GOOD DAY

2 tshirts, 1 jacket, and a pair of heels for under $14. practical theft. may I add that two of my purchases are still rockin the shoulder-padded look.

I showed my mom the jacket and I saw all faith and hope she ever had for me and my future visibly drain from her soul. this windbreaker is like no other I have seen in at least 15 years (my memory from age 3 is fucking sharp, especially if we're talking about a jacket of this caliber). teal, blue, red, and purple vomitted all over nylon and I bought it. I couldn't not.



I told Sarah we could share it next yr so she wouldn't have to be jealous.

the guy at fiskes's(ks'sk's'sk's?) gave molly and me free erasers.

then we watched the octopus man story.

so what I'm trying to say here is my day off was so glorious.

mom found a beer cap on the countertop that I neglected to see, let alone throw away.

aka I'm gonna kill Pat. I would have gotten away with it.


in other news
I think I'm turning into a grandma because
1.) my neck and shoulders always hurt
2.) my driving has sucked so incredibly much lately. driving in the city the other day, I was almost beside myself
3.) being grouchy or maybe just always needing more sleep. either way.
4.) I'm slowly caring less and less about how I am physically presented to the general public
5.) working at the williams sonoma (with women who have grandchildren/are of grandma age)
6.) on saturday night, I stayed in and watched a show about tornadoes on the weather channel and "Hannah and Her Sisters" on demand. I'm not ashamed, it's just weird.

not your average house party?

formula for success/a huge mess the next morning:

3 p's

pineapple (get drunk and take a bite)

peanut butter (leah chose chunky, that's fine)

and petting (because it's all good.)

puking also ensued, try to avoid that one.

exclusive refining mask

that's an oldie, but always a cutes.
i'mma go watch the vinyl murders or something.

u kno'

many substances this weekend because I felt too lazy to do anything else.
it doesn't make sense, but yeah it does.

I've been mulling over this since September, but I know I won't last 4 years in Vermont. as an idea I've only recently come up with, I'll probably consider moving to the west coast at some point. maybe maybe. big maybe.

obviously I come home for a much-needed break and I collapse into a mysterious illness, mostly a plague-like eye infection. I was in the emergency room on Saturday night. lots of eye drops in my life currently. also vicodin? sure.

but the good news is that I watched this

things that keep me going during the longest winter of my life:


my mother's cute emails and my dad's adorable texts

taking the time to actually feel my extremities freezing while walking outside

looking at the mountains when I walk to class

http://www.sandiegozoo.org/pandacam/index.html

lots and lots of ibuprofen every day

my naptime playlist

cuddling with bub

netflix

asking an a topcat to sing "womanizer." he harmonized first

letting my nail polish chip off; I'm on day 19



it's just too cold to function, but spring is coming soon.

a review I read of the M83 album that came out last April (late to the party, per usual):

"these songs make me want to drive with the windows down and make out with someone in a cemetery."

just, why can't there be more people like this in the world?

are you even surprised?

happy valentines day, you classy lady.