also a top ten soundtrack

OH MY GOD, DIRTY DANCING IS THE BEST MOVIE EVER!!! I swear, I've watched it a million times, and each time I wish it was ME that went to a dance camp in the Poconos in 1960 with my parents. (Could anything be less appealing than ballroom dancing with your hot new boy toy in front of your folks?) Right now I also wish that I had a young, shirtless Patrick Swayze in my bed.

The next time I write, I will be in EUROPE, partying it up with my mom. By "partying," I mean visiting museums and taking bike rides. We don't do drugs. I am, however, determined to see a live sex show. By myself. (Actually, doing that with your parents is less appealing than the dance camp thing.)

So: Bon Voyage, me! Have a safe trip and don't be a stranger!

calm yourself

Wow, I have had an EXCITING day!! After going to the eye doctor in the morning, I spent ten hours in my chaise lounge reading a book cover to cover. And doing laundry. But not folding it or putting it away, that would have been too much work. No, it's just sitting cleanly in my laundry basket on my bedroom floor. Jealous?

new life, new colors

So do you like the new layout? It's for my new life, the one that began on Thursday as soon as school finished. This new site design is a labor of love, one that I've been thinking about since December but never had time to work on, and then finally stayed up for hours last night switching over to a new template and then promptly changing everything about it. This morning, I learned how to use AppleWorks so I could do pretty banners at the top. The one up there now is in honor of all the psychotropic drugs I will not be taking in Amsterdam.

Also, I have to issue an apology to my friend Rachel, who has NOT been purposefully neglectful of me, but was just really busy at work. I can relate.

And a shout out to my brother Benja, who checks this site daily. Although he won't be reading anything juicy anytime soon, since he is my personal access card to swanky a-list clubs but is too lazy to come out with me tonight.

oral fixation

I AM DONE WITH SCHOOL!!!


Having no work is the best ever. Last night, I drank several glassfuls of Bailey's and this morning, I enjoyed a leisurely stroll down Beverly Drive, a Jamba Juice, and a pedicure. Seriously, I love Jamba Juice. I had never really had one until I worked there in college, and then I had one every day, which kinda got old after a while, but now I like nothing better than a Protein Berry Pizzaz with no bananas sub strawberries light soy milk sub pomegranate juice (or cherry, whichever they have) on a hot day. Or a slurpee, really, both are good.


Right now I'm watching only the best children's movie ever made, Babe. My love affair with Babe started in eighth grade when my friends and I discovered a thin paperback book, Babe the Gallant Pig. We thought it was the funniest book ever. When I saw the preview for the movie, I nearly flipped out. Thank goodness they didn't butcher it all up, instead making it even cuter with the singing piglet and those mice that read the chapter headings.

slob

So we have this mouse, right? And we haven't caught him yet, but we've set up traps all over the apartment, which are disgusting in and of themselves. And we've put all the junk food in the fridge, and all the cereal in the oven, and the trash gets taken out every single night now.

But my roommate is still a slob.

I came home from Blockbuster and found a colander of cooked spaghetti and a pan of tomato sauce sitting on the counter, and a sink full of dirty plates. Dirty as in, still had food on them. The roommate and her boyfriend were in her bedroom, but the lights were on and I assumed that they would come and clean up before going to sleep.

Silly me!

Nothing in the kitchen was touched for the next hour as I got ready for bed. Roommate's light was off and there was loud snoring coming from within. Upon my mother's advice, I woke her up and told her to clean up her food. (My dad suggested I move all the dirtied dishes into her room.) About fifteen minutes later, she and he emerged from her room and rinsed off their plates. And dumped the pasta in the trash. Which I GENEROUSLY took outside after they went back to sleep.


I am so ready to move.

ps: I can totally hear it rooting around in the kitchen.

no outlet means no outlet mall

From PostSecret:

My dad told me the worst swear word you could possibly say was "Bostonian." It meant "someone who has no private parts." My brother and I used the word until we were teenagers and my father giggled every time we said it, right before he sent us to our rooms.


When I was little my Dad told me that the tune played by the ice-cream van was the ice-cream man letting everyone know that he'd run out of ice-cream.

I'd like to marry me a man like that.

thank the fucking shit

I GOT MY MASTERS DEGREE!!!!