29 August 2010

28 August 2010

summer day 69


this is what birthday dinners are made of.

27 August 2010

summer day 68

today, I am 25 years old.





and I still get teary over unexpected surprises-- like an ehug from my bff's niece.





I hope you have a wonderful weekend, reader. you keep me going.

summer day 67


this is good news. planning a bike ride for tomorrow.

25 August 2010

summer day 66


amy treated me to olive garden last night as a thank you for watching her house last weekend, so more food makes me want to vomit. however, I saw this restaurant on my way home from the nampa store (actually not a bad place/shift...): hello, beefy's that also sells teriyaki. this is true 2c.

summer day 65


I bought a pair of Ann Taylor Loft slacks during my teaching days; they are a creamy/off-white color with a thin navy blue stripe, size 0p. guess who can wear them again? yep! this is serious marketing for golds gym. and dieting.

exercise and eat clean: get results.

summer day 64


this is meineke trying to rip me off for a brake job. my dad ordered the parts and fixed everything for about $120. effers.

summer day 63


gym locker 82--as in blink-182-- and a pink lock because there is no other cool color. this is proof that I am strange.

21 August 2010

think think... think think...

my head feels cluttered lately, as if the useless thoughts are impeding budding questions from breaking through the ever-rising compost pile.  so let's dig a little, shall we?

- currently, boise is experiencing 70 mph winds. KTVB just reported a fire and power outages in the area.  almost 2 years ago, dear mary ellen ryder passed away in a house fire due to strong winds on an august afternoon.  god and i were on tenuous terms prior to ME's tragic death; i fear that now i may never be able to accept someone as my savior who would allow (will?) such a brilliant, inspiring, and bright woman to perish in such a violent and disturbing way.  yet, makers and sellers of child porn will sleep soundly in their beds tonight, mildly perturbed by the sounds of rattling wind chimes and leaky doors.

- after a recent conversation with a self-proclaimed liberal (*insert rolling eyes*), i am even more convinced that elitism suffers unfairly from society's gradual assignment of its negative connotation.  aforementioned a-hole-- i mean, "liberal dude"-- mourned the absence of certain activities in the world olympics.  he maintained that skateboarding was truly worthy of olympian sport status.  isn't curling embarrassing enough?  think about it: one 14-year-old girl can run, catapult herself over a gymnastics horse, twirl mid-air, twirl again mid-air, and land on her feet-- all in a matter of 2 seconds-- and yet she is just in the company of a curling olympian who shares a medal too.  sweeping... flipping and twisting midair on snow skis down a steep slope of ice... sweeping...???  congratulations, mediocrity.  you've made excellence a bad word.

- i love my iphone 3g, but i think apple has purposely gutted its very life from my loving palms; rosie is noticeably slower and stupider, and i attribute her slow assent from the technology pedestal to iOS4's 15 minutes of fame.

- while i admire lady gaga's dedication to her music career, i cannot help but continue to doubt god's so-called dominion over the world's affairs after reading gaga's reaction to her record-breaking 13 VMA nominations: "God put me on earth for 3 reasons: to make loud music, gay videos, and cause a damn raucous."  like, thumbs up, lady... but we could really use someone to, oh, you know, cure cancer, solve food shortage problems, and bring back grammar lessons as the cool thing to do.

- if one claims to be an unique individual and another one claims to be an individual and so forth, does that mean that all those individuals are just part of one giant conglomerate mass of uniformity-- thus negating their individual status?

- each day, i become more and more comfortable with my refusal to breed.

summer day 62


this is scout watching the windstorm. Idaho weather, seriously? you suck.