Number 41

Hello World.

This is my 41st blog post, I tell you this because if I was an observant person I would have realized that my last post was the the 40th and done something special for it, however that is not the case. My last post was suppose to be extra special, and the fact that I cannot remember what I blogged about just reinforces the fact that it was not special.

So to make up for my lapse in judgment, today's blog will be extra special. I will blog about George Clooney.


(This will be in the format of a letter to George)

Dear George Clooney,

May I call you George?

Let me start off by saying I was both unimpressed and disappointed by the pictures of you on the web. I would like a few more pictures without the girlfriend and that ridiculous grouping of facial hair that you call a beard.

Now that we've gotten that out of the way. I love you. You're fantastic. You consistently maintain a level of charisma that most can't even aspire for.

Let me share with you my thoughts on some of you're roles.
What's-his-face on ER...ehh, I'm not a huge fan of ER, but you made it as good as it could be. You introduced the words 'suave' and 'good-looking' to the medical profession.

Danny Ocean, this is where my love for you spawned from. Ocean's Eleven is and always will be one of my favorite movies. That's all I can say about this because just reminiscing about this role has left my lost for words.

I must skip to your most recent role because I am so freaking excited about it.
Up in The Air. OH MY GOD. Ryan Bingham has to be one of my favorite characters of all time. In 109 minuets we watched Ryan grow vulnerable, and learn about himself. It was his job was to not get emotionally invested. He was making a living based of his ability to stay an arm's length away from all potential relationships. However throughout the movie certain relationships were forced upon him, which slowly caused a change in his philosophy. His goals and desires were redirected only in time to realize that what he really wanted, was much harder to gain.
The character of Ryan Bingham was likable throughout the movie. You wanted him to succeed, you wanted him to be happy. He was confident, classy, caring, and human.

George Clooney, I love you.

Love,
Me.

P.S At the movie last night, Hayley ate Junior Mints, Leah ate Sour Patch Kids, and I ate Popcorn...
P.P.S I still love you

Eureka!

I have found it.
Yesterday I was absentmindedly watching tv and a milk commercial came on. I recognized the song in the background as some song sped up and played at a higher octave. I couldn't figure out what the song was called, but I did know that I heard it in some romantic comedy. So I sat there, in my room, on my shag rug contemplating...and then out of nowhere, it came to me.

The Song: Be Here Now
The Artist: Ray LaMontagne

:):)

You know how I hated life yesterday? WELL TODAY I LOVE IT!

I will share with you some high points:

-I got TWO packages in the mail! One was a pair of supper nice gloves I bought with a nordstroms gift card (mmmmm) and the other was a copy of one of my favorite movies, Into The Wild (also purchased with a gift card)!

-I got 10/10 on my first geography test! BOO YAH.

-I spent a two hours of my day apartment hunting, and while that was mildly terrifying at points...it was also very rewarding and fun! My two future roommates and I found some very promising leads! I would tell you more, but I don't want to jinx it :)

-Lastly, I spent some quality time with the homies!

I'm now listening to Cake and basking in the glory of today
<3
Peace.

Cloudey with a Chance of Annoyance.

Nobody likes a whiner, so I will not whine....I will bitch.

Do you ever want to just throw your phone at the wall? I do, all the time....However, I happen to need my phone, very much, so I don't throw it against the nearest brick wall. It would be so nice to have a drawer full of phones just waiting to be used. I can only imagine how good it would feel to throw your phone in an act of intense aggravation. An act so dramatic, it is actually delicious. If it wasn't for my limited resources (namely...money) I am convinced I would be stress free 91% of the time.

Speaking of limited resources, EFF THIS DORM ROOM. I'm sorry suppliers of education, but this cramped piece of crap that you have allotted me just isn't working out. On a good day it's cozy, BUT TODAY IS NOT ONE OF THOSE DAYS. I look around and I see possessions spewing out of every corner, every crevice. The corner by my lovely bay-window has been commandeered by the television, two drawer-storage unit-things; a coffee pot, a printer, a heater; AND MORE RANDOMNESS. Next is my desk...ACHH, I'M FEELING CLAUSTROPHOBIC JUST TALKING ABOUT IT.


On to my next grievance...
I am obviously a little foul tempered right now. Nothing settles the nerves like a hot shower, and I was feeling a little greasy (TMI?). So I got ready for a shower, I'm talking, bathrobe on, shower caddy and towel in hand, all I needed were my keys...BUT I COULDN'T FIND THEM. It took me a good five minuets to locate those little suckers, which would have been understandable...IF I WASN'T IN A TINY DORM ROOM.
After finding the little devils, I took my shower. After drying off, packing up my various shower products and properly adjusting myself (I live in a coed dorm, and the last thing I want is a Janet Jackson moment with my bathrobe) I headed towards my room. I was almost there when...MY SHOWER CADDY BROKE. EVERYTHING FELL OUT, AND I HAD TO BEND OVER (in my skimpy bathrobe) AND PICK EVERYTHING UP.

Bed Bath and Beyond, your shower caddys are BEYOND crappy.

Now, I will admit defeat, and salvage the last 68 minuets of today with some O.C, because apart from showers, nothing soothes me like The O.C does.
Here's to tomorrow, may the sun shine a little brighter.

Coffee?

I only have three blog post in 2010, I'm sorry.
Here comes number four.

My hair need's to be washed, my eyes need to be rested, my stomach has the indescribable emptiness that accompanies short amounts of sleep.
I'm laying in my bed, fully dressed.
Coffee sounds so good right now. Piping hot with a splash of half & half and sugar, mmmm.
I have one coffee filter left and nothing but dirty dishes, this caffeinated bliss will not come easily, is it worth it? Of course it is.

doodooodoooooo

Hey Kids!

It is satuday, and I have officially survived the first week of winter quarter! Proud? You freaking should be!
I'm going to create for you a list of things that have stood out in the chaos of this week.

Prudence my new beta fish (i'll post pictures later)
Anchorman
The splinter I have in my foot
The Weepies...more specifically, Riga Girls
Jalapeno Chips
My geography prof. that is a bunny
My PoliSci teacher that is a turtle
Award Season (I'm so excited)
and Entourage


Ahhhh.

Good day

Blog Fail.

Herro World!

Surroundings: Messy
Atmosphere: Slightly unsettling because of the mess.

I have nothing special to blog about, but i'm feeling rather chatty. I decided to give my roommate a break from my voice.

I pushed the clutter to the end of my bed, pulled my noise-reducing headphones out of the closet and put my itnues on shuffle.

Right now I'm listening to Solider by AJ Rafael--wait-- it just ended.
Now the beautiful sounds of Amos Lee are gracing my ears!

Anyways, today was the first day of Winter Quarter!
I bought a whiteboard today.
It's looking very inviting right now, and because this blog entry sucks, and is already doomed...I'm going to abandon it and go draw on my whiteboard!

PEACE OUT FOLLOWER(S)

Architect of Sweets

My beautiful gingerbread house:




And yes, it is bricked with pez!