chocolate, and freezepop, among other things

i just ate roughly 1/6 of the chocolate bar i bought with dinner at the metropolitan market. that is all that i am allowed to eat, since that chocolate bar was not only espresso flavor, but filled with crunchy espresso bean chunks. that chocolate was yummy, but i think it's better breakfast chocolate than after-dinner chocolate. how's that for a great idea - an espresso flavored chocolate bar for breakfast. mmmmm.

so i might be going back to school in june, which is pretty cool. that is, if my boss assents to me taking 2-hour lunches and not working thursday mornings. and if i can get into the class i want. i want to take the first quarter biology class, just to get it out of the way. it doesn't really sound tough, but if I take it in the summer, there's fewer people, so there's less competition to get into the class (which'll make it easier to get it on subsequent quarters as well). it'll be fun. i've been reading about organic chemistry, too, about covalent bonds and hybrid orbitals and Lewis structures. Ah, memories. So when I take O-chem, the first week won't be in a foreign language. After that, all bets are off.

and now, for your listening pleasure: science genius girl, by freezepop! (This song was originally written about me. just kidding. but it's dorky like me.) when i'm in the right mood, freezepop is the best thing in the world. first off, there's plastic stars, the first freezepop song i ever heard, and the second song that Jared ever sent me, right after the postal service's Such Great Heights, so it's an our song, as well. Then there's Science Genius Girl. "I'm the science genius girl/ i won the science fair." You might not know this about me, but I won my school's science fair, went to the regional and state science fairs two years running, and got an honorable mention the second time. that's pretty damn good when you're from TEXAS. So that song speaks to me. Then there's Tenisu No Boifurendo - it's all in japanese. about how you play good tennis, do you want to play tennis with me, i want to be with you. it's adorable. And then there are all of their other songs. Freezepop just plain rocks.

man, talk about a quarter-life crisis. last night, after watching a fascinating episode of the eyes of nye, bill nye (the science guy)'s new show, it dawned on me that what i've been planning on doing with my life is all wrong.

the episode focused on stem-cell research and therapeutic cloning, a subject that i find infinitely fascinating. so it dawned on me, if i'm so into stem cell research, why the hell am i trying to be an art major? i'm not artistic. i'm not even remotely creative. i have an extremely scientific mind, one that has always grasped cellular and biochem processes ridiculously easily. anytime i see anything talking about women in science, and the challenges they face, i feel inherently guilty for not pursuing that path. the only reason i'd never considered a biology major before was because i was afraid of pre-meds. and i've come to the conclusion: fuck the pre-meds. they should be scared of me, not the other way around. i'll ruin their curve. bwahaha.

so, i'm thinking that i'm going to major in biology, with a concentration on molecular, cellular and developmental bio. i've been reading course descriptions and major requirements, and nothing looks too scary, or too hard. i can do this... it's what makes sense to me. and then, i'll do mad research, and get a killer position with a biotech firm, and make bank. and then i'll buy all that awesome furniture i wanted in the first place.

the kitties, about half an hour ago. it is an absolutely gorgeous day here - 70 degrees and sunny. it's really starting to sink in that winter is gone, and it's going to be warm for awhile. my plan of action for surviving the summer? american apparel skirts and a great pair of espadrilles. i'm still searching for the espadrilles - i haven't seen anything i like in my price range yet. but the quest will continue until i am espadrilled.

more kitties. sorry they're blurry, but i couldn't get another shot at this one, since the kitties dispersed shortly thereafter.

so today i had a fitting for the neodandi show, down under the viaduct in pioneer square, at lunchtime. so i kinda got sidetracked and wandered a bit, and snapped a few shots. i'm slowly getting the hang of this, at least enough to wish i had a nicer camera. someday.


shooting from the hip. plus, my screen suxors during the day, you can't see it for shit.
i've noticed that i tend to take pictures of everything, rather than of something. i need to work on this.

