one tomato.

blogging feels impossible. because it is.

saddening.

i just texted that word to pencil. i did not know how to spell it. i first spelled it "sadening." aaand look. i typed it on this macintosh which spell corrected it for me. (it also corrected "corrected.") this is becoming very pathetic.

ANyway, blogging is impossible because i left my computer at my aunts house in salt lake city. so no pictures or anything awesome from my personal computer are available. Also impossible because my dads large and rather nice macintosh lap top is breaking.

Whenever i look at my blog, or most others, Safari quits immediately (there goes the red underline again).

When i asked my father about this problem, he said, "It's because your mom threw it across the room like 10 times."

Shocking.

No sarcasm, my mother is nice. that was shocking.

I said, "whaaat do you mean?!"

He said that she was sitting using the computer; a bug crawled on the lap top; she screamed and threw it across the room. Apparently this happened multiple times along with some other incidents that ended with this 17" silver brick on the floor, yards away from my mother.

And it is now deteriorating. in fact (the red line is telling me "in fact" is two words, which displeases me), there is a crack in the frame of the screen. Also it no longer has any whatever stuff that was making the top part of the lap "top" not constantly fall backwards.

It now constantly falls backwards.

i just finished watching "Eclipse," which i had never seen.

yesterday i discovered "Hoarders." i subsequently watched the funniest piece of television in history.

i went to the Atlanta aquarium. things like this turn me into a happy, curious 5 year old.

my face and feet were numb from walking downtown.

my family of carnivores/vegetarians/bratty whores finally decided on a 24" pizza that would suit us all. forty-five minutes after we ordered, our waitress told us our toppings were no longer available. we left.

trying new places proved to be bad. we went to a mexican place near our house. i got what i always get, a disturbingly large bowl of chicken and rice soup.

my life is so boring, why dont i answer phone calls.

tomorrow i am going to every thrift store.

i want to ride a bicycle.

no melodic allusions, please.

dulce far niete.

i do not appreciate baby voices. seriously, never do that around me. i will do it to you, but do NOt do it to me.

i do not appreciate the word 'though.'

i do not appreciate my phone on the verge of death (battery death).

i do not appreciate people trying to make me do things.

i do not appreciate angry thespians taking over the snow building.

i do not appreciate anyone who pronounces 'muslims' like 'mOslims.'

i do not appreciate hair not attached to heads.

(not saying that i particularly appreciate hair that is attached to heads.)

i do not appreciate any shower in my house.

i do not appreciate slipping every step on my way home.

i do not appreciate Eminem singing on the computer next to me.

i IN NO WAY appreciate sticky things. or spilling melty chocolate. or liquids outside of containers.

i do appreciate icicles the size of lightening bolts.

i do appreciate my matching coat and underpants.

i do appreciate horchata.

i do not appreciate that i already drank it.

and things.

talking with a crazy person.

Thinking

I was thinking about things
I was thinking about strings
I was thinking about things I want to be things
Then I thought about thoughts
And I dreamed about dreams
But no where I went, no where it seems

So thinking about thoughts
And thoughting about things
Or thinking about thoughting the thought that I think
Could be spacing a space
For dreaming a dream
Or seeming a something, a something unseen

Or not

i want sprite.

Why does looking at this girl and listening to bad brains, simultaneously, make me entertain, for the first time ever, the thought that i should get suum tattoos?

NoirOhio Vintage

yeah. enjoy a literal small part of this video.

well i guess that means i should do it.

brain on that

ohhhhh my. august fifteenth. hasnt it almost just been about a month since our last blog? Well kortney has been hastling me for quite some time to blog even though she KNOWS i haven't had internet for EVER until this past week. So it's a miracle that i can internet now. and this blog post is for kortney's blood-thirsty soul.

Kristin and I have been attempting to nail our large amount of beautiful shiz into our walls today. Turns out our walls are not only slanted and are kind of like ceilings, but are also PLASTIC. ever nailed stuff into plastic? YAAaap. Nat don work. Anyway, me and kristin were stranded here because both of our cars have broken. and while everything in the city is within walking distance and everything in the state is within biking distance, we're just not cut out for that. I mean, sure we'll bike around all day for our entertainment, but once it's a necessity, it's just not for us.

Also tonight we retreived some fascinating things from DI, including but not limited to, a red step stool (to match kortney's red desk), a wooden candlestick holder, more mirror, a giant wooden thingy to be painted, some pictures, some thing things, a book about tornadoes, a book about a monkey and a moon journal for kristian. DI is not open on sunday? weird.

i hope this satisfies your deeply disturbing longing for me, kertney. more will come. i hope ELi is reading this and preparing for his job. because i love him.

Kristian is rubbing lotion on unnatural places.

Oh. this is my hero.

and by hero i mean future lover if i'm lucky.

hot tramp.

Beautiful.

Sophiee's World.

Also, my roomates and I will be going to San Francisco in a couple of hours. UHM it is going to be so nice to get away from this disturbing land: see a clothing store, eat real food, look at well dressed people, sit on the beach (cold as it may be), walk around, watch humans, and see actually BEAUTIFUL places. I cannot WEIGHT. hopefully we shall have something interesting to share upon our return.

Enjoy stuff.