honey, keep the oven warm

here's what i have to say about the week that kicked my ass:

i have never been so tired in my whole life! STUPID tired. catching 20 minute naps here and there. eating scraps of food between napping studying cleaning teeth attending class. jumble week. i walk down the streets mumbling the names of odontogenic cysts. sit on the bus lost in some histologically stained daydream. eliza assay, western blot test, trisomy 21, cri du chat, herpangina, hairy leukoplakia. ugh. and above everything else, hovering, I AM SO TIRED.


so that's that. i'm using some lovely techniques to make my life more like my life. and i'm taking me and my techniques and a whole boat full of laundry oh and that friend naomi hanson to my house in the woods this weekend for some post-fall pre-winter relaxation activation. i lost my digital camera (!) last week so i can't prove anything happens. i guess you'll just have to take my word for it.

and now to get to that sleep...


(you know i am capable of much more than this, don't you? i'm sorry i'm sorry infinity i'm sorry to me you and everyone we know for my brain dead brain. pma willing me back to life)

what can i do to keep you around?

honey honey honey, hi! halloween! that time of year came and went once again and i really pulled out all the stops. my past 3 years worth of costumes have been truly excellent, if you ask me; but i think its actually possible that this was my best yet?? i'm working on some oral path homework over here so this is going to have to be a brief one, unfortunately. i'll share mine and my friends costumes and then you can head to my flickr to see the rest, hm?

let's just cut to the chase here:



i mean........okay.

and here is naomi with another one of her genius "day of" creations:



and kiki:



denise:



jenny:



stephanie:



the whole motley crew:




what a fun night! next year we are REALLY going to try to finally get the brand names people project going. start thinking now! i guess i will be raisin girl. eh. maybe someone will be kind and let me be land'o'lakes. i've never been an indian before!

okay enough of that, i am clearly too distracted to write like a normal human. feeling and certainly feeling over here and i'm kinda trying to work it all out? i mean....duh. what's new and such, but this time its really different? I SWEAR. something is different and its no less than a struggle almost every day to not be hazy when i walk down the street. lots of suggestions have been made but i'm just going with my internal instincts on this one. i guess if i'm ever cured you'll be the first to know.

and now i'm back to neoplasias and thinking about tomorrow and the next day and the next day and the next day. "hug muffin loaf with extra sprinkles of vibes and joy"

my information's just not getting in

ha! i wanted to write this long incredible post about the baby genius that is miss brenda lee, but then this song came on my shuffle and now i somehow can't blog rockabilly




whatever!

she's got cheekbones like geometry and eyes like sin

sweet songs for everyone courtesy of mr. lloyd cole, who, i am surprisingly attracted to? WHO KNEW!








so much to share from the past week-or-so, one of these days coming up i'll show you some things. you can hold me to it, or anything else, if you want to. i'm not keen on disappointing folks. so, see you soon! i punched a girl in the face last night after she dumped a beer on my head and i'm feeling pretty great today (no- really) so i'm going to attempt to make myself an egg in a basket, toad in the hole, what-have-you and listen to some neil diamond on vinyl. love you lovelies. xx!

we can sit and dry just as long as it can pour

thunderstorms in my new room are something else. making me think about the tin rooves (roofs?) at summer camp and how we would welcome the storm. perfect thoughts for this john sebastian ditty:




lovely dreams to everyone and i mean everyone

a child of the water, too proud to be a queen

this day and this song are holding hands:




so chilly, all my windows open, laying in bed under all the covers, listening to mellow metal, hugging myself and saying "great job"

love yous

walk me in the morning through the clover*

tuneage around these parts these days:














and get ready for my stupendous finish:




also, somehow, after all this time, i am still listening to linda ronstadt with purpose.


and now that i've done that, i can tell you about my friday! i've always liked fridays and today? well today friday came right up to me and shook my hand. bless. i woke myself up with both sides of new colony six's greatest hits and two apples from the apple bag. a thin swipe of eyeliner and i was off on maroon five in the rain to greenpoint to have my hair cut. one head massage and deep conditioning treatment later and i'm in greenwich village fantasizing i'm jane fonda in barefoot in the park, showing a peek of emotion in therapy, and having the nicest lunch at murray's while looking at the grey sky and thinking how nice fridays are. i wore falltime shoes, i hugged my friend, i sang christine mcvie songs with vigor, tried on all my new clothes and tasted five different kinds of chips! what a day, what a day what a day.

i'll be seeing you friday, i'll be seeing you again real soon. (coincidently, come next friday i'll be sitting pretty in orlando, florida. i'll be damned if i don't make it to disney this time. so much to look forward to.)

until then...enjoy the fall breezes and think fondly of all the people you love.




*(the alternative title of this post is 'don't throw up - five years later')