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punkchic.jpg
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this is what i came up with for Halloween.

art & design

My personal website is up and running. It was, however, an assignment in my web design class, so it's not completely where I want it to be yet. But still, I'ld appreciate any feedback on the overall design of it:

http://www.oswego.edu/~lehnow/lehnow/

muchos gracias.

everyday conversation

mel: ooooh i've only been skiing once. it was fun.

c: i'm a big fan of the hot cocoa.

mel: do you like the face plant? you better learn to.

c: yeah i have no idea what you're talking about.
i hate ski lifts though. i cry like a big baby. it's funny. you'll enjoy that.
mel: your face... in the snow... = face plant.

c: please. i'ld like to see you try.
cause you will most certainly die.
when i hit you in the eye.
with a fly. ball.

mel: you can't rhyme.
neither can me.

c: you suck pie. bye.

mel: thanks skank.

beautiful cycle

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Originally uploaded by tinkerellen.

kuntree music makes me cry

The new Rascall Flatts CD is pretty good. The best songs however are two bonus tracks. One is your basic love song. The other is a song that makes me cry every time i hear it. It's about a girl who finds out she has luekemia. She goes through the chemo sessions, and the only thing that gives her the strength is to imagine she's dancing with her true love, wind in her hair, not a care in the world. Well she eventually ends up losing all her hair. She's so upset because she can't think of anyone who will take a girl with no hair to the prom. When her date arrives, he takes off his hat and shows her that he's shaved his head bald for her. And then they dance, like the way she's imagined, and she's not scared anymore. See, you're teary eyed already. It's so good. I'm hoping they'll put this in a finished version on their next CD.

I promise my next post won't be sappy.

from crazy katie

P.S. I'm a knucklebiter.
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagsjdfhajkshfasutpwjalkflahgahlk

3 weeks to go...

Why do I need to learn how to create templates in Word? Word sucks. If you're using Word to creat design pieces, than you deserve them to look like crap. Word sucks.

I leave for Orlando in 3 weeks. I leave for Orlando in 3 weeks. I leave for Orlando in 3 weeks. it's my new mantra. repeat after me...oh wait, you guys will all still be stuck at your desks in 3 weeks. ha. I'll send you pictures or sand or something.

TGIF. I need a beer. wait, i don't drink beer.

rejected?

So i suggest a little late night loving to my husband.

His response: "oh, i'm reeeally tired."
So I reply, "oh ok. then i think i'll have some apple pie."
"you're going to substitute apple pie for sex?"
"yes, and i'm totally ok with that."

i've resorted to caffeine.

Oh sweet pepsi, be my saviour.

a retro frame of mind

weight: find out tonight (most likely 108, unless all that pie has caught up to me), ciggys: again i say yuck, alcohol units: 0

Lots of people walking home in the bloody cold rain. I wish it was 1962, so I could give them all a ride home and not feel as if making a habit of this would most certainly get me chopped up and thrown on the side of the road in a garbage bag. I genuinely feel bad. I wish I could get them out of the cold. Maybe I can toss them my scarf. Maybe they should take the bus. Maybe they like to walk in the bloody cold rain. I don't.

My husband is useless. He has good intentions, really, but he never does what I ask him to. All he had to do was put away his clothes I had left folded for him. That's all, nothing too strenuous. Get home, not done. Shocker. Then he says "Hey, when are you gonna put my clothes away?" and I say, "It's a good thing I have this hideous pain in my side or I would kick your ass."

mixing melodies

There's a million different tunes floating around the warehouse today. And here I sit. Calmly. Listening to my headphones. Unfortunately, it's not enough to drown out the madness of the 8 radios downstairs.

Everyone's so chatty today. It's helping the day go by. That and discovering that three of my friends have blogs just like this one. It's a really nice waste of time. But no matter how hard i've tried today, i've been fairly productive. Amazing.

Off to class tonight. I'm so behind it's laughable. I need to kick it into high-gear tonight. Really need to get the ball rolling on my website. It's hard though, this is "my" site so i'm being really finicky. Designers are definately their worst clients. I need to go with meteocre and just put it up so i can get my grade...

I need to call my Jared. My buddy, my pal Jared. Thanks for lending me the book Jen. I loved it. Read "Granny Torelli Makes Soup". I forget the author but it's a really fun read.

Weight: 108 Ciggys: yuck Alchohol Units: no time for drinking!

apple pie

applepie
Originally uploaded by tinkerellen.

I made a pie. I feel all domesticated. Does it matter that i bought the premade pie crusts? I peeled and cut the apples myself. That's gotta count for something.

dear diary

I'm pretty much behind in every aspect of my life. I go on vacation in one month. When I come back from that I’ll just toss everything and start over. Good plan.

I look good today. Like something that stepped out of a magazine. It makes me happy. It's not every day a woman can choose the perfect outfit, the perfect shoes, get her hair just right and use concealer as well as I have. Most days I look like something that rolled out of bed and tried not nearly hard enough. It's given me a strange confidence. Just this morning I snapped back at my boss. He hung his tail and cowered in the corner for a while. It was great.

On a side note, eating Krispy Kreme donuts is like asking to be a diabetic.

weight: 108 ciggys: 0 alchohol units: none, yet

a peaceful spot

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Originally uploaded by tinkerellen.

fantastic

My new friends are cool. They help me through lots of lonely boring late nights. They say things like 'fabulass' and 'you're so awesome, i bow in your presence'.

This weekend was falltastic. Pumpkin patch, apple picking, fall colors, sweater weather. I'm in heaven. We got a couple of pumpkins for carving and some apples for baking. Of course, we needed some instant gratification, so we also bought a warm pie from the stand. Apple pie rocks my world like a clearance sale at Pottery Barn.

While sitting around waiting for our lunch to arrive, my husband looks at me and says 'you miss the ocean, don't you?'. It's amazing that after three years you can still have those moments where you feel like you're still learning about one another.

go ahead

You know you want to.

Wish me a happy birthday.

so i was wondering

this morning, if anyone reads my nonsense? And wouldn't it really be a shame if they didn't? And what if green lights were really orange lights? Would everyone associate orange with go? I need tea. I must ponder.

ack

I can't believe it's already fall. Already October. Already my birthday. As if 26 wasn't hard enough. I feel old. I still look 17, but that's just good genes.

Well, the good news is we get birthdays off at this wretched job of mine. The bad news is the cable guys are coming to install our digital phone service. Between 12 and 5. Just to insure that even if I thought about doing the least littlest exciting thing for my birthday, they would foil my plans.

So my plan is to buy lots of glittery, clingy, too-tight-for-me clothes. I'll wear them for a while, and then when i finally come to my senses and realize that although the better part of the 13 year old female population has larger breasts than me, this in no way entitles me to dress like them. I will then donate everything to a traveling circus. Maybe they'll name a stunt after me.