Saturday, November 29, 2008


It seems like a lot of my friends are on livejournal.

More importantly, I'm tired of censoring myself by only having the option of a public or friends only blog, and I want to use the friend locking feature of livejournal to write more personal things.

So, I'm leaving you, blogger. It's been a good run. I might be back, like an old lover, to reminisce sweetly about past times. But we're through.

If you want to keep reading about my adventures (my noble crowd of.. 2 readers.. or something), you can go over here:

Please be forewarned that all the juicy stuff is f-locked.


~ Me

Sunday, November 16, 2008

It's beginning to look a lot like christmas...

I walked into meijers yesterday, to hear holiday songs blaring on the radio. It snowed today, a thin blanket of the white and fluffy, and instantly half my friends changed their facebook statuses to something regarding the upcoming holiday season. There are commercials on the TV for decorations, presents, etc. The neighbors put up lights.

It's not even thanksgiving yet, but I feel that christmas spirit in the air, the one I look forward to every year, I excitedly make lists of things to make for people and cards to send out, I decorate the house with reckless abandon....

... But not this year.

This year, I already have the feeling like I want to punch the next santa-suited individual I see walking around. I have an urge to yell loud enough to drown out stupid carols. I want to set the wrapping paper section at meijers on fire. I can't even find in myself enough holiday spirit to cut paper into visually pleasing shapes to mail to my loved ones eventually. Heaven forbid I think about christmas shopping, the idea repulses me.

At the same time, I have a strange yearning for thanksgiving- thanksgiving! The holiday I was usually nonchalant about, if not a little wary of. My mother, after cooking all day and chasing around my brother, would be a little emotional, my other little brother would usually pick that day to have a temper tantrum about something, my dad would either be distant and upsetting (emotional) mom by avoiding the family, or half setting the house on fire trying to use a turkey baster, and I'd be simultaniously avoiding everybody, and trying to help in the kitchen. Last year, I started bossing everybody around- assigning my tantruming brother to set the table, taking my autistic brother and making dad play with him, and helping mom cook. Thanksgiving is a lot of emotional work.

And yet,I'm pining for it. I'm pining for family arguments, garlic yams, autistic kids who won't stay put at the table, and eating leftovers for weeks until I might be sick if I look at another serving of stuffing. Perhaps it's because this will be the first year, in my megar existance on this planet, that I will not be with my family for it. My immediate family is in Sweden, and the rest are in Greece or California.

This is strange, this holiday season. It seems that the difficulties of living overseas from my immediate family (whom I used to talk to every day), the fears I have with transitioning out of undergrad and into - Goddess knows what - and my changing definitions of family and home are all interacting to make me an anti-Santa, pro-Turkey crazy person.

I still haven't decided what I'm doing for Thanksgiving. Staying at home and eating chinese food is looking more and more tempting, because I think I'm going to be depressed one way or another, and may as well not drag other people down with me..

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Sad Kitty

I had to have Magic declawed. It goes against all my personal morals and principals, but she is too shred happy.

Now she's wandering around the house, wearing a lampshade looking thing on her head, drugged up and walking into walls. It's horribly cute and kind of meanly funny, but I also feel really terrible for having to have this elective surgery done :(

Sunday, November 9, 2008

My Secret Talent:

Fucking everything up.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008


The Good News: My uterus is not falling out.
The Bad News: It sure feels like it is.
The Yet-To-Be-Decided News: In less than 24 hours, we'll know who the next president will be.

Sunday, November 2, 2008


Sometimes I wonder if it's so wrong to put my cats into jingly-bell minstrel costumes to make my housemate feel happier.

..... But it's so damn cute....

Sunday, October 26, 2008

A meme I meant to post a long time ago..

Stolen from blue_sky_48220 on livejournal.

Sarah Palin married her high school boyfriend, Todd Palin, on August 29, 1988. The Palin family lives in Wasilla, about 45 miles (72 km) north of Anchorage. The Palins have two sons (Track, 19, and Trig, four months) and three daughters (Bristol, 17; Willow, 14; and Piper, 7) [ages as of August 2008]. Todd Palin has said Track's name came from the interest Sarah's parents had in the sport and the fact that he was born in the sport's season; Bristol was named after Bristol Bay in Alaska, where Todd grew up and where he does commercial fishing; Willow was named after Willow, Alaska; Piper got her name because it is uncommon and "a cool name"; Trig's name is Norse for "strength".

1)Your first-born will be named after your parents favorite sport:

2)Your second-born will be named after a nearby area that you're not from but you like the sound of part of the name, and maybe you have nostalgic memories of said place:
Cape Cod.

3)Your third-born will be named after another nearby place, for no reason other than you already have two children and don't have time to put much thought into another name:

4)Your fourth gets a "cool" name:

5)Your fifth gets something mythological, possibly straight out of Lord of the Rings: