Thursday, October 30, 2008

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

I have a headache.


Warning: I'm about to talk about how I feel. Crap. I hate it. 

So, I was trying to remember the last time I was home for a whole day. . . and I can't. 

I really do not remember the last time that I had a whole day at home. 

Pretty much how I feel is that if I don't have a day off soon, I might explode. 

My head may explode into a thousand million pieces. 

I also can't remember the last time I slept till after 7am, and went to bed before 11:30. 

I am going to run myself in to the ground, very soon. 

Close exhaustion of the 3rd kind.


If those kids don't enjoy their decorations tomorrow. . . 

I'm going to punch them. 

a-m-a-z-i-n-g

I'm in love with this movie. 

In love. 

Notting Hill. Watch it. 

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Quote of the day

I bought feathers for my hair today at Michael's. 

I love them. 

Mel: Em, you have feathers in your hair. 

Me: I know, do you like them? 

Mel: Uhhhmmm. . . uhhhh. . weelllll . . . hmmmm. . . they are. . . different? 

Oh Jim, you're such a tease.



I don't know if I've said anything about this lad. 

He is one of the other guys that my free single self is in love with. 

I don't know if it's his accent. . 

Or the fact that he looks a little like Paul McCartney 
(maybe better looking?)

There is a guy in my history class that looks like the street version of him. 

He is an artist. 

Let's just say. . . he is my favorite part of history class. 

Monday, October 27, 2008

Just say no to Russians.


Uhhhh. .  Uhhhhhhh ..  


UUHHHHHHHH. . . . 


I was asked out by a Russian today. 

He wanted to take me to see Saw V. 

I declined. 

Sunday, October 26, 2008

I love them.


If slaughter houses had glass walls, everyone in the world would be a vegetarian. -Linda McCartney

Yes, that's you Mrs. Denny


I have so much pressure. 

I just found out today that people actually read this. 

Yikes. 

Thursday, October 23, 2008

*Ahem* once again.




If I ever, ever, post about something from my life that is NOT stupid and pointless, but actually talking about myself in some way that I think people will want to know what is "up with me",  just stop me, just shoot me in the face. I'll forgive you. The world will be better off. 

I'm at Peet's. 

PROOF:


Yes, that picture was awkward to take. Especially since I was right behind the bathroom. Who knows what kind of unsuspecting victim would come out and see me taking a picture of myself. If that was to happen I would have no choice but to make it as uncomfortable as possible for them. 

Speaking of uncomfortable, there is some kind of "reunion" going on next to me between this guy and girl. I'm thinking it is something along the lines of, they were friends in high school and met again though some kind of facebook/myspace. I feel a little chemistry between them. . . awkward chemistry. If they start making out, I'm leaving. 


Sunday, October 19, 2008

hmph.



I got a banjo. I love it. 

That's all I'm going to say about it because I've been trying to post an amazing video of my talents all day and it isn't working. 

Hmph. 

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Just to be clear. . .




Let It Be is not a catholic song. Mother Mary is not THE mother Mary. 

It's Paul's mom. 

And for the record, Paul McCartney is one of the best looking men of all time. Beard and all. 

Friday, October 10, 2008

"It just popped"

Your head's too big it's taking up too much room, your head's too big, it grows like a balloon and it just might float away, and if you're unluckier than that, someone such as myself might come along, and it just might pop. It was an accident. . . it just popped. Your head's too big, it's taking up too much room, it's filling with hot air. You're making your own self swoon, you're in love with yourself. your head's so big and tall,how is it then your thoughts are small? Your heads so big and tall, You found yourself and lost us all. Your head's too big,it's taking up all the room. It's broken through the atmosphere, you're rubbing elbows with the moon
-The Ditty Bops



Okay, so today I had the best compliment of my life. It was intense. 

I was serving this table (table 33 to be exact) it was a man and a woman. The guy was older, in his sixties, and the woman was maybe in her late 40s early fifties. I dropped off their food, and asked if I could get them anything else. They said no, so I started to walk away when the guy grabbed my arm and said, "I'm sorry, I just needed to tell you, you must know this, I'm sure you know this, but I just have to tell you that you have the most captivating eyes, they are beautiful, and sparkling, and just, just, just captivating." Then the lady that was with him said, "Yes, we were just talking about it, and you are just one of those people you hear about, those waitress who are discovered by famous movie producers and  are the next big star. That is going to happen to you, I'm positive. I don't know how it couldn't. It's going to happen." 
 
Best compliment I've ever gotten. 

Ever. 

So apparently I'm going to be a huge star. 

I leave everything I own to my dog.


Once upon a time there was a girl named Emily who was very sensitive to caffiene. A very nice Peet's lady offered her a sample of a Pumpkin spice latte and Emily gladly accepted. Little did she know this latte would make her feel like she wanted to die. Soon her heart would jump out of her chest and he hands would be so shaky that she could no longer type and write blog posts for all to enjoy. It was a sad end to a short and full life of blogging. 

And everyone cried and missed her very much. 

The end. 

On that note, hope everyone is having a great day. 

my music autobiography

The Beatles. I will love them forever. End of story. Listen to Here Comes The Sun. 
The Shins. Musical geniuses is more like it. Listen to 
Sea Legs. 
The Ditty Bops. They bat for the other team. I know. I just like their music. Listen to The Weeds are Winning. 
Chet Baker. I would have married this man for his trumpet playing abilities. Listen to Everything Happens to Me. 
Cat Stevens. Hands down best musician ever to be banned from the good ol' USA. Listen to Oh Very Young. 
Ben Kweller. He reminds me of Maria because we both love him. Listen to I Need You Back. 
The Andrews Sisters. Does it get any better? I want to be them. Listen to Crazy Arms.
Regina Spektor. She is my favorite girl singer of all time. Listen to Samson. 
Jason Mraz. So apparently I have a thing for guys named Jason who sing. Listen to Love For a Child. 

And that my friends, was my music autobiography. 

In no particular order. 




Saturday, October 4, 2008

You say it's your birthday? Well, it's Brittany's birthday too, yeah.

Happy Birthday to my ridiculously good looking oldest sister.

There really is more to life, Britt. 

Hope you had a great day. 

And now you get your yearly, "I love you very much".

I love you very much.

Remember

If I ever start making posts about things that happen in my life that no one cares about. . . like what I ate for breakfast, how I'm so blessed to live in America, or what my favorite fabric softener is, and why. . . . 


shoot me in the face. 

The face. 

Oh, oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore.

Today a guy came into my work with Buddy Holly glasses on. 

It reminded me to marry a guy who wears Buddy Holly glasses. 


Friday, October 3, 2008

Celebrity quote of the day


"I'm glad I didn't have to fight in any war. I'm glad I didn't have to pick up a gun. I'm glad I didn't get killed or kill somebody. I hope my kids enjoy the same lack of manhood." 
-Tom Hanks

Wednesday, October 1, 2008