I love Muppet Christmas Carol (especially in the theatre)

I will someday soon be marrying this man. 

I'm not sure how this is going to work, since he is fictional, and not only that, but fictional from the 1800s. 

It'll happen though. Mark my words. 

Nephew Fred is mine. 

"Although Christmas has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe Christmas has done me good, and will do me good, and I say, God bless it!" -Nephew Fred

Quote of the day

So we were eating dinner tonight, and I was talking about my neurotic issues with my food touching, or how I don't "dip" things (chips, bread etc.) and my grandma says. . . 

"You know Uncle Dennis (that is my great uncle) used to take all his food, mix it all up in a bowl and eat it, and sometimes it was too hot so he poured milk over it."

Ahhhhhhh. I used to think that maybe Uncle Dennis and I were kindred spirits with our neuroticness . 

Apparently not. 

EDIT: I guess this was not done in a bowl. . . but his dinner plate. At the dinner table. 

No funny faces??. . . .

I found this video of Mel randomly the other day. I'm still not sure how to feel about it.

FYI: Funny faces= the effects you can use on Mac's Photo Booth.

Is she serious? Or acting? You be the judge.

I need a nose amputation.

Apparently it's a rule that I have to get sick when I visit my grandparent's house. 

Whatever. 

Quote of the day

One of the reasons my little sister should maybe not be home schooled. 

Maddy: "If I ever have a butler or a slave, I'm going to treat him really nice."

Me: "What? Those aren't the same thing. You own a slave, and you pay a butler."

Maddy: "Oh right, isn't slavery illegal now or something?" 

Guilty pleasure #2,937,629

Beyonce's Single Ladies song. 

Seriously Ken, if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it. 

I've dropped off the face of the earth.

So I'm at my grandparents house now in Orange County. I'm doing homework. 

You might ask me, "Does that suck?" and I would say, "Yes, very much."

My mom, Maddy, and I went on a three mile walk this morning. It was nice, and now I have a blister on my foot. 

Yes, that sucks too. 

So at the moment my mom and grandma are cutting the dog's hair, Maddy is reading the comics, and my dad and Grandpa are talking and watching football. 

Go us. 

FYI

I've gotten nothing done. 

What is wrong with me? 

Epic fail. 

This is not good.

To Do today

• Write art history essay on Matisse and turn it in
• Trim casserole dishes at school
  
• Pack
• Clean my room+bathroom
• Do write up on volunteer work
• Supervise high schoolers at  church while they practice their Christmas production
• Buy a gig bag for my banjo
• Buy Peter Pan (the book)
• Try not to blog
• Try not to shoot myself.

This will be a fun afternoon+evening+night+morning

Not. 

Btw, there is a guy sitting outside Peet's smoking a cigar. 

Hm. Interesting. 

Is it so wrong?

I feel very creepy admitting the fact that I find Jack white attractive in this music video.

A. Becuase he is Jack White

B. Because he has a pedostache

C. Because he is Jack White.

"my hands are cold. . . yours too"

Poo. 

I'm at Peet's but all the seating is taken up inside so I have to be outside on a bench. 

This is the worst day of my Peet's life. 

On a happier note, I am wearing a mustard colored blazer. 

That's pretty much making my day a little brighter. 

P.S. That is not me or my future self in the photograph above. At least I hope not. 

I am determined.

Gosh you guys, I have just been having a self realization day. 

I have realized that although I pretty much always eat healthy food, I really have been eating at messed up times of the day. 

I have realized that I have not been exercising like I should. 

I have realized that I have not been keeping very good hygiene. . . well, I shower often, but as far as making sure my face is super clean so I don't have hurty forehead syndrome, or that my toe nails are painted, or shaving my legs, I'm not a man, honest. 

My room is a bit messy. 

I have not been getting enough sleep. In fact I shouldn't be writing this right now, I should be sleeping. 

I know I'm in college and I'm supposed to be living off of top ramen and instant mashed potatoes, but I live in Northern California, and doggone it, we are hippies. 

Starting tomorrow, I resume my healthy living that I had before school started. I was so happy and healthy and fit. Well, I'm still all those things actually. 

But I love being healthy, it makes me feel so great. 

That is until the month of december when I will eat cookies for every meal. 

What? December is next week? That's a problem. 

I'll keep everyone updated. 

*Whimper* my school is so lame.

So, I don't know if I've talked about my ridiculous counseling class. 

It's the biggest waste of time ever. That's all you need to know. 

Anyway, I was talking to this guy in my class about transferring and how it's so stressful applying etc. 

Apparently we want to go to the same school because he said, "Yeah, San Diego is hella cool, I hella wanna go there, hella. Like, they have hella stuff to do, and they have hella beaches, and it's a hella nice campus. I hella liked the state campus hella better then the UC's campus. It was hella tight." 

I didn't know how to respond to that. 

Hella. 

My favorite boy in my history class dropped. 

Either that or he is a huge slacker and doesn't come to class or take the tests. 

 It's probably the second one. 

All beautiful boys have their downfalls. 

Dancing queens.

This is why I will not be able to leave for college next fall. 

And yes, they are dancing to the demos on the keyboard.

 How did you know?

It just ain't right.

I spy with my little eye, manpris. 

Do do do dooooooo!

So, is anyone else as happy as I am that I outgrew my awkward stage? 

 

I did, right? 

Sometimes I enjoy looking at old pictures. 

