cookie monster, revised

the excitement of thanksgiving. turn your volume up.

november birthdays

i am slightly behind on my blogging. getting A's (!!!!) in chemistry really isn't as easy as you might think. it actually takes up Very Much Time. But now that winter break is here (holiday, as they would say in Europe - they don't have 'breaks' there...), I have serious time on my hands, although I do use most of it sleeping in til 12 most days....So you see? I'm still really busy!

This is what happened just before Thanksgiving. I think it was Dad's birthday party?

Possibly the next cover of Stihl?Probably some of the cutest kids I have ever seen in my life!He's a "mokorcycle guy"Flashy spiderman pjscelebrating. with mikah's sweets (if you haven't had them, you haven't lived...)workinghave to recover from all the celebtrating. (this may or may not happen fairly often. the sleeping, that is.)

but this is really how i study

studying for finals was so exciting. so many things happened to me that i had never experienced before... for example,

i have never gotten a migraine the night before a chemistry final (and STILL got an A! in the class!!!)

i have never had my friendship bought at applebee's. but i really didn't mind. in fact, it was quite fun.

i have never signed my name in blood. ok, ok, initials really, because there wasn't enough blood from one papercut, but i still did it! and here is the evidence!!!

This is how i study

My latest fascination: make your own polaroids without a polaroid!!!!! Such excitement - and they turn out gorgeously!
They just bring back memories. Even if you weren't there (I was, but not the point)....
polaroids = nostalgia

Icicles...

...are dangerous!!! I walk underneath these suckers every day on the way to class! Thankfully the worst ones have already fallen down....

Bad Snow vs. Bad Snow

For all the snow that Wyoming gets, you'd think it would at least have the decency to be good snow. As in make-a-snowman good. Alas, not possible. I tried. It's true. I was going to [attempt to] make pies today for Thanksgiving, but turns out I have to wait for the ingredients/pie tins/etc. And also, I suspect that Mom offered to help when they got back so that I have less of a chance of ruining them without early intervention. AKA Tahntahn saves the day! As usual! I won't complain. About waiting to make pies, that is. Since I had the day free and Bunny already left town (after arriving last night), what else was there to do but make a snowman?

Here is the evidence of Bad Wyoming Snow...So I made a snow angel instead...I think I was outside for a total of 4.387 minutes...This is my backyard....for the last year....soon I will not have a backyard at all, and M and D will have a new backyard. That they have/get to landscape. Oh, the memories....And the front yard...

Calvin and Hobbes!

These are my latest Calvin favorites... And...

Cheers!

Books and Pneumonia

Because I have been ill since approximately last Thursday, I have been home a lot with nothing to do but feel sorry for myself and be bored and read some ridiculous books.
In the midst of all the books I had that couldn't keep my attention, I found one that was slightly hilarious. (It's British, could you guess?) Not that it was a spectacular book, by any means, but the writer did really good characters.
So here is one of my favorite bits:

(picture a 35 year old man....)

"...I felt there was no point waiting for him to snatch the initiative. I should move first - act, not respond; see that the situation played out on my terms.
So, I screamed as loud as I could and ran like f--- to my car.
I was at the driver's side door in seconds, but it was a million years later than I would have preferred. If I'd thought that I'd terrify the Camo Killer into a scrambling retreat by unexpectedly racing down the road away from him, shrieking like a six-year-old girl, then I was wrong. He was obviously made of sterner stuff than that. Not only wasn't he taking the opportunity to escape, but he had now actually started to race after me. My eyes bulging, I stared at him over the top of my car and screamed at F sharp above top C one more time, just to show him I meant business..."

beach vs. snow

I have to say: it is MUCH more exciting taking photos of the beach in 80 degree weather while you are there than taking photos of the snow while you are out in it... Which is why I took some from my windows instead.
It has been snowing for three days. It is horribly cold, terribly windy, and my little green Leonardo wallet is crying because it can feel the electric bill going up and up and up.
But what have you.

upon which i was scribbling

i had a bit of art time the other day. i was waiting for mr. sebastian to start up, and started drawing my reflection in the screen on some scratch paper that i had been scribbling on (upon which i had been scribbling, if you want correct grammar, etc.). not that it looks like me, but i thought it ended up looking slightly appealing...

what's the use of saving stuff?

sentimental value....is usually the answer.

i was going to save my 'brighton rock' just so i could have it, and maybe to remember that i actually was there? but the other day, i decided that regardless of whether or not it is sitting in my little cupcake cup with all my pens and pencils, i will still have lived in brighton. so i started eating it. and now it is almost gone...

brighton rock....a sort of peppermint stick? a straight candy cane without the stripes, but that has the words brighton inside the candy! called rock because it is hard, i would imagine....if you look really hard, you can see a bit of blurry pink at the top part of the white...that is where it says brighton

kitchens!

I think that kitchens say a lot about a person. Maybe not so much the kitchens themselves, but what specific little things go into them....that being said, I guess a house altogether says a lot about a person. If they have decorated it, that is. Take me for example: I am a glass person. I don't really know how, but ask anyone I know: I probably go through ten glasses a day. It's slightly ridiculous, and makes for many many dishes to wash...

My little, and by little I mean microscopic, kitchen has grown on me. This is my favorite part...I don't really know why....

it's been a week

It's been an...intense week, I mean, what can I say? Tuesday I got a flat tire, Wednesday I got ran over by a skateboarder (while I was on my bike, no less), and Friday...Friday I slammed my leg in my car door, along with this other nonsense that I just can't talk about right now...! I don't even want to think about Friday...I'll put it this way: This is what I have to look forward to for the next 8 months....

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recovery aka sleep

Needed to escape reality (?) or something, so went to the cabin for a weekend of recovery, aka SLEEP. It was gorgeous. Slightly colder than I would have loved and slightly snowier than I would have loved, but when you only go outside 5 times in 2 1/2 days, it's mostly tolerable...Not to underexaggerate the cabin. Really, it was gorgeous.

Waiting for my ride - looking across the street from my building

my gorgeous little flat!

Who even has time these days? Because I, for one, do not. Sad, sad day.

Anyways, some photos of my gorgeous little expensive flat! I love it and I am going to stay til I leave Laramie. I love the ceilings with the plaster cracking off, and the crooked walls and floors and doorways, and I love the 3 brazilian closets, and even the tiny tiny microscopic kitchen, where the refridgerator door doesn't open all the way. But I must admit, I am slightly afraid of the electric bill since I've turned on the heat....