I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus. I caught the stomach bug yesterday and ended up in the ER…AGAIN…to get IV fluid. I don’t know how this keeps happening to me, but yesterday’s was the worst I’ve ever been. No doubt. I’m afraid that along with all my innards and my sanity, I may have … Continue reading A no-brainer day
I’ll take another moment to write another non-blog. After nearly 10 pages of thesising, I realized it was all crap and deleted it. Such is the story of my life…but my new page one is REALLY good! Yesterday was my mini-me’s 18th birthday. Mini-me is a girl whose family used to live across the street from … Continue reading Artifical dancing and knee-high socks
I met with my thesis advisor (ahem, “my third reader”) who has now given me deadlines for writing. My first is Sunday (10 pages) and my next is Wednesday (10 pages). And I have…two pages. So I’m going to take a hiatus from writing a decent entry of all the things that have suddenly struck me … Continue reading What’s with all the paprika?
[this is part 2: click here for part one] We have reached the end! Ten days of sitting in a bucket, and Jingles the Magical Growing Elf has (likely) reached the end of his growth spurt, considering he’s looked this way for the last 8.5 days. I will let the pictures do the talking. It … Continue reading Santaland Diaries*: Jingles the Elf
To commemorate the new year, my absolute FAVORITE holiday (as in, I loathe it with a passion only slightly less than that of Valentine’s Day), I’ve decided to compile a list of my top ten moments in 2010. These moments were determined by a sense of long-lasting (at least the entire day) euphoria and general extreme … Continue reading Top 10 of 2010
So I’m growing an elf. It was a Christmas gift from last year, and I put it in a “safe place” along with a couple other gifts (a fire-spitting wind-up nun and a chocolate covered rice krispie treat, which I sadly will admit I ate when I found the elf), meaning I didn’t find it for … Continue reading Collectible Magic Growing Things
During my freshman year of high school, we read Dandelion Wine. I don’t remember the book very well, but I remember in the beginning, Douglas, the 12-yr old protagonist, has this revelation that he is alive. It’s this liberating, illuminating experience, and it almost takes him off-guard. He doesn’t really understand this feeling of life. In the middle/end of the book, Douglas discovers the temporary … Continue reading This Christmas