cute or what

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she couldn't be cuter if she tried. seriously.

i'm not super

i won't be a 'super senior'. which at SUNY (state university of new york in case you actually thought i only sat on my ass and ate raisinettes all day) is a senior who missed graduation by 1-3 classes. without their knowledge. the school is infamous for it. and i dodged the bullet. i was missing 3 credits, but somehow flew under the radar. which is awesome. because i get to leave god-forsaken north country. no more being blown over by the gusting wind. no more chapped cheeks (are you looking at me bum?) from the bitter cold. no more doubled socks (which was totally cool in the late 80s). no more clutching onto a hot to-go cup for dear warmth.

i can't wait to pack my bikini and say sianara to the snow.

all i want for Christmas is to know where i'll be living in 6 months.

after 2 long days of hashing and researching and phone-call making we've made our decision. we're ready to move to california. wow, you say. crazy, you say. insane, you say. yeah, we said that too. and then we thought about it. if you think about it, you'll come to the same conclusion as us.

now whether or not this ACTUALLY happens is still very much up to my husband's agency. they could say, screw all the work and stress and time you put into making this decision. we want to move you to nameless, texas. seriously. there's a town called nameless. anyway. we have to sit and wait. and wait. and wait. so basically they give us two days to make a life-altering decision, and then they take a couple of months to finalize everything. thanks guys. thanks bunches.

oof

just when you start getting comfortable. just when you start connecting with people. just when financial opportunities start to open up. just when you start building friendships and bonds. that's when it does it. that's when life sucker-punches you right in your gut.

by monday we have to decide whether we want to live in New York City or Los Angeles.

the first snow

first snow, originally uploaded by tinkerellen.

this is the weather we're used to.

in the spirit of

an overcommercialized once-religious holiday that's been completely destaurated and molested by mass consumer culture i would like a mini-Christmas list from all of you.

download this:

"wise men" - james blunt

miss productive procrastinator

today i:
went to church
went shopping (out of tp)
wrote a five page paper
designed a website
burned 2 CDs for marybee
washed 2 loads of laundry
made out with my husband once
did the dishes

If you read this i'll bake you a chocolate cake.*

Two names u Go by:
1. cheri
2. fatass

Two parts of your Heritage:
1. irish
2. does anything else matter. i don't think so.

Two things that Scare u:
1. spiders
2. daytime TV

Two of your everyday essentials:
1. gel
2. chapstick

Two things u are wearing right now:
1. pants
2. wedding band

Two of your Fave bands or artists:
1. ben folds
2. tori amos

Two of your favorite songs:
1. it never entered my mind - Miles Davis
2. fear - Sarah McLachlan

Two things u want in a relationship(other than real love)
1. kisses, and not the hershey kind
2. fun

Two truths:
1. i procrastinate until i stress out, get sick, and breakdown. and i like it that way.
2. i buy things i will never need. a lot.

Two physical traits in the opposite sex that appeal to you:
1. good hair
2. honest eyes

Two Favorite hobbies:
1. photography
2. baking

Two things you want really badly:
1. a new sewing machine
2. to live by the ocean

Two places you want to go on vacation:
1. London
2. Ireland

Two things you want to do before you die:
1. paint in Paris
2. really affect someone

Two ways you are stereotypically a chick:
1. pms is like a godzilla style rampage where the victims include any happy feeling left in my path
2. i'm self-conscious

Two things you are thinking about right now:
1. i should be writing my paper
2. we're almost out of toilet paper

Two people you would like to do this:
1. mel
2. heather

*the above said statement is a complete and exagerated lie. you will never receive chocolate cake, nor will you partake in its yummy goodness.

it's that time again

the time when i really hate the gym and really love the chocolate...

and God said, "let there be rain"

and there was. A whole lot of it.

Today started out gorgeous. 70 degrees and sunshine, early November in upstate New York. It's unheard of. It's obscene. I wished i was a kid again, so I could roll around in the leave piles along the sides of the road without anyone asking me if I needed them to call someone.

Then the rain came, and washed away all my sins. As soon as the power was out, I jumped in the car and went to Target. I'll look for any excuse to go to Target. But power outage and no way to do homework without my trusty devil Mac is a heck of a good one.

So I ended up with a new set of flannal sheets (in preparation for the actual weather we should be having) and a bright pink sweater. A good day it has been, it has been a good day.

(by the way, i love the new retro designs popping up all over the place, from notecards, to wrapping paper, blankets, ect...love it.)

I am THE model of class and grace.

Time for another youth girls overnight. I thought this was going to be terribly awkward, since it's me, a bunch of teen girls who i think are way cool and vice versa, and a couple of chaperones. (Technically i'm a chaperone too, but i like to ignore that part.) Anyway, i managed to get repremanded at by the girl who's house we were at for beating another teen girl in the head with the "good" pillows (which apparently people have, and aren't allowed to use for anything other than looking at? who knew?). I ate two tacos full of garlicy guacamoli which i swore would come back to haunt me later and i probably got myself in trouble again for saying something or doing something that isn't "proper". But that's an entirely different entry, so i digress.

So these girls are going through this charm course at the church on sunday nights. They're learning to be more ladylike and charming so they can most likely snag that perfect man of their dreams that doesn't even exist but no one has the heart to tell them that life's really not like the movies. Anyway. We're all standing around playing this game, it's pitch dark, no one can see anything 6 inches in front of their face, and yes, oh yes, that guacamoli had it's revenge right then and there in the form of one stinking loud (and if i might say so, awesome) belch.

i'm no betty crocker

but tonight,
i
made
lasagna.

and it was good.