So yesterday was Free Scoop Day at Ben and Jerry's. This is an annual event equivalent to the Islamic pilgrimage to Mecca - the Ice Cream Hajj. OK, so not QUITE as important, but close. Anyway, I got there somewhere around 7 and the line was already to the Ann Taylor store.

It took almost an hour for me to get my free ice cream, but it was well worth it. My iPod had enough juice to keep me rockin' out the whole time (yes, even being that weird girl who dances to her headphones at times), which enabled me to tune out the vapid conversations happening around me and absorb myself in people-watching. Jamie, if you're reading this, I saw your fucking clone there - from 4 years ago. This girl looked EXACTLY like an 18 year old Jamie, complete with big backpack, bike helmet, and stainless steel commuter's mug. She was even Jamie's height and looked like she might even be Lebanese. It was kind of creepy, but it made me all nostalgic.

I didn't take a picture of the ice cream I finally got for free, but I got a sugar cone of triple caramel chunk, which is an absolutely awesome flavor. Yum.

It's hard to believe it's already april. the cherry blossoms are almost gone because it's been rainy and windy for the last week, but today it's bright and sunny. for some unknown reason, my body decided to wake up at 9:30 (oh wait, that was Jared, who started jabbering at the kitties) and I gave up on falling back asleep. i walked up to the honey bear bakery (which is inside the Third Place books on 20th and 65th in Ravenna) for breakfast for Jared and I and obtained a pair of these delicious cinnamon rolls with cream cheese and raspberries on top. Delectable. On the way home I took a shortcut through Ravenna Park, which is absolutely beautiful right after it rains. I don't know why it didn't occur to me to take my camera out and snap a picture. Next time. I need to work on this photography habit.

After that wonderful breakfast, Jared and I took the bus up to the Ave and visited american apparel. this store seriously kicks ass. they have just about any article of clothing imaginable, in a really soft cotton knit, in seventeen different colors. pink, yellow, red, lavendar, teal, turquoise, blue, black, brown, gray. t-shirts, long-sleeve tees, tanks, skirts, exercise clothes, legwarmers, scarves. it's like this great big house of basics, that you can layer on to be bright and cheerful. and it's all 100% sweatshop free, made in downtown LA. the workers all get full benefits and the best wages in the industry. they even have an organic cotton line and are working on integrating the organic line into the rest of their clothes. it's so fuckin socially conscious, it's great. so i am comfy and guilt free! plus their shirts just look hot on me.

i'm hungry.

The following is a communique from a group calling themselves Unitarian Jihad. I found it here and I felt the need to reprint it in this space. Beware! Unitarian Jihad is upon us.

"Greetings to the Imprisoned Citizens of the United States. We are Unitarian Jihad. There is only God, unless there is more than one God. The vote of our God subcommittee is 10-8 in favor of one God, with two abstentions. Brother Flaming Sword of Moderation noted the possibility of there being no God at all, and his objection was noted with love by the secretary.

"Greetings to the Imprisoned Citizens of the United States! Too long has your attention been waylaid by the bright baubles of extremist thought. Too long have fundamentalist yahoos of all religions (except Buddhism -- 14-5 vote, no abstentions, fundamentalism subcommittee) made your head hurt. Too long have you been buffeted by angry people who think that God talks to them. You have a right to your moderation! You have the power to be calm! We will use the IED of truth to explode the SUV of dogmatic expression!

"People of the United States, why is everyone yelling at you??? Whatever happened to ... you know, everything? Why is the news dominated by nutballs saying that the Ten Commandments have to be tattooed inside the eyelids of every American, or that Allah has told them to kill Americans in order to rid the world of Satan, or that Yahweh has instructed them to go live wherever they feel like, or that Shiva thinks bombing mosques is a great idea? Sister Immaculate Dagger of Peace notes for the record that we mean no disrespect to Jews, Muslims, Christians or Hindus. Referred back to the committee of the whole for further discussion.

