Lovely lovely lovely love...

Life is eating my ability to keep track of things. GOBBLING IT THE HELL UP.

• Tomorrow is my last day at a job that I just feel really good about leaving. Partially since I'm be going off to spend the summer at my happy place: camp. Partially (okay MOSTLY) because I dreaded walking into the building most days. To be fair I loved parts of this job (cute kids, sweetie pie co-workers) and I learned a LOT during my time here, but the fact remains that there were some aspects that made me want to run screaming by lunchtime. But for good or for bad, tomorrow is the time to bring cupcakes, hug goodbye and sail on. Who knows? Maybe I'll be back. NOT FOR NOW THOUGH.

• I have been having stomach problems for like 2 weeks now and I am at the point where I have to debate if I feel it's serious enough to break my health budget and see a doctor. When you don't have health insurance it takes a lot to make an appointment, but maybe daily pain and nausea for almost 14 days is enough?

• I love The Roots and I love this song. Yes it's from Yo Gabba Gabba and yes that is where I first heard it. Sorry I'm not sorry that this will be stuck in your head all day.

• I need a fairy godmother of hair-care. It's getting so bad that I am starting to daydream of pulling a Kim Zolciak and just living in wigs. I can't seem to tame the frizz monster or make my curls sit the way they used to. Does this mean I need a better haircut? Different conditioner? Does my hair just hate me and life? It's too confusing! In an ideal world I could wash it, throw minimal amounts of goop in there and roll out with luscious tresses. Right now it's like goop, fiddle, spray, be sad, give up, ponytail/messy bun/hot mess. AYUDAME.

• Read this. DO this.

• I just found round-trip airfare to Ireland for two weeks with a 4 day hotel stay included for 750. It's in January which seems cold. I'd probably be going alone which seems scary. Yell at me to buy it?

sleep deprived

I just wanted to let you all know that aliens creep me out, TV Guide said Law and Order was new tonight and IT WASN'T and I hate writing essays with the burning passion of everything in my soul.

And that's kind of all that's going in my life right now. Also my little brother snuck into my bed last night, kicked me off my pillow island like a pirate in footie pajamas and then slept upside down and roundhouse kicked me in my chest at 4 am.

Bonus quick question: Am I the only one who automatically assumes you must be rich if I see you writing in your textbook?

Weekend Wanderings

I woke up this morning thinking that it was Monday and ready to begin another week just to be pleasantly surprised that it was Sunday and I had a whole 'nother day of weekend, just ripe for the picking. So I decided since this was technically a bonus day, I didn't have to feel bad about completely wasting my day with naps, cookies and staying in my pajamas whilst catching up on some shows on Hulu.

This is what I watched:

You should watch it too. 

Seriously- it's funny, sweet, dramatic, and thought-provoking. And a bunch of other adjectives but you don't want to read a thesaurus. It's one of those great shows where none of it's characters is just a two-dimensional cliche. They all have good sides and bad sides and make shitty decisions or stupid mistakes that you could totally see yourself making.

I also made some delicious cookies this weekend for my family, and we all sat down to enjoy our freshly baked from scratch thank you chocolate chip cookies with milk together on the couch and cheesy music played and you could just HEAR the Scrabble board begging to come out for some wholesome fun when I started CHOKING ON THE DAMN COOKIE. And my parents laughed at me, and my brothers turned on cartoons, all while I gasped for oxygen and tried to punch the cookie out of my esophagus. I miraculously survived NO THANKS TO THEM and everything went back to my normal non- Leave It To Beaver lifestyle. But really, wouldn't that have been the stupidest death ever? That I had actually baked my own chocolate-y demise and got taken down by a hunk of flour and eggs??

Also during this weekend, I saw RENT (that story is depressing and illogical but the girl who played Mimi split her electric blue spandex pants during one of her big numbers so I can't say that it wasn't entertaining) and I also bought a winter jacket and a cute dress for $5 which was exciting because I felt thrifty, and then I went online and bought some shoes for $30 which was stupid and what I'm trying to say here is someone needs to take my credit card away from me.

Wouldn't it be great if I woke up tomorrow and it was STILL not Monday?

Does this make me weird?

 From we heart it

Everytime I drive past a forest or heavily wooded area, I can't help looking just in case there's a Bigfoot strolling by at that moment.

These are just things in my brain right now.

I'm alive! I've also had a crazy couple of weeks and my brain & body are fried. But I've been at a job that I love and spending time with some hilarious co-workers and friends, so don't cry for me Argentina.

This post won't be coherent or life-changing. (Is it ever?)

World Cup: This is probably the only time I get really into sports. And by really into, I mean I will make a special effort to watch/ keep track of the matches. I make no promises to really know what's going on besides goals=good. I'm especially into watching if it means going to a bar and cheering for the team that has the most players with cute butts. I want to kick whoever invented those awful buzzing vuvuzelas in the face. In case you're wondering I'm officially cheering for Spain (for my grandfather), Brazil (I miss that country so much) and the US- in that order.

Renegade Craft Fair: I went, I saw, I bought an sweet skeleton matryoshka doll poster from this guy.
There were many other things I wanted to take home also such as-

• These nautical prints from Tugboat Print Shop
• I could look at the posters from artist Kevin Tong for hours.
• Did you know I have a weird love for mustaches and mutton chops? (ESPECIALLY THE MUTTON CHOPS) Now you do. This ENTIRE STORE is about mustaches. I know everyone and their mom loves mustaches & it's a hipster thing but I don't care. I like this t-shirt.
• In love with 90% of the things from Rag Trader Vintage.
• There was something I really wanted from Queens Metal. I think it was a ring. With hearts. I can't remember anything more than that except that I *really* wanted it. Which I guess is stupid since I can't even tell you what it looked like anymore but here look at this badass ring instead.
• I'm obsessed with planners so I'll add this awesome one to the list for 2011.
• My hair is crazy & most headbands & combs look stupid in it, but that doesn't mean I don't ignore that whole visually appealing rule & stick sparkly stuff in my curly locks anyway. I want to add many things from heartfelt's shop to my collection. Like this shooting star hairband.
• Aaaaand full circle with another nautical print from Dwell Deep.

Oil spill: I literally cannot handle the news because the BP fiasco. To put it in emo words, it makes me heart die a little bit every time I think about it.

The new pennies look like Chuck E. Cheese tokens. Or the currency of the Justice League.

Sneakers: I'm looking for neon colored sneakers for the summer. Suggestions?

Coconut M&Ms: I'm obsessed.

Trying to avoid packing... A poem

Box wine in a Mardi Gras cup,
teeny shorts & a sacriligious tee.
I'm sweating dirt and procrastination,
There might not be one more attractive than me

I hate the entire moving process... like a lot. That is all.


P.S. If I ever become famous I'm going to demand that there be a chilled box of Franzia Sunset Blush waiting for me. And yes, I do realize that in this hypothetical situation I would be able to afford a nicer vintage than one encased in cardboard...