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June 8, 2010

“oh seriously, you’re gonna make mistakes.  you’re young.”

“come on baby, play me somethin’, like here comes the sun.”

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can you see the resemblance?

June 8, 2010

today i sat on a mock supreme court for my friend’s constitutional law final.  i was ginsberg/sotomayor.

the final hours…

June 2, 2010

the final countdown to the end of the semester has arrived, and so too has arrived the headache of grading.  so in the spirit of turning tragedy (hours upon hours of grading terrible papers) into comedy, behold the genius of PhD comics.

yep.

“just won’t” or “just wanna”???

June 2, 2010

so metric is one of my favorite bands and i frequently have the song ‘sick muse’ in my head, but when i sing it i say “everybody, everybody just won’t fall in love, everybody everybody just won’t play the lead”, but i was looking up the lyrics and they all say “wanna fall in love”.  i like the ‘won’t” better…what do you all think?

i wish the internet would die.

June 1, 2010

kill the internet

today is one of those days i hate the internet.  there are too many fucking ways for people to find another person and learn about aspects of their lives that one doesn’t really want to know.  for example, i know how to find my ex-boyfriend’s flickr page.  i really don’t need to see his life anymore, but it’s just there, waiting for me to click on it.  WTF?

my roommates have similar issues.  the whole ‘facebook stalking’ thing is so damaging to one’s fragile psyche.  i recall conversations where the following questions are asked:  ‘which friend is his ex? are there pictures? why did he just add that new girl as a friend?’  there is no fucking privacy anymore!  i don’t WANT to know, yet my stupid quest for information, gossip, or validation keep me from ignoring it–also, it’s EASY to do.  fucking internet.  go fuck yourself.

the screaming orphans!

May 31, 2010

so last saturday night i mozied over to Tír na Nóg on 33rd street to meet my good friend katie whom i hadn’t seen in a year.  she was in town for the weekend and this was my only opportunity to see her.  all she said was “we’re going to see a band, one of my friends is friends with the band”.  the picture in my head did not match what met me.

living in brooklyn and hanging out in wburg and on the lower east side, when i hear “my friend’s band” i think of a loud, douchey, hipster-filled bar with a mediocre rock band playing and a PBR in every hand.  i was so pleasantly surprised to listen to and meet the screaming orphans, four sisters playing irish folk music, awesome covers like “blister in the sun” and “take me home, country roads”, and some impressive original songs. with a loving group of fans (including mr. belding from ‘saved by the bell’, oh yeah, we chilled), i danced the night away.

i had an absolute blast and hope to see them again soon, so keep an eye out!

sugar sticks: a dahlia dream.

May 28, 2010

sugar sticks.

He was sitting across the table staring intently at me, thinking carefully before speaking.  After a deep breath he said,

“Here’s the thing,” he looked around nervously.  “I wanted to give you this whole sugar stick and I did.”  He set a pencil in front of me to represent the sugar stick. “But then I took it away.” And he snatched the pencil away from me.  “And now I’m giving it back, but only a small piece.” and he broke off the tip of the pencil with the eraser on it and gave it to me.

I paused and laughed.  “That sounds good to me.”  Then I smiled and leaned in toward him and said, “I don’t want to gain too much weight anyway.”

Then I jolted awake.