been found. "

[calvin trillin]

i always hated leftovers, and yet here i am doing the same thing to myself for lunch. how did she train me to torture myself so? oh right, i hate wasting food.

Monday, August 28, 2006

birthday bliss.


yes, i know what you are all wondering. it was a fantastic birthday.
i'm officially twenty-three.. good lord i'm a grown-up.
meanwhile, today i was held up by busloads of angry small children going back to school and bopping each other on the head with their anime backpacks. twenty freakin minutes behind a giant school bus stopping at every driveway to be dropped off at school two blocks away!!!! what the heck?! now i definitely feel old, because now i have to use the line back in my day, i had to walk to a common neighborhood bus stop where aaallll the kids around were picked up. what ever happened to conserving gas and exercise on the way to school? oye vey.
moving on ..
i think i will always be a fan of washington dc market crab legs eaten by the lincoln memorial overlooking the river.. the only con would be the aftermath of fishy fingers for the rest of the day.. certainly a sacrifice i'm willing to make.
i love seafood.. and so do my lovehandles.
oh, speaking of which!
i have a crockpot. and i'm not afraid to use it.
and will have a (hopefully) yummy pot roast waiting for me when i get home tonight.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

last day of my twenty-second year.




guess who's birthday is tomorrow!!!??? moiiiii.
we all know that calls for a goofy fish face.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

cannonball


for some reason i've been listening to damien rice a lot more than usual lately. i suppose because he actually inspires me to write more and add more stringed instruments to my own music..
anyway, last night i was listening while making banana bread and was reminded of an old memory from what seems like a long time ago.. actually, it was less than a year ago.. hm. i just remember sitting in the passenger's seat with an old friend driving and the others sleeping in the back while we played damien rice and sang at the top of our lungs. it was dark and we were driving back from a cold and lovely day at the beach. funny how the simplest things can bring friends even closer.
now that seems very, very far away.
i suppose life goes on.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

the best advice ever.



Diana: here's my new motto: if some people can survive the oregon trail (you know, the ones who escape the snake bites and the dysentary--can you believe we played that game as CHILDREN? i mean, shooting defenseless bison on the open prairie!), then we will survive, too.

HAHAHHAHA. ahem. i don't remember doing any such thing as a child. and i suppose it's true, we will survive. it just sometimes feels like i'm drowning in a freaking sea of bills and wondering what on earth am i doing with my short life?
it doesn't matter. i am where i am supposed to be.

Wednesday, August 2, 2006

if my name was in the dictionary..

annie --
[noun]:

A person of questionable sanity who starts their own cult

'How" will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com



BAHahahaahah.. i don't know why i found that so funny. but i did.

Tuesday, August 1, 2006

speckled dreams.

so you'll laugh at me while i attempt to paint a new apartment ceiling in the midst of city lights but perhaps you might bebetter at it, since you are slightly taller (as most people are) and well equipped to reach taller things.. and then i can watch and laugh and smirk at times at how much better you are at some things than i am. but then i can break out my guitar & sing a few diddies by candlelight and soon we'll have to find more- i need to win a lifetime supply of candles or perhaps twol ife times worth, because i'm sure i burn more than the average human being. i will surround myself with them as i wrap a blanket aroundmyself at night and write in my scribbly book and you can photograph whatever you like whenever you like, especially if we make fools ofourselves on in afternoon in the city. i'd like to be there in thefall when everything seems to be changing. and in the springtime wheneverything grows once again and the air seems beautifully fresh and people walk around with smiles at the thought that a season of silly scarf wearing is about over, and in the winter i wouldn't mind bundling up and walking down the street with snowflakes in my eyelashes & in the summer there will be many ridiculous movie marathons throughthe afternoon and night & we will have popcorn and chocolate chip mint ice cream & sometimes i'll pretend i'm domestic & attempt to knit while watching & we'll pretend to freeze onemoment at a time before tomorrow comes to wake us from a dream.. butit won't even matter because dreams are born every morning for me.

sigh.


i miss playing piano.