so excited

throat

"Uh oh, my throat is starting to hurt," me.
"Have you been kissing boys?" Evie.

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titles

My most brilliant thoughts come at night, when I rotate positions in my little bed every five seconds, when the sounds on the road once muted are now sounds in my ears, when thoughts are swimming in my head and I'm turning them over and over in completely illogical succession. The house is silent; no one is about in the house, moving chairs, laughing loudly at nextdoor neighbors, or playing video games at ridiculous volumes, because daylight savings didn't affect others the way it did me (and we don't have an extra guitar anymore for Guitar Hero - thank you, Coby). I jolt. These are my thoughts.

Why oh why do we pronounce:

• Mr. = miss-ter
  
• Mrs. = mizzes, so why the 'r'?
• Ms. (my favorite, it clouds the singularity), mizz
• Miss = this one is easy

Think about that one for a minute.

Or

This is what my research tells me (thanks wikipedia)

• Mr. = abbreviation for 'mister,' though the original form is seldom used. Mr. is a term for an older man under the rank of knight who can no longer be called master. The plural form is Messrs - shortened for messieurs (the French form).
  
• Mrs., Ms., Miss = all variants of mistress (French word, again).
  
• Mrs. is now used exclusively for married women. But it once was a title for women who did not qualify for 'dame' or 'lady.'
• Ms. is an ambiguous term, well in terms of marriage. It's pretty clear that she's a woman if she's using Ms. (at least we hope).
  
• Miss indicates that a woman is not married; she is not entitled to a higher title (ha!

So if this interests you at all, there's a plethora of information on wikipedia (and I'm sure a number of other sources).

elephant

This makes me giggle.

spring fever!

jokes are

so much funnier when you get them. Even if it is 7 months later.

Think: tennis balls, John McEnroe, Park City, Sundance, Brokeback Mountain

this is my weakness

Every year these little morsels of delight make an appearance on the shelves my local grocery store, and what can I do? Nothing. I am a victim to their charm, good looks, and smoooooth coercison. Mmmm.

deep smit

Mike Meyers said it best: "I'm smitten. I'm in deep smit."

I don't think

I'll ever get over this.

Especially since Hillery put it all over my desktop.

I get confused

by words like:

• broach

• encroach

• approach

• reproach

and when to use them. Forgive me if I commit such as crime as to misuse them.

Wake Up!

I set my alarm for 7:00AM every weekday for 8AM work or class. My clock is set 10 minutes faster than the real time, so in actuality it goes off at 6:50AM. I do this not to annoy Heidi, although she might think so, but I do it as a little trick to myself. Look at me, I can sleep 40 minutes longer if I like. So I do, in nine minute increments at which point I'm forced to remember to hit the snooze button in my lethargic state.

This morning, the static/classical music radio alarm started going off at some ridiculous hour as Heidi had high-hopes of waking early and studying Arabic. Her actually waking up to do so really only lasted for the first week of school. The three of us that occupied the room the past 6 hours were wriggling and complaining about the alarm.

Back to sleep.

"Heather, turn off your alarm!" Heidi moans.

Back to sleep.

Fur Elise begins sounding from my cellular phone, next to my bed. "Why is she calling at 7AM?" I don't answer.

The Royal Tenenbaum opening theme song (for lack of the official name), begins sounding from Hillery's blue, "toy" phone. "Don't call me for at least an hour!" she says. I can hear my mom yelling, "Well you can just walk home!"

I close my eyes.

Heidi's phone is vibrating loudly. "No, mom. I'm not coming into the office today. I have hour of homework and I'm working at the MPS."

7:20, Fur Elise again. "Mom, I have work and class. I can not pick up your coat from the cleaners till after those things." pause. "No, not before work."

Hillery is buried in her nest of a make-shift bed on the floor, blankets covering the floor and also covering her head. Heidi accidentally kicks her on her way to the bathroom. "Ow!" "I'm so, so, sorry!" she says to Hillery. "I kicked her head," she whispers to me.

Ok. I'm up.

Grocery Shopping

When my dad goes grocery shopping, what he piles onto the counter from his Day's Market run goes something like this:
1. Tomatoes ("I got those tomatoes you asked for.")
2. Spinach
3. About 3 Yoplait yogurts
4. 3 boxes of butter
5. 2 containers of gummy o's - peach and apple flavored ("I thought you might like these." My mom shakes her head.)
6. 4 liters of Soda
7. Berries ("Those are expensive," my mom says.)

"I didn't get very much, just a few things to put in your salad. They were on sale."
"Yeah I'm sure they were really cheap," my mother retorts.

"These were like 69 cents a pound!" my dad says, pulling out a bag of about 20 tomatoes.

5 minutes later
"These were like 69 cents a pound!" he says as he pulls out a bag of 15 apples.

I love

Feist. New album, what what? and sample of a new song. myspace/feist

I Would Recommend

A few songs in the likeness (sort of) of the Beatles:
Of Montreal - City Bird
The Magic Numbers - This Love
Franz Ferdinand - Eleanor Put Your Boots On
Of Montreal - Miss Blonde, Your Papa Is Failing
Elliott Smith - Color Bars

Please, contribute! I'm working on a playlist.

-isms

"What is it that I actually put into a digital camera and the photos are stored?" Dr. Crandall
"A memory card," I respond.
"Oh..." and he walks off, wiggling his fingers, baffled by this bit of information.

local shows

I might be done with most local shows for a long time. The glitter isn't there anymore, just a bunch of high schoolers wearing chest-baring V-neck t-shirts, skinny jeans, leggings, and ugly boots. I have no desire to spend $5 every time I want to be sociable.

why is it

That everytime you mention to a guy that you might be going on a mission they get taken aback. You can see them physically jolt. Any reason?

The Most Important Artists & Albums of My College Life/Or Life in General

Nate Barnes, after having mega-death rock or something of the like on his facebook profile, began updating his Music list with albums that have had a major influence on him. He inspired this blog.

The Most Important Artists & Albums of My College Life/Or Life in General (in no particular order)

1. Coldplay - Parachutes, Rush of Blood to the Head

2. Feist - Let It Die, Monarch

3. Doves - Some Cities, Lost Souls, The Last Broadcast

4. Spoon - Gimme Fiction

5. Aqualung - Strange & Beautiful

6. Aimee Mann - Lost in Space

7. Broken Social Scene - Broken Social Scene

8. Death Cab for Cutie - Transatlanticism, The Photo Album, We Have the Facts and We're Voting Yes, Plans (though I somewhat regret to say so)

9. Dido - No Angel, Life for Rent

10. Elbow - Leaders of the Free World, Asleep in the Back

11. The Postal Service - Give Up

12. Radiohead - Ok Computer, The Bends

13. Stars - heart, Set Yourself On Fire (a good chunk of it)

14. Sufjan Stevens - Come On, Feel the Illinoise!

15. Of Montreal - The Sunlandic Twins

16. Youth Group - Skeleton Jar

17. Magnet - On Your Side, The Tourniquet

18. Kings of Convenience - Riot On An Empty Street, Quiet is the New Loud

19. Sigur Ros - ( )

20. The Arcade Fire - Funeral

21. Band of Horses - Everything All The Time

22. Beck - Odelay, Guero, The Information

Tell me your favorite albums and why you like them or why they're important to you.

everyday

everyday feels like sunday, baby. everydady feels so good.