"We are Unitarian Jihad. We are everywhere. We have not been born again, nor have we sworn a blood oath. We do not think that God cares what we read, what we eat or whom we sleep with. Brother Neutron Bomb of Serenity notes for the record that he does not have a moral code but is nevertheless a good person, and Unexalted Leader Garrote of Forgiveness stipulates that Brother Neutron Bomb of Serenity is a good person, and this is to be reflected in the minutes.

"Beware! Unless you people shut up and begin acting like grown-ups with brains enough to understand the difference between political belief and personal faith, the Unitarian Jihad will begin a series of terrorist-like actions. We will take over television studios, kidnap so-called commentators and broadcast calm, well-reasoned discussions of the issues of the day. We will not try for "balance" by hiring fruitcakes; we will try for balance by hiring non-ideologues who have carefully thought through the issues.

"We are Unitarian Jihad. We will appear in public places and require people to shake hands with each other. (Sister Hand Grenade of Love suggested that we institute a terror regime of mandatory hugging, but her motion was not formally introduced because of lack of a quorum.) We will require all lobbyists, spokesmen and campaign managers to dress like trout in public. Televangelists will be forced to take jobs as Xerox repair specialists. Demagogues of all stripes will be required to read Proust out loud in prisons.

"We are Unitarian Jihad, and our motto is: "Sincerity is not enough." We have heard from enough sincere people to last a lifetime already. Just because you believe it's true doesn't make it true. Just because your motives are pure doesn't mean you are not doing harm. Get a dog, or comfort someone in a nursing home, or just feed the birds in the park. Play basketball. Lighten up. The world is not out to get you, except in the sense that the world is out to get everyone.

"Brother Gatling Gun of Patience notes that he's pretty sure the world is out to get him because everyone laughs when he says he is a Unitarian. There were murmurs of assent around the room, and someone suggested that we buy some Congress members and really stick it to the Baptists. But this was deemed against Revolutionary Principles, and Brother Gatling Gun of Patience was remanded to the Sunday Flowers and Banners committee.

"People of the United States! We are Unitarian Jihad! We can strike without warning. Pockets of reasonableness and harmony will appear as if from nowhere! Nice people will run the government again! There will be coffee and cookies in the Gandhi Room after the revolution."

Sweet.

i think i'm trying to be artistic with some of these. this is fun, this concept of making images with an electronic box. perhaps i could like this.

frida and a door.


maxwell and a bathtub.


agent scully the second. or, something else, if you can come up with a better name.

i'm going to start carrying my camera around with me in my purse, so expect more photos. in fact, i should post a picture of my purse, because it is rad. i'll do that later.

i've decided to make an effort to start taking and posting more pictures. sharing pictures is fun. i have a digital camera, why don't i ever use it?

this one via metafilter: Takashi Murakami. He's being called the Japanese Andy Warhol. He produces awesome artistic images with a uniquely modern japanese aesthetic



but he also markets the hell out of himself and makes hella bank.


Also, he's the guy who redesigned the Louis Vuitton logo we've all come to know and hate over the last 10 years:

He's inspired more than his share of criticism from the art world - but what truly revolutionary artist doesn't?

Anyway, check out the MeFi links for more reading on Murakami. He's good stuff.

edward and me

yeah, edward and i are buddies.

note to self: when photographing self, apply concealer to eye region. raccoon = not hot.

I think it's probably because I just saw the movie Saved! this weekend, which is an awesome movie, yes, but it's seeped into my psyche. And this is a Bad Thing. I had my first-ever Pregnancy Dream last night. GAAAAH! And... to make matters even more frightening, I was actually HAPPY to be pregnant in my dream. I AM NOT READY FOR THIS. So It's been bugging me all day. Gah. No babies.

i have this theory that ashton kutcher likes to wear women's clothing.

I know it's a little trite, but I got this from carrie, and I just couldn't resist.

