Saturday, January 20, 2007

kit kat and caboodle.

Among a number of rediculous things that I love this week:

-John Mayer blogging about Grey's Anatomy. And the fact that I just read John Mayer's blog. Thanks Catherine.

-Going to YouTube and searching for "cute kittens" or "funny cats". I've decided to start doing this at the begining of each day, in order to get things off on the right foot. It's unmatched. If people start doing this, we won't ever have to take happy drugs.

Cats on the internet are so hot right now!

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

the after life.

Sometimes when I get really excited about something, or bummed about something I missed out on that would've been awesome, I think about how kick ass heaven is going to be.

For example, today I was thinking about eating at the Legion Club after church, and how I won't ever get to do that again. Then I decided heaven will have a giant coat room to play in, full of the big, soft, tan and navy coats of American veterans and their wives. Heaven will also have tiny boxed cereals. And mini quiche. And bacon.

I also decided that heaven will be like a Beastie Boys concert where the beer costs a quarter. I know what you must be thinking. "If it's heaven, why isn't the beer free and why doesn't it just materialize in your hand when you want one?" Because. Think of all the cool people you'll meet in line!

Heaven will also have a trampoline room, a zip line into a swimming pool, and spontaneous real time, real life freeze frames.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

i'm feeling fergalicious.

In an effort to anty-up with all the boys embarking on their young man-ventures lately, I'd like to again gush about the fact that I'm moving to Portland.

Sure. You have a story. A really freaking GREAT story. And I'm jealous. The settings vary: Korea. Prague. The Apalachian Trail. Cross-country road trips. Cross-country bike trips. Crossroads. Fandango.

You travel alone, free. (Who would wanna 'R' you?) Or with friends. Or you make them along the way.

You hop trains. Your work on your thesis. You buy beer for homeless men and shake their hands, introduce them to your friends.

And I love you guys. Have nothing but love for you guys.

But hang on a sec, white boy. I get a story TOO.

I'm moving to Portland.
And I'm going to talk to strangers about cats and gay marriage.

I'm going to go to art shows and make eye contact with underweight boys.

I will find a job that may or may not have anything to do with my college degree.

I will go to parties and come home thinking deeply about life.

I will eat some kind of middle eastern food and then put that middle eastern food item under "interests" on my MySpace page.

I will wear less makeup and have an opinion about my wearing less makeup.

I will camp. I will climb things. I will be well-informed.

I will write in my JOURNAL and read JD SALINGER BOOKS and listen to my iPod in the RAIN!

I will live a COMEDY and a TRAGEDY and A LOVE STORY!
An EPIC! And unlike your story, my story will contain parts about my MENSTRUAL CYCLE!

That's right. I'm moving to Portland muthafuggas. Eat your endearing little heart out Zach Braff.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Impossible is the Opposite of Possible

crying laughing.