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I may be somewhere along the Oregon coast in chilly, damp weather but there’s wireless Internet everywhere which means that in the middle of intellectual things like talking about writing….stuff….I can still enjoy YouTube.
Meet my new heroine, Alana, who I foresee will have a great career as she grows up with appearances on Jersey Shore, Real Housewives of Beauty Pageants and eventually, Intervention.
PS. I think her special “juice” is actually just Mountain Dew. Right?
And here’s the obligatory “happy new year” blog post. Yay for 2012! Actually, whatever 2012. Am I the only one not really that excited about this coming year? I’m excited about certain things that are planned to happen in the coming months but with all the other annual stuff, the thought of facing another 365 days is a little tiring. 2011 was good. 2010 was good, too. So was 2009. So I expected 2012 will be equally good.
(As my luck has it, my house will explode and/or all my limbs will fall off as soon as this post goes up.)
I’m also catching up from the previous year by finally uploading my photos from our trip to Mammoth Lakes this past summer. Yes, summer. I’m so lazy. Here we are at the top of Mammoth mountain, over 11,000 feet above sea level! This was a couple days after I got altitude sickness and puked in a flower patch after a not-so-rigorous hike. Check out what happened on top of the mountain below!
Okay, so I saw a picture of my butt recently and it made me really sad. I mean, I think I look fine sideways but when it comes to a full frontal (or full butt view), my heart fills with despair knowing how much food I’ve consumed over the past holiday (starting with right after Thanksgiving because on the actual Thanksgiving day, I was hanging out in the ER while NOT eating food). Things I’ve eaten in the past week for Christmas include: pasta, pumpkin bread, cinnamon buns, turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, chocolate, licorice, cookies, cookies, cookies, pickles, hamburgers and way too many burritos.
So here’s my first New Year’s Resolution: climb the Prospect Walk stairs (or whatever they’re called) in our neighborhood at least once a week. There are at least 3 sets of them up and down Franklin Hills, which means the neighborhood has given me my very own (free) gym.
They remind me of those super steep and narrow stairs they have in almost every temple in Japan. Maybe that’s how monks stay in shape. Are there monks in temples? I don’t know.
I’ve been noticing a strange thing happening this past year: the tenuous relationship between memory and friendship.
I like to think I have a relatively good memory, both short term and long term. I can recall birthdays, conversations, stories and people. I always forget where I left my keys but I can tell you which rides we rode and in what order on our last trip to Disneyland. I remember who said what, not in the sense of being anal and tracking down everything that happened in my life so far, but just a distinct understanding of what happened when. It’s not that hard. I thought most people, including friends, were like this. But there’s been a recent occurrence–or perhaps I’ve only recently come across it–where what I thought (and knew) what happened is not what other people remember. And it drives me insane.
Sometimes when I watch my favorite reality TV shows, I try to imagine what it would be like to be on television, faced with the same situation, talking to the same people and dealing with all the cameras. And then I remember, hey! I did that already!
I think most of you know, but B and I were on an episode of Secrets from a Stylist on HGTV earlier this year where we totally lucked out and had our guest room made over by the one and only Emily Henderson. I was too lazy and busy (lasy? buzy?) to write about it but since the year is wrapping up, I decided to get it all down.
B was hesitant at first to appear on camera but everything fell into place and you’d have to be insane to turn down a free offer to change over what used to be an eyesore room in the house. All we had to do was have shoot for two days and hand over our house key while we went out our daily lives. It was a little nerve-wracking to leave our house behind but the whole crew was awesome and nice that it was like having a bunch of friends hang out there while we…weren’t allowed to come home. Or something like that?
I can’t believe we’re wrapping up 2011. It’s been an eventful year but just because stuff happened doesn’t mean I dropped the ball when it came to my annual reading goal. This year, though, I was [un]lucky to have my first semester reading list, which meant taking on 20 “serious” books for writing, which meant almost a book a week between June through November, which meant that the quality of books I read went way up and that I’m surprised my eyesight hasn’t gotten bad from all the page turning.
Somehow I managed to still read 40 books (and hopefully one more: Cold Comfort Farm which I’m reading right now) over the past year. I’m proud because I honestly thought I wouldn’t make it and that I’d have to disembowel myself for dishonoring the family. Or something like that.
This is like two horrible nightmares in a single picture: bananas (which everyone knows I hate) and the alien from Alien. I hate the alien from Alien. Somehow I watched this movie when I was really small and was completely traumatized by every single scene. Even just looking at H.R. Giger books, which my dad had plenty of, made me scared. I hate you, alien from Alien. And I still hate you, banana.
The best thing about Spotify is that I can make the most embarrassing playlist of the most embarrassing music from my most embarrassing past and no one will know (unless you look at my last.fm account which I won’t share here). This also means I listen to some 311, which made me notice this album cover from their Greatest Hits album which listed the very important decade of 1993 to 2003.
Really, 311? Did you put out this album in the anticipation that you guys would be putting out another greatest hits compilation past 2003? Let’s be real. You guys haven’t had a hit song since…well…2003? There’s really no need to signify the time period. We all know. You were big in the late 90′s and early 2000′s. It’s already assumed when you hear and read the numbers 3, 1 and 1. But it’s okay. Cause amber is the color of my energy right now.
Okay, I know I haven’t blogged in a while. I also hate it when people say that. Like, really, who cares. But I made a conscious effort to avoid writing here because I had to focus on homework and my plan was to start once the semester was over and before the next one started. But then since focusing on homework also meant avoiding all video games, I had to catch up on that. And then I had the worst Thanksgiving ever (including two ER visits) which really didn’t put me in the mood to write. And then other stuff. But now I’m back.
And since I have so much to catch up on, I’m going to procrastinate and talk about this WTF crap I found on Etsy. It’s Christmas shopping season which means I like to scour Etsy for all the things that I want which also means I search for random things like “chicken” which leads me to stuff like this.
If you know me, then you know I love to wear scarves. Unfortunately, I mostly only have knit scarves but one day I dream about owning a big, soft, cotton scarf and wearing it 25 different ways like this hot little lady here. Why is this girl so pretty? I wish I looked like her.
Anyway…I KNOW, RIGHT? A new blog post? I’ve been meaning to write here more often but schoolwork has been kicking my very flat butt so I made the executive decision of not allowing myself to write here until I finished writing there. This decision also included playing any sort of game, which means I have Uncharted 3 Waiting for me.
Alas, I have to wait one more week. I turned my fifth homework packet in yesterday and now I have to prep materials for next semester which means I won’t be free to really write here and play games there until Thanksgiving. UGGGHH. IS IT NEXT WEEK YET?
On the plus side, I finally finished reading 20 books for the semester. Are you proud?
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