Signs that you are a child of the 90's: (bold those you relate to)
1. You’ve ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCH!"
2. You watched the Pound Puppies. 
3. You can sing the rap to the "Fresh Prince of Bel Air".
4. You wore biker shorts under your skirts and felt stylish.
5. You yearned to be a member of the Baby-Sitters Club and tried to start a club of your own.
6. You owned those little Strawberry Shortcake pals scented dolls.
7. You know that "WHOA" comes from Joey on Blossom.
8. Two words: M.C. Hammer.
9. If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock."
10. You had plastic streamers on your handle bars.
11. You can sing the entire theme song to "Duck Tales".
12. You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.
13. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.
14. You saw the original "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" on the big screen.
15. You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.
16. You played the game "MASH" (Mansion, Apartment, Shack, House).
17. You wore a Jordache Jean jacket and you were proud of it.
18. L.A. Gear
19. You wanted to change your name to "JEM" in Kindergarten.
20. You remember reading "Tales of a fourth grade nothing" and all the Ramona books.
21. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF."
22. You wanted to be a Goonie.
23. You ever wore flourescent clothing.
25. You have pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.
26. You took lunch pails/boxes to school.
27. You remember the CRAZE, lunch pails/boxes to school.
27. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets.
28. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after every sentence.
29. You remember Hypercolor T-shirts.
30. Barbie and the Rockers was your favorite band.
31. You used to pretend that you could transform into a Power Ranger.
32. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged friendship bracelets.
33. You owned a pair of jelly sandals.
34. After you saw Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure you kept saying "I know what you are, but what am I?"
35. You remember "I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!"
36. You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates.
37. You ever got seriously injured on a Slip ‘n’ Slide.
38. You have ever played with a Skip-It. Many, many times ...
39. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonald’s.
40. You’ve gone through this list occasionally saying "totally awesome."
41. You remember Popples. Still have them somewhere
42. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By the Bell," the ORIGINAL class..
43. You wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights.
44. You wore socks scrunched down.
45. "Miss MARY MACK MACK, all dressed in BLACK BLACK BLACK"
46. You remember boom boxes vs. CD players.
47. You remember watching both "Gremlins" movies.
48. You know what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare!"
49. You remember watching Rainbow Brite and My Little Ponies.
50. You thought Doogie Howser was hot

ahh, saint paddy's day, when the streets are filled with green-clad drunks and people actually order corned beef and cabbage for dinner. never mind the fact that corned beef and cabbage is hardly a traditional march 17th feast. irish people didn't really even eat much beef until the last hundred years or so. just a random bit of trivia.

erin go bragh.

also, check out neodandi. it's just a splash page for now, but more content should be up within a week. that's the studio whose show i'm doing in may. you're all coming, right?

ahh, friday. finally. edward, if you are going to lay there on my chest you would do well to move your tail off of the keyboard so i don't poke it while i'm typing. and stop pawing my face.

i have a silly kitty. he loves nothing more than to paw my face and smell my mouth. somehow i get the feeling that most people don't let their kitties do this.

anyway, it is friday. and edward is now trying to remove my hoop earrings with his front paw. brilliant.

speaking of brilliant, i've been doing a little more planning on this idea of going to london in september. air canada, it looks like, can get us there for about $650 round trip. british air is about 50 bucks more, but it's nonstop, and you get free booze. i'm leaning toward BA. hostels start at around 10 quid a night (i'm already starting to think like a londoner) but easyhotel is only 5 quid if you book well in advance. i'm hoping to score a reservation there, because that would bring lodging costs down to like, 50 or 60 pounds. which is what you'd pay a night at a nicer hotel. i'm pondering whether to include a chunnel trip to paris for two nights would be worth it - or just spend alll two weeks in london? i'm leaning towards going, just to say i've been there. and to do the eiffel tower. i admit it, i'm a damn tourist.

so with transportation and lodging, we're somewhere in the 1000 dollar range. which is what i was planning, and i think is the cheapest it can be done for, but it means it's going to take some lobbying to get jared to agree to come.

i have a kitty bathing himself between me and my computer. it kind of surprises me how much edward has warmed up to me. i thought it'd never happen.

i need to start going to yoga again. i can afford it now.