Other times I find things like this. . . 

Oh Jr. High, go, may I never wish you back again. 

Boys are so weird.

Okay, so you all know that I go to Peet's a lot. 

The one in Pleasant Hill to be exact 

(stalkers take note). 

I usually get tea because

 A. It's cheap

B. It's not bad for you

We have also established that tea makes me pee like a race horse. 

So, I often occupy the bathroom at the Pleasant Hill Peet's. 

And can I just say that boys are not considerate. I cannot even count the times that I go in there at the seat is up. If you are at your home and you do that, and your wife has to put it down, that is still disgusting, but you guys know each other pretty well, so it's more annoying than gross. I have to put the seat down from guys that could be total creepers. Ew. 

Another thing, who raised these men? Two men? 

Just another reason why it is important for children to have a father AND a mother. 

Put the seat down, jeez. 

It's almost the most wonderful time of the year.

Not that I think I'm an amazing photographer or anything, but I took this picture of Maddy last year while we were decorating the tree, and I pretty much love it. 

Also, I know that it isn't Thanksgiving yet, but I would just like to say that I'm about to poop my pants out of excitement that in a mere 11 days, I will be listening to Christmas music! 

Uhm, I might cry. 

Excuse me. 

I love this.

When I was little I wanted to be Shirley Temple so bad. 

To this day I sometimes still sing this song when I wake up in the morning. 

I love it. 

Seriously guys, come on

Okay, so I am seriously not offended by swearing. Like, not at all, you may swear up a storm and I will not think any less of you 

(well, I might think you sound retarded, and that you are completely uncreative in the English language department)

I don't think that swearing is wrong, I just think that it's not polite. 

Especially for girls.

But, one thing I don't like is people taking the Lord's name in vain. 

I'm not talking about "oh my god",  I'm talking about the people, at my work for example, who today decided that the phrase of choice would be "Jesus f*cking Christ" 

Like, really? Really? 

It was just lame. 

So, from now on, my new favorite thing to say in anger will be: 

Brigham freaking Young.

Stick that in your pipe and smoke it. 

I'm sorry if this post was offensive to anyone.. . wait, who are we kidding , no I'm not. =)

My childhood favorites

Thank you Grandma

This will take up a half hour of your life

It's totally worth it.

Be prepared.

*Ahem* 

Too my future husband:

I will be naming the children. 

Olive, Ingrid, Luna, Jude and Peter. 

I'm not sure if I want to have that many children, but better safe than sorry in the name department. 

That's what I always say. 

Ahahaha, I need more sleep.

So, today at work, I was just dead tired from my stupid all nighter that I pulled. Really really tired. 

I walked outside to drop a check at one of my tables, and I saw this truck. 

I could have sworn that it said cock fight. 

I was so confused. I thought to myself, wait, they don't do cock fights in the back of semi's, and. .. they are illegal, why are they advertising it that openly? 

Then I realized how stupid I was, went back inside, and didn't tell anyone about my poor use of brain cells. 

I am the champion. The very tired champion.

Your face

Your face on an all nighter

Any Questions? 

Sometimes I consider the bathroom my home.

I have peed so many times tonight. 

I blame it on the amazing Winter Solstice tea of which I am on my third mug. 

Oh dear.

I have been officially distracted for a good 20  minutes. 

Just how big can I get my hair without teasing it? 

The world may never know. 

Emily Sandberg: Procrastination at its finest. 

I'm a dirty hippie.

There was never a good war, or a bad Peace. 

-Benjamin Franklin 

Because I love them.

I'm procrastinating. Really. 

A lot. 

I'm still writing essays. 

And it sucks. 

Can you tell I'm writing an essay?

"I scrambled up to childhood, fell with a crash into girlhood, and continued falling over fences, up hill and down stairs, tumbling from one year to another till; strengthened by such violent exercise, the topsy turvy girl shot up into a topsy-turvy woman."

-Louisa May Alcott

I'm going to live in a tree house.

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, to see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when it came time to die, to discover that I had not lived. -Henry David Thoreau, Walden

History.

Congratulations Barry. I hear they have a nice gym in the White House. 

P.S. Is he not really half black? I think he is more head black, and body white. 

She is cranking them out today.

"I think if I ever have a black son, I would name him some kinda of weapon, like machete" -Maddy

Me and a little Banjo I like to call. . . I still haven't named it.

I know, I know, I'm really good. 

You don't have to tell me. 

Just say no to raising rabbits for winter accessory purposes.

I have a story. 

So I was at the Denny's the other day with my family, and we were talking about crazy home schooling families. 

I was reminded of this time when I was about 11, and in my most awkward stage that I was ever in. 

My mom signed me up to be friends with a girl who owned more rabbits than I have ever cared to see in my life, and used their fur to knit. 

We played Mancala for hours. 

There are two kinds of people in this world who play Mancala.. . 

Home schoolers and africans. 

It is a memory that will be with me forever and ever. 

I'm not sure how I feel about that. 

P.S. I found out at a later time that their family re-enacts the manger scene in front of their house at Christmas every year. Apparently no one told them we live in a Ghetto. 

My heart is about to jump out of my chest. On to the floor. And die.

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Quote of Saturday

My mom explaining to another home schooling mother why I volunteered to be part of the Living History program at Sutter's fort. 

"Yeah, she really enjoys role play." 

The home schooling mother ran away. 

Really fast.