Friday, July 31, 2009


“I don’t expect the great lengths; I just expect them to keep up with the details and the small things. I can get by on a text message—a lot of girls can. That’s all we want is someone to text us in the morning and say, ‘Hi! Hope you have a fantastic day!’ And then call us as night. Super-simple. It doesn’t take yachts; it doesn’t take big flashy things. It takes just knowing that they’re there and care.” - Katy Perry (on guys & romantic gestures in Seventeen)

Thursday, July 30, 2009

I wear a Size 8. Thank you.

and now i cannot stop pacing

You know those moments where you feel like you've become the worst version of yourself?

That's how I feel right now.

I woke up too late to take my friend to the airport this morning. And yesterday I was half an hour late to my coffee date with some friends.

I've become unreliable.


There's an episode of Gilmore Girls like this:
CHRISTOPHER: Where were you?
LORELAI: Fruitlessly trying to rectify a ratty transgression.
CHRISTOPHER: Oh. You want some coffee?
CHRISTOPHER: Well, I know you well enough to know that when you say no to coffee, especially in the morning, all is not right in Whoville.
LORELAI: Very astute.
(There's an episode of Gilmore Girls for everything.)

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

my birthday wish list:

  1. influence by mka olsen
  2. a new phone (ex. Samsung Gravity or something with a full keyboard & camera compatible with TMobile)
  3. cook yourself thin
  4. a cold brew coffee maker
  5. the oc on dvd
  6. cash (to pay off credit cards)
  7. gift cards (for retail therapy - target, gap, express, whole foods, itunes)
  8. and gas cards
  9. movie tickets to see post grad
  10. yet another fm transmitter

please and thank you.

and i wish you the best

I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the concrete. It’s so fuckin’ heroic. - George Carlin

Monday, July 27, 2009

“Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, valuable, but small. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven’t been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn’t it be the other way around? I don’t really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So goodnight, dear void.” - You've Got Mail

Saturday, July 25, 2009

moving at the speed of light into eternity

I went to dinner with Charles and Myron this evening. Shine on Line Street is delicious. I had a nut burger. Yes, a burger made of nuts. Almonds. Cashews. Peanuts. Crumbly, but yummy. With tasty tots. And magic cocktails made from local honey and Hendricks Gin. Sometimes life is just the way you want it to be - too bad you can't keep those moments forever. Oy.

I currently smell like Sweet Fig and Aragan. I pushed the product so hard on customers today that I convinced myself that I loved and needed it as well. I'm too good at my job sometimes.

I can't wait to get paid and have my 120k mile service done and for life to be normal (or at the very least to slow down).

Work in the A.M. Lalala. I hope I wake up on time.

Watch this video. It's fantastic. One. Two. Three. Four.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

"You want to know what living life to the fullest actually is? It’s waking up on a Monday morning with no complaints. It’s knowing you always deserve to laugh. It’s doing what feels right no matter what. It’s doing what you want to no matter how stupid you look. It’s about being yourself, because no one can tell you you’re doing it wrong."

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

and there's no way around it

ack. ack. ack. ack. ack.

i just needed to get that out.

i really like twenty years by augustana. listen.

Could this be our last dance? Just fall asleep with the TV, darling. I'll be back again.

Friday, July 10, 2009

california here we come

we've been on the run. driving in the sun. looking out for number one.

i often think it's best for me to not get too attached to people. they have a tendency to leave. i would like to leave next time. i want to be the one who ends something. who says goodbye. is that crazy? mean? selfish? maybe.

i want to go to california.

every time i watch the oc, this happens.

it never goes away. it just gets stronger. and right now it's on demand. oy.

i would like all of these seasons on dvd please and thank you.

Ryan: What kind of music do you listen to?
Marissa: Right now, punk.
Seth: Yeah, I am sorry, but Avril Lavigne doesn't count as punk.
Marissa: Oh yeah? Well, what about the Cramps? Stiff Little Fingers? The Clash? Sex Pistols?
Seth: I listen to the same music as Marissa Cooper? I think I have to kill myself.

california. californiaaaaaaaaa. here we come. oohhh.

Monday, July 06, 2009

and here we can rest safely

things i like today:
orange dulce tea with raw sugar and cream
flipsides - half pretzel & half cracker
"into the wild" radio on pandora
crossing everything off my to do list

i will not take the time to list the things i disliked because i do not want to dwell on them. and tomorrow is another day. with a whole new list of things to get done.


i want frosted animal crackers. (i am so susceptible to advertising and things with sprinkles...)

Saturday, July 04, 2009

i told you to be patient

no matter how many times i hear skinny love (bon iver) i LOVE it. really.

i don't love customers who don't like to leave the store after we've closed. i don't understand them. they make me agitated.

strawberried peanut butter m&m's are good in theory. the execution of the idea left me wanting waffle fries and a big bottle of water. i dunno if that makes sense at all.

i was reading searching for god knows what at the starbucks on garners ferry the other day and i started to cry when i got to the chapter about jesus. he was so good to people. why can't we all be like that? our motivation is so screwed up sometimes.

i noticed things i missed about columbia while i was there. people. places. the conversation i had and that i overheard. but mostly i think i miss the free time. and i missed charleston. weird.

also, mute math - stall out. very good. always.