I'm a little hungry

I can't read what I'm typing, so if I misspell, misspeak, or misbehave I think forgiveness is in order. Why this sudden stroke of blindness? I have a MacBook Pro!!!! And the font is so tiny I can't read it and still haven't figured out how to MAKE IT BIGGER than that. Although I'm sure you're reading this just fine. 

But it's okay because I get to be Andy Warhol!

Rampant Mongoose Storms Iceland!

Soon I will add photography and other unheard-of delicacies to this blog. Soon meaning in the next 39870 days. Or when I feel like it.

Like now. Three dolls.

I was cataloging DVDs at work today and came across one called The Big Sheep.

Hmmm. One sheep or many?

And then I realized that it was called The Big Sleep.

And that was my day at work.

The Place Between

"I've been all over the world since you called," my mom gushes into the phone to an old friend.

This is a bit of an overstatement, unless you also believe Montana, our home state, and Oregon, where we've been on vacation, make up the entire world. Disclaimer--we don't live in Montana, and we didn't vacation in Oregon, but I don't want to give away my actual location. I mean, God, you already know where I go to school. I don't want to issue a bona fide stalker invitation.

Um, so we have been traveling a bit. Home and all else kind of blended together; driving sleepily down the highways I would lay claim to towns. "Chesterton," I'd think, "We have one of those, too," before realizing that it was my own. And that I'm in my piece of the world after all.

When I think about it, I realize that I have a certain fondness for journey films anchored in the distance between. Cold Mountain, Seven Years in Tibet, Far and Away, even A Little Princess. And I remember being twelve and coming home from Cape Cod and blinking with the exhaustion of home sickness, eyes trailing lines on a map. And then you get home and settled in and it is only a matter of minutes before you look at your couches, your sunny walls, and sigh to leave again.

Herbalhead games

Yeah, so I haven't been lazy or anything with blog upkeep these past few weeks. I don't answer to anyone but... my mom.

I have been keeping plenty busy. For example, this evening I spent several seconds puzzling over my Herbal Essences drama clean refreshing shampoo conditioner answer. Here's the thing: apparently in a (decidedly lame) effort to cross-promote the brand's conditioner, Clairol has taken to printing random useless factoids ("Herbalhead games") on its shampoo and conditioner bottles in the form of question and answer. Thus on my current bottle I find the alluring "On average, who do you talk to more than anyone else? Find out on Drama Clean Conditioner", flanked by the even more captivating and mysterious "Conditioner answer: pants".

Wouldn't the answer differ from person to person? I talk to my cat more than anyone else, but I doubt this fact will be recognized as universal*. And though I'm mildly intrigued as to what could provoke the egregiousness of 'pants' I'm not going to drive to the A&P to find out. At least not tonight.

*disclaimer: I made that up. I only talk to my cat occasionally.

awkward

I have almost nothing to say. It is difficult to comment on my life because the most interesting parts of it, ie my internship and volunteer positions, are off-limits for web discussion and other canoodling.

Just know that when speaking with a filmmaker today I got his name wrong three times and in an attempt to thank him, say goodbye, and assure him that I enjoyed his film I spewed out a steaming conglomeration of non-sequitor, amounting to something like "blarye!"

Yeah. I know.

At least I know how much change I should give back when tickets are seven dollars and they hand me a twenty!

I can count! That's right! And I don't care if I figured it out on my fingers, it still counts.

er.

Waaaaaahhhhhh!!!! 2 (or I don't want to go home yet)

Two and a half days.

That is the dregs that remain of my freshman year of college.

WTFFF??? Where did it all go?

And this is the third time I've been sick this semester (the first was during midterms, the second came about randomly weeks later, and now it's finals week and guess what?)

Seriously, though. I only started blogging in October, and it feels like I've been doing it forever, so why does the rest of the year seem so short?

Please forgive my clumsy diction. I'm just so astounded that friends, classes, food, heartbreak, and joy could dissolve into such a fine point of light.

What I Want To Be When I Grow Up

Enough Said.