Thanks Giving

I never really got this holiday. I mean, being thankful is all well and good, but pilgrims and indians? That's kind of bull. There was no turkey at that dinner, we spent the next two hundred years screwing over the Native Americans at every turn, and we're one of the few coutries in the world that really, really doesn't need a few (thousand) extra calories for however long our leftovers hold out.

And I'm a vegetarian, so yeah, I'm kinda disenchanted about the whole deal.

But I am thankful. I'm thankful that I have a home to go back to over the holidays with people who love me. I'm thankful for parents with whom I can speak candidly and honestly and not be judged, even though I know they frequently disagree with me. I'm thankful for a boyfriend who treats me right and respects me. I'm thankful for dogs to wrestle with, even though there are several moments that make me want to strangle them (like when they get a bath, or a neighbor walks past the house, or I play piano and they "sing along"). I'm also really thankful that I can cook (and enjoy it), because I'll be doing a lot of that.

On a less "d'awwwww" note, I'm also thankful for food network. We don't have a working TV at school, so I really never watch TV except at home. I missed watching people cook.

Well, off to make Thanksgiving rolls to freeze and then bake on Thursday. Here's hoping that working in retail this Black Friday doesn't kill me!

I have not abandoned you!

Hello! Sorry it's been so long. This weekend was really busy and awesome and blogging completely slipped my mind. You'll totally get why.

Friday night, Jill and I hosted a Harry Potter themed costume party to celebrate her 21st birthday. The costumes were awesome, and I'm pretty sure I've never had that much butterbeer in my life before or since. Eugh, so much sugar.... Anyway, that's why that night was awesome.

Why yes, that sorting hat does look like a cake!

Neville Longbottom (of PPP) came to visit!

The next night was my friend Abby's birthday party (which was also awesome, but I probably shouldn't go into detail for the sake of my friends ;D). Sunday was spent working on an a cappella arrangement of "Baby, It's Cold Outside," from Elf. I'm pretty stoked about it.

And the spiders have called in reinforcements. Tristan found a centipede last night (thank god, 'cause my glasses were off and there's no way I would've found the little bugger without them).

This Is Getting Ridiculous

Dear spider who bathroom crashed my morning,

I apologize for ending what I'm sure was going to be a long and fulfilling life for you, but we take trespassing very seriously in my house. I would have thought you'd learned that by now when all of your friends disappeared after entering.

I see that your colony has now declared war. This is a very brave decision your brothers have made on your account, but not a particularly intelligent one. I will win. I will carpet a nation with your mangled corpses. And then I will laugh.

You have been warned. Call off your siege or suffer the consequences.

I'll be waiting.

My Friends Are Awesome!

Okay, so as an art major, I hang out with a bunch of other art majors, some of whom are in the visual communications department (hereafter referred to as viscom). Anyway, they this project where they had to design a magazine cover and some inside page spreads. My friend Reina needed models for hers and I was bored and interested, so we worked together on a photoshoot, and then she made this:

Holy crap my friends are awesome!! Of course it's not a real magazine or a real tattoo, but maybe it will be someday (the magazine, not the tattoo; only henna for me). But yeah, here's to my 15 minutes of fame! (I think by the end of college, I'll have a solid hour and a half of fame at this rate. I dig it.)


UPDATE: She's finished the table of contents, too! That's me again in the blue column.

Rehearsal Is Silly.

In rehearsal tonight (for that a cappella group I talk about sometimes) we held auditions for two medleys, so naturally no work got done. Unfortuantely, everyone also lost their minds during auditions and it was horrendously silly and many people (myself included) tried out for things as jokes and now have that solo. I am now a white, female rapper. This will likely not end well. ^^()

Anyway, sorry about the earlier rant and how ridiculously angst-y it was. It's just that I can count on one hand the number of times in the last two weeks that I haven't been woken up in the middle of the night by my phone. And yeah, some of those texts/calls were actually super important and I was happy to answer them, but the majority just make me want to buy a real alarm clock so I can turn my phone off at night and never deal with it again.

Anyway anyway, boyfriend is now here and I have better things to do than blog. Adios!

WHO GAVE YOU THIS IDEA?

Dear WHOLE FREAKIN WORLD,

I am not a panacea to anyone's problems. Texting me at two in the morning will not solve anything, but it will make me really, really tired and angry. If you are looking for advice from me, DON'T DO IT AT 2 AM. If you have a real problem, I can try really hard to be there for you. If you want to whine to me or just inform me of something totally unimportant, don't. Just don't. Should the aim of this post ever read it, I'd like you to know that this isn't directed at one person. There are multiple people who think it's okay to text me in the middle of the night about nothing. I'm sorry that your sleep cycle is screwed up, but MINE ISN'T. Or at least it wasn't and I'd like that back, thanks.

If things are going really wrong and I can actually do something about it (ei, we live in the same town/state/time zone), that's fine. Go ahead and reach out to me. If something is really wrong and I can't do something about it, find someone else who can and text them at 2am. If things aren't horribly wrong but just kind of suck, regardless of where you live, DON'T TEXT ME THAT LATE. I will be much more helpful and much less bitter about your problem when I'm not exhausted.

Let me reiterate that this isn't directed at one person. Hell, it's not even directed at two people. This is for everyone who can't figure out that darkness=sleeping to most people.

Do.
Not.
Text.
Me.
After.
10pm.

Ever.
(unless it's really super important and I can actually do something about it)

K, thanks!

Yet Another Update Tonight (w/o pictures)

I also want to talk about windows, but I didn't think about it til after I posted that last update and it's also completely unrelated to the cold (unless you associate "dark" with "cold," which I sometimes do).

This house is turning me into a paranoid wreck. I wasn't an arachnophobe until I lived here. Then one fell out of the freaking cold water knob in my shower onto my hand and I had to use the other shower for a week. When Heather didn't die from using that shower as a result of me "accidentally" not telling her about the incident, I felt safe to go back.

I was also not afraid of centipedes, but then I realized I hadn't actually seen a live centipede before. Things are much less scary in pictures and books.

I have sometimes been afraid of the dark, but I've never had a stompy upstairs neighbor who makes the kind of noises I associate with dying at the hand of someone who's breaking into my apartment simply by wandering through her kitchen, so that kind of adds to the experience, I guess.

But windows. I have never been afraid of windows until now. You know how when it's dark outside, you can't see out your window if a light is on, but everyone outside can totally see you? Couple this with the fact that I caught some guy lurking underneath my stairs yesterday (he was stealing water from our outside spigot), and you've got a recipe for full-on, bat shit crazy paranoia. I've just gone around locking all my doors and switching on and off the lights in each room to ensure that no one is already lurking within. It's kind of terrifying. I wish my kitchen had blinds.

I also wish I'd had the presence of mind to nap at 5:30 so I wouldn't be so tired now (as I usually stay until midnight on Wednesdays to say hello to Boyfriend when he and my roommate get home from dance practice). But I did not nap, and it's too late to nap now, so I think I'll chug some orange juice and sugar high until they get back.

I probably should stop buying hashbrowns.