in my next life...

maybe once i told my mom that i had wasted all those years on an engineering degree, when i should have been break dancing.

maybe this is my favourite documentary. so maybe i pre-ordered the dvd online. and maybe i made r and my roomates watch it the same day it arrived. and maybe they were all blown away too.

maybe there aren't enough b-boys in my life anymore. miss you j!

and ganbare ichigeki!

to liso: remember?

nyabo disguised as ET, sneaking into LaQuinta.
"THAT is kolob arch?" "i still don't see it."
dining plus.
5 hrs of stocking material.
i just love that little wagon.
the great A.R.
there is dog hair in my cereal.
watching snou's bum in a plastic diaper.
that HONDA.
broken car, sick, real world, dale's theraflu with Christmas ribbon candy.
recognized at subway through acquaintance with a sibling.
gum (tea) party.
a gold brooch with an amber cameo.
tomato schmear einstein bagels.
an orange hoopty.
'MAGIC' shows. pennies along the table. a fish in a fish bowl. a costume dracula cape. WOW.
splinters from the spiral staircase.
orange wax panpipes.
foggy glasses.
bike rides to the mercantile for candy--why bother to sneak out the window, if no one else is home???
dancing to tchaikovsky.
cherry luden's = good. orange menthol luden's = gross.
a pink-shelved book check out.
masking tape divisions.
a circus in the backyard, featuring some (not so) cool stuff.

how could i ever trade any of it?

Librarians vs. Barbarians. The saga continues.

This is from a while ago, but worth posting nonetheless:
So, turns out some of my roommates are pretty into theme parties. Which, I admit, I'm not entirely against. Maybe I am actually one of those roommates. Also, it turns out that grunting/yelling, whacking people with brown paper rolls, and throwing yourself in front of the camera when people are trying to take nice portraits can be liberating. Also, a lesson learned is that whenever you compete at contests, if you yell 'I WIN!' lots and lots in peoples' faces (whether you win or not), they don't tend to question you. Probably cause they don't want to get whacked again. Respect is back in the hands of the brutes. Mu-hahahahaha!

hands.

this is panda bug:

he's been hanging around my parts for a while, but he's kindof insecure. I told panda bug that meeting fun kids would help his self esteem so he joined a hopscotch group, but he really prefers vegging out at home. pb also loves reading:

mostly satirical comedy and children's lit. (i've also caught him, on several occasions, perusing my breadmaker instruction manual...i don't really know what to make of that.) he also likes playing hide and go seek. sometimes his hiding places are really good. sometimes not so good:


silly panda bug. he gets himself into awkward situations, and i always have to remind him to brush his teeth, but i love him. he enjoys car trips. he is a good listener. and he always cleans up after himself.

a coincidence revisited.

FACT: A little over two weeks ago I got a cookie fortune that read as follows: 'You will receive an unexpected treasure within the week.'

FACT: A little over one week ago, I DID receive an unexpected treasure.

dangerous.

today work was lame. so there was good conversation.

j: "i wish i were an oscar meyer wein-er!"
h: "being an oscar meyer hot dog would be like being in the military."
j: "why, because someone might grill you or drown you in boiling water?"
h: "because being in the grocery store would be like being behind enemy lines."