I can't believe I've been a vegetarian for the past four Thanksgivings, and have yet to have this D:
However, every other tradition is working out, Grandparents here, Macy's Day parade on... I can't believe I almost got to march in it, I wish that didn't fall through :(

I have a confession.

I want to be in a grrrrrl rock band.

Yeah, kind of like Le Tigre. Megan and I decided we're starting our band - PHAT bunnies- and you know, I played guitar in eighth grade, and we have some pretty out there clothes, and a thing for combat boots, so it just makes sense.
We're thinking a B52s/Tegan & Sara/Le Tigre/Ramones kinda thing. But doing covers of Beyonce and stuff.
I'm investing in those red skinnies now. And bangs, because Meg'll be on bass, and she can't outdo me with her hair extensions. That's just wrong.

Today I am obessed with

The Noisettes. The only band Mama Baer and I can agree on in the car, AND that makes me want to dance.


...okay, I LEGITIMATELY need these. Now. Toms have never been so beautiful...

this masterpiece is worth all the money. I'm saving my pennies



Everyone's home for Thanksgiving! So I'm having a date night with Miss Slutvannah Malloy and stopping by at a shin dig, but I have to time my appearance...

Unfortunately

This is me

Okay, not ACTUALLY me, but you get the idea. I've gained about ten pounds this semester, which means my 26 Sevens aren't too flattering at the moment...
And with Thanksgiving and Christmas here, yikes! I'm about to head to the gym for the second day in a row, which is quite an accomplishment for me. Also, I skipped the Mellow Mushroom pizza and snagged a salad...with italian dressing instead of ranch, saving me at least 200 calories. And if I burn another 450 calories like I did yesterday, I should be okay, right?
Ben and Jerry's Strawberry Cheesecake, you are calling my name.

A boy I loved once put this on a CD he made of songs that reminded him of me.

...Why didn't I see all this coming?
Boys saying that I'm a waste of time are really getting old. Good thing I got ol' Pearl, he'll always love me, long as I'm still a good cuddler and cat food can opener.

If my heart was a house, you'd be home.

I've always been so set on big city living. I still am. But during the retreat this weekend, Nate and I were sitting on a dock and he turned and said he could picture me here. In the wilderness, the land of no AT&T signal, no gas station for twenty minutes, let alone actual food or anything.
And I could see where he was coming from. I love camping, I love getting dirty and I can deal without showering. I would have no qualms with living in a rural setting.
Which really bothers me. Is it whiny to say that I wish I could say I belong somewhere? I've never belonged anywhere, and it bothers me. As angsty as I know I sound, the fact that I don't seem to really belong anywhere makes me feel like, well, I don't belong anywhere.
I must belong somewhere.
You get what I'm saying? Of course you do.


I lost my beloved Betsey Johnson glasses about a month or so ago, and my eyes have been ACHING. So I'm forcing my mother to make an appointment so I can get a new prescription (as cute as my glasses were, they were a little too weak for my dissolving vision) and these.

...I feel like these are fitting. I originally wanted red frames, but seeing how my hair always fades to red, I decided against.
Which makes me wish my hair had never been platinum, all I have now are split ends and hair that can't hold color as long as it should.


I was going to put up a picture of the tattoo I want, but according to google images, no one's had it before, which is nice. I've wanted it for a while, but I always felt like having 1 Corinthians 13: 4-7 tattooed like a ring around my left ring finger was a little too predictable, but seeing how I couldn't find it online, it's like a sign I'm meant have it ♥


Do these dreams have any meaning?

No. No, I think it is more like a ghost
that has been following us both.
Something vague that we're not seeing,
something more like a feeling.

We made over a grand which means...

YOU WILL BE MINE.

You in all your beautiful shiny mac glory.
Don't worry, we already had about a grand, so I'm not expecting this to be inexpensive or anything.
♥

Oh what's that Manhattan? You have a place for me, called Soho? I'm honored, and I'll be there asap.
Love, Gwen.

Two birds on a wire...

I understand that this makes me a mean, immature and petty person, but I just wish you would drop off the face of the earth and out of my newsfeed.
...okay. I feel better expressing that.
In all non-crazy or bitchiness, Mucho Gracias (I took two years of french, and don't remember a single word. Which is why I'm french club president. Also, why I wrote that in spanish, but I don't know how to spell it, because I only have the spanish I learned in preschool because I went to a private preschool because I'm a BADASS.) to Miss Regina for allowing me to know that love isn't forever (or for everyone for that matter) and that no relationship, romantic or otherwise is forever either. Before you judge me for being an angsty small town girl, lemme just remind you that this allows me to not take people for granted and I tend to make better memories when I don't think that they'll be there to spill coffee in my brand new car in ten years... so I better appreciate them doing it now.

In other news, I believe that my wee little silent auction was semi successful... now I just have to wait until tomorrow to look at the books and see how much cash we made.
...hopefully enough to buy a mac for Visions.

Buy this before I save up the sixty bucks, and I'll spread nasty rumors about you. Don't think I won't either.

Oh I wish I was...

Really, if I could be anyone, it'd be Miss Zooey Deschanel (or now I guess Mrs. Ben Gibbard). I guess you could say I've got a girl crush, but honestly, she's everything I day dream about being. Is that pathetic? Yes. Does that stop me from looking up pictures of her during indepenent studies and telling Kari that I want to be her? No. So I digress.


Mmmmm, Regina, Regina, Regina. If all the hours I've spent singing along with you counted for anything, I think I would be in the top ten. I want to play the piano and play in coffee houses and be in the middle of Us when a certain someone walks in, they catch my eye, and we fall back in love. If anyone's music could make that happen, yours could ma'am. So please Regina, work your magic and make me you, so I could be just that special.


I'm probably going to get hit repeatedly for this, but I have no idea who this woman is. But I want to be her. I have this strange fascination with the flapper era, so much so that if I believed in past lives, well, I'd have spent one as this cute little thing right here. Red lips, finger waved bobs, everything was so beautiful then. I'd trade all the iPods, texting, Grey's Anatomy and burts bee's in the world to wake up one day seventy five years ago.

I really hope this is a successful blog post, and that I'm not too terribly boring.