for Mom

so for Christmas I made my mom a crafty little ribbon lanyard keychain deal, which sounds extra lame, and definitely raises the question: why would she cry over that?  The answer is I paired it with this poem.  It's quite wonderful and hilarious and precious and genius, and I am glad she enjoyed it so thoroughly.  I wish I could have bottled up the moment she opened it and read the poem, it was the cutest thing in the whole world, which makes sense coming from the cutest mom in the whold world.  The end.

Merry Christmas, old boy

I feel as though the holidays definitely snuck up on me this year.  I mean, Christmas is almost over and I still feel as though it isn't here yet.  Odd.
Anywho, it was a swell Christmas.  Can I just say how much I love my family?  All of them.  I mean, of course you're going to be bothered by your family once in a very long while (ha) but I really am so lucky to have such a splendid bunch of relatives, immediate and otherwise.  They are all so loving and hilarious and fun to be with.  And of course I have the cutest nieces and nephews in existence.

As far as gifts, I recieved a modest truckload of clothes, accessories, and entertainment sources.  All quite enjoyable and lovely, though not to be outdone by a tiny ceramic frog (Derek) and a pair of painted metal horse figurines to decorate the dorm room (Mom).  I made Mom cry with my very touching gift- a lanyard/keychain accompanied by a great Billy Collins peom.  More on that later.

So then we upheld our new (since last year) tradition of going to a movie on Christmas day.  This year?  Why, Sherlock Holmes of course.  To sum up the entire experience I am just going to restate what I told Sarah: 

"Just wear a hat when you go see Sherlock Holmes, so that the bits of your blown mind don't get all over everyone around you."

win/win/win/fin

p.s. is it conceited to put quotes around something that I said?

he's perfect.

helloooooooooo beautiful!  I really think we would be just perfect for each other.  A girl can dream, okay?

Lava tomorrow, now I must sleep!

truer words ne'er spoken

New Favorite Meme

behooold, the Kanye interruptor!
i.e.

 

If you do not understand the hilarity of these, you are sorely missing out.  Okay I am really going to sleep now.  really. ....maybe.

PRISENTS!

Since they have already been recieved and the spoiler risk is now eliminated, I am now going to brag about the excellent gifts I gave to two friends.

for Sarah, from Santa:

the Avenging Narwhal Playset!!!!! um, can we say BEST GIFT EVER?!  really though, its perfect.  first of all, Sarah and I about peed ourselves on that fateful night that we discovered the very beautiful and tangible reality of narwhals.  also, the Avenging Narwhal Playset comes with four magical tusks and three adorable mortal enemies to spear (koala, penguin, and snow seal of course).  Magically violent fun, it really does not get any better.  take my word for it, kiddles.

for Andie, from Santa:

Dundler Mifflin Paper Co. t-shirt!  YES!  except she is of course a lady and will look much more like a lady in this shirt than the above non-lady.  I am very happy about this one as well, because Andie has a vast love for The Office and neat shirts.  Who doesn't?  If you answered "me", then we probably cannot be friends.  I apologize.  I think I will get her the Schrute Beet Farms shirt for her birthday, we shall see.


and also I just want to brag about the very neat gift I recieved for my birthday from my dear brother and his insatiably wonderful wife (no I don't just say that because you might read this, Ashlie.  Gosh, who do you think I am?) and their little baby:

"i read banned books" bracelet
I love it!  SO MUCH!















Good crap am I still awake?  at this ungodly hour?  sheesh.
p.s. prisents = presents with a Kiwi accent, of course.

Happy Birthday to me!

okay, well yesterday, technically.  Also I found out Jennifer Connelly shares my birthday which is neat because I lovelovelove her.

So my birthday party was so fun.  It was a fancy black/white dress up party and Jan was cute to offer her house so Sarah hosted.  We had fun little snacks (hors d'eourves? what?) thanks to my dear mommy, the patron saint of motherhood, and streamers and played and sang and danced to Lady Gaga and Bonnie Tyler.  Jan made delicious punch and Rachel made a glorious wonderfully beautiful cake (pictures later maybe?).