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uh, yeah, like, blonde or something.

so yesterday we went down to the village and spent a bunch of money. i got a really hot green top and a bomb-ass pair of sunglasses at lucky, and jared got some pants. then i bought a bunch of hair product at bartells. this is because i need extreme conditioning shampoo and conditioner due to the fact that my hair is now very, very blonde. (i would post pictures, but i am at this moment at work, and also lazy.) i need to stop spending money, but really, i love having stuff. after work today i have a meeting with a potential client - that fashion show that i mentioned the other day. hopefully this will go well and they will love me - and want to pay me.

marcellus wallace, my black moor goldfish, died too. orange-fish seems like he might pull through though. this means i get to buy new goldfish though, hooray! (I should wait until everyone is healthy and do several water changes before getting new fish though.)

Bleurgh.

so this is shaping up to be a hellacious week. nonstop action from here to next monday, i kid you not. today was my only day off (well, relatively speaking) until after the weekend. and, i'm getting a cold. joy oh fucking joy.

tuesday, tomorrow, i am going to get my hair done. this is a big step for me since i haven't seen a professional stylist since i was a senior in high school. isn't that weird? anyway i have decided that i am sick of being a brunette (stupid seattle, not bleaching out my hair the way it should be) and am going blonde. with a capital B. plus i am going to get layers put in. Expect pictures, unless i hate myself and want to die afterwards. But this probably means that I'm going to have to persuade Lance to take a new headshot, since my hair will be radically different than it is now, and a headshot should look like you look, surprises at interviews are bad. with any luck, though, i will be walking out of there looking something like this.

Wednesday is the season premiere of America's Next Top Model! which basically consists of me sitting on my ass, watching this show and thinking (and talking to anyone who will listen) about how I would be way better at it than anyone else on the show. For the record, I submitted my application for season 5 a few weeks ago, complete with bad-ass photos by Lance and an even badder-ass video by mike (my old roommate). Who will go on to become America's Next Top Model? Tune in to find out. (My money is on Naima, but that means that she will come in third, like my favorite each season so far (Elyse, Shandi, Amanda)).

So, after Top Model Wednesday comes Top Model Thursday, on which date I have an interview with a "couture design studio" in Pioneer Square for a fashion show in May. Talk about being on top of their game. The last fashion show I did was thrown together at the last minute... with a walk-through twice about an hour before the show started. This one has rehearsals - twice a week - for the month leading up to the show. Plus fittings and all that fun stuff. I hope I get paid for this one, that'd be fuckin' sweet. But I will be absolutely positive to get good pictures and maybe even video this time, so that I have it for my portfolio (still haven't tracked down any photos from the last one, dammit).

And then, after Thursday, comes Friday. Friday the outlaws (they're not my inlaws, so they must be outlaws) are coming... and staying the weekend (in a hotel, not our apartment, thank christ). I am refraining from commenting on this matter in this forum. Needless to say it will be an interesting weekend.

In other news... my transcripts arrived at the UW office of admissions on time, which makes me very happy - wouldn't it suck to not get in just because a transcript didn't get there? They also got my financial aid app, but I have to amend that due to a straggling W-2 that I had forgotten about... My favorite goldfish, Agent Scully, kicked the bucket this week due most likely to my own stupid neglect, and two of my other fish are sick and undergoing anti-fungal treatment... the cats went fucking crazy this morning around 5am waking us both up and causing us to talk about giving Maxwell away (not seriously, but almost) - and then we saw on the news that there were 3 4.5ish earthquakes off the southern tip of Vancouver Island this morning at 5am, so it makes perfect sense that the kitties were flipping...