O Canada

ohhh canada...you and your silly healthcare....

"she'll jump anything that moves" - liz

a tribute...

to roger sterling. mad men.



thanks old dude. you're the sexiest. MAD MEN : july 25. be there.

you just have to.

it may be what KDWB has dubbed as "lutheran guilt" but whenever i feel like too much...gluttony has seeped into my mindless, boring life, i feel gross. like i desperately need to be clean. and thus... cleaning ensues.

mindless pleasure has been my summer. nothing too uncomfortable, so i call it "pleasure." no school, so i call it "pleasure." lots of ice cream, so i call it "pleasure."

but then i woke up this morning, with the work ethic of a...donkey? what's the saying?

i woke up, gathered the strength to descend the 4 feet below my bed to the world awaiting, and then i heard the garage door opening. then, yes, i actually yelled, "fuck!!!" to myself. (because up until the moment i put my foot on the ground, the house had been deserted [molly's softball tournament]. what an ugly coincidence.)

following the f-word outburst, i wrote a list of a bunch of chores i wanted to accomplish today. i busily started, and pretty much chore-d-it-up the whole day. then, naturally, at the end of it, i took out my list, and a pen, and prepared to cross out all the chores.

to my surprise...

i completed only two of them.

sorry i keep posting about Twitter crap but i saw this, and oh! happy day! (see how the first tweet is awesome, but then is followed by...hahaha)

and then you simply click the link and BAM:

laugh. out. loud.

this guy's really good on jay leno and chelsea lately.

For Tessa

i was re-reading Diablo Cody's old tweets on Twitter just now (a regular occurence, i assure you), and i came across this brilliantly hilarious tweet, that is rather relevant, is it not Tessa?

probs

over the past few days, there has been a significant source of happiness in my life. its name is Weeds. Weeds is a tv show that I've really liked for quite some time, but the new season doesn't air for quite some time. yet, miraculously, Entertainment Weekly did a short but sweet page on it, and as you can see, I've plastered that sucker on my bulletin board (which sits right by the exit of my room.) so everyday, multiple times a day, I see this picture and my Summer of Disillusionment gets a little brighter for a few fleeting moments.

have i blogged about weeds yet? probs

PROOF!

remember the post entitled "cutesy giggle"? (remember how fucking stupid that title was?) well, here i offer evidence that my accusation that "she's always looking up at him like that, like she simply cannot believe that he's so damn cute" is true.

by the way, this is NOT creepy. wahh :( still, i shall post...

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see?? he must get tired of seeing the inside of her nose so much.

For Erin < 3

Let me tell you about my day, guys. Let me tell you, how wonderful it was. How pleasant it was. How exciting it was.

The title is "For Erin <3" because I just saw Erin and she mentioned this blog. She also mentioned how ridiculous my "no capitalization necessary" approach to blogging is. Well, Erin, I will try my best to capitalize from now on for this one blog post. Also, the heart is because Erin hates that shit. I hate that shit. Let hilarity ensue.

Guys, I am blogging at such an odd hour (11:00 p.m.) for a number of reasons. Guys, I know you want to hear/read these reasons. Guys, I shall tell you these reasons. First of all, like I wrote earlier, I'm an insomniac. Second of all, I can still hear my uncle's voice downstairs. I'm officially scared of that man. Third of all, why wouldn't you guys want to know about my pleasant, wonderful day?

(1) I'm an insomniac because I do not do shit. I'm not sure y'all are aware of this, but when you don't do shit, you tend to not get tired (enlightening, I know!). Yet I continued my Apparent Summer Pattern by not doing shit today (though it did increase on the activity scale a bit from yesterday), thus, I cannot sleep. Thus.

(2) My uncle is here from Arizona (yes, the uncle that is married to the aunt that came up here but a mere two weeks ago. *sigh.) He is big. He is boisterous. He has a really deep voice. He is a picky-ass eater. He really only likes baseball, and baseball only. He's nice, and funny. But, I just don't want to spend time with him. So here I sit, in my room, typing. Oh Fucking A, I can now hear him Fucking Peeing in the room next door (the walls are PAPER THIN). Oh Fucking A. Jesus Christ I hate overnight, familial guests. Almost as much as Erin does (third Erin shout out!)

(3) I'm not going to write about my exercise regime today, because I simply fear I will jinx it! *NULL AND VOID* (that sentence did not happen.) I went to Target with Molly, where she repeatedly punched me. But surprisingly it was a better day for us, considering she actually acknowledged my presence. That was nice. Oh, memories. Then I went to Erin's House Where Brooks Actually (Also) Acknowledged My Presence. What an event. Then I had a frightening scare at Wal-Mart (in the parking lot, at 10:40 p.m.), in which I mistook the sound of my purse hitting the seat for someone moving who had snuck into the car while I was in the store. Frightening. I must have looked ridiculous now that I think about it: upon feeling quite frightened, I turned up the radio super loud, which happened to be playing Dynamite by Taio Cruz, and sang along, turning to look in the back seat every two seconds. Ridiculous.

Jesus Fucking Christ. I did not just write that shit. I'm sorry guys. See? This is why I have Five Friends.

*cutesy giggle*

oh myy...love is so kind

she's always looking up at him like that, like she simply cannot believe that he's so damn cute.