I got lots of nice things which was nice of my friends.  Not very many people dressed up and some didn't even show, so I was kind of worried about everything working out at first.  But then, everyone who I loved was there and it was fun and I just decided to forget about it all.  Doing so worked out perfectly, as the evening was perfect and I wouldn't have changed a thing.

Oh also I went sledding and wore myself out somethin' fierce.

Tomorrow is my family birthday party.  Does it count if I make different wishes for the different cakes?  Oh well, I'm doing it anyway.  I am very excited to see all of my cute family, I have missed them.  I want to hold Hollie all day.

In closing, a rather pretty thought from the wonderfully perfect gift that BFF Spag picked out:

"And crawling, on the planet's face, some insects, called the human race. Lost in time, and lost in space... and meaning."

(The Criminologist, Rocky Horror Picture Show)

sleep, that winged beast, beckons.

a thought on (in)significance

there's a nifty little function on blogger that can be viewed on the top toolbar.  It features the words "next blog" and directs you to just that, viewing the blog that has somehow been positioned next to mine for the moment.  I was clicking that button out of sheer boredom while Southpark reacted shrilly in the background, and I happened across several blogs, all of quite incredible degrees of variation.  With each click to the algorithmically aligned "next blog" I began to feel smaller and smaller. 
I am just one tiny college student's ramblings in the millions of poetry and cooking blogs, thriving like all the rest in the vain hope that maybe, somehow, more people will be blindly lead to my ridiculous collection of words and ideas and find some sort of value in it, be it entertainment or mindless reading or maybe a grain of enlightenment.  And the very worst part of it all?  Even while I recognize the very nature of my demise into the painful vanity and feeble hope that someday I might have a whisper of an audience, I continue to write entries like this one, entries intended for more than mine own eyes.  Even while I come to terms with how pathetic it all is, the vanity gains momentum and the hope becomes less feeble, though still laced with desperation.

More wisdom

from the mind of ever-brilliant John Green.

"Hearts can be broken from a great distance."

just a teeny little segment from a hilarious and enlightening survey post.  Waaaay back in December of '06.  Also waaaay before John Green himself broke my heart from afar by being married and sufficiently older than me.  Okay so that ridiculously pathetic pining I once held (not that long ago) for Mr. Green has now settled into more of a respectful admiration for his work and person.  I'm trying desperately not to come off as creepy.

...I'm not creepy!

I'm on a mission!

Though two of my finals are on Tuesday, and I have yet to begin studying, I am on a mission to read all of John Green's blog.  I figure he's a smart dude (a genius, but whatever) so it's not copmletely mindless reading.  I mean, my brain is being somewhat expanded.  It is interesting to view his progression as his books gained more momentum, and even just to peek into his head. 
I mean, I'm probably biased (okay, super biased) but he really is so brilliant.  I mean, just read this:

“…physical intimacy can never stand in for emotional closeness, and that when teenagers attempt to conflate these ideas it inevitably fails.”

also, while not displayed in this quotation, his extreme hilarity does not hurt that brilliance.  Maybe it's just me, but I believe intellect and humor are very snuggly neighbors.  Also, both are super attractive.  just sayin'.
anyway, read John's books, it's a good investment.  For real.

I love

HIMYM

wooo NPH!

wowZa

"Right now I percieve you to be an indestructible beacon of joy."

Excellent!

Oh my heavens, I adore Wayne's World.   I guess sometimes I kind of forget how hilarious it is until I watch it again.  It gets me every time, I swear the movie in its glorious entirety hasn't gotten old, and it never will.  Ever.

Wayne: She's a fox. In French she would be called "la renarde" and she would be hunted with only her cunning to protect her.
Garth: She's a babe.
Wayne: She's a robo-babe. In Latin she would be called "babia majora".
Garth: If she were a president she would be Baberaham Lincoln.

That will be the day that I am too old, when Wayne's World has ceased to ensue hilarity when I watch it.  I will have to sit down in front of a mirror and ask myself, "exsqueeze me, are you mental?"

pretty

“I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.”

(10 Things I Hate About You)

Cafe Rio > Costa Vida

just sayin'

P.S.

ish TASTY!