Sans Glitter

This may come as shock to most of you, but... I want to paint my fingernails. I often want to do this. But I almost never do because I have this (irrational?) fear that if I paint my fingernails, it will affect my personality. Like if my nails are razzleberry blue or passion pink or candy apple red, then I won't be ME anymore. I'm worried I'll get distracted by them and start acting like a moron--or at least acting like someone I'm not. Kind of an invasion-of-the-body-snatchers type of thing.

This fear pertains exclusively to painting my fingernails. I have no such qualms about my toenails (which I haven't painted in years and have no intention of painting any time soon or indeed ever again). I don't feel that way about my hair either. I've never dyed or highlighted to lightened-darkened-bleachened-whatevend may hair. But that's because I LIKE it the way it is and I don't want to bother with the damage or the upkeep. I don't feel this way about make up either. Admittedly, my make up usage is minimal and never varying, BUT STILL.

Anyway. The fingernails. I mean, I WANT to. But I'm not sure I'm ready for the risk.

Eew

I never want to make that baked macaroni and cheese again. Food Network and Alton Brown let me down. I feel like I'm drowning in cholesterol. Gross gross gross.

Insomnia

I cannot tell you how much I would rather be asleep. It's 4:45 am, and I'm sitting here, at the computer, in my pajamas, and freezing.

I've been awake for a while. My mind keeps playing an episode from a TV show that's not real--the episode isn't, I mean. My imagination is making it up. And it's no good. No sense of plot, mediocre character development, etc.

But that's not what's really keeping me awake. I was too hot. Mainly my feet. Try sleeping with your feet at like 105 degrees Fahrenheit. DOES NOT WORK. And if the hot feet and fake TV episode weren't enough, the spiders were doing their job.

It's autumn, which means it's cold outside, which means the bugs are coming INSIDE--which is oh-so-gross. I've been finding a spider or two tramping around the apartment lately, and Kegan comes up with a new bite on his arm/neck/other limb everyday, it seems.

When I was a kid I would stuff my blanket into the crack between my bed and the wall so as to stop the spiders from crawling up the wall and traipsing around on my face during the night. I was paranoid. Whatever. I'd like the same set-up now, thanks. I'm 95% sure I flicked a spider out of my hair about 30 minutes ago--back when I was in bed and still attempting to sleep.

Why is it that we have to deal with spiders in the fall? Why couldn't it be ladybugs that come inside our homes and start showing up on a couch, scampering up a wall, trotting across a pillow? Ladybugs are so much less threatening. Not that these little household spiders are dangerous. Just disconcerting. Ladybugs, on the other hand, have beautifully colored shells and pleasant demeanors and they eat aphids off roses (a very noble work). I would so much rather have them over for a dinner party. The only concern would be that I wouldn't want to roll over and squish one in my sleep and get that yellow goo on my sheets that is either their guts or excrement.

As great as this little discussion has been--I'd really rather go to sleep. Maybe the spiders have deduced from my absence that I do not appreciate their presence and they've decided to leave me alone for the rest of the night. I honestly think I would feel better if I went back in the bedroom and made a speech before lying down. Something that involved standing with my hands on my hips and starting with, "Okay, listen up spiders, and listen GOOD..." and then continuing on to tell them my grievances, inform them that I'm boss (if you ACT confident, sometimes you can fool them into believing you really ARE), and then warning them that I will have the mack-daddy of bug sprays with me on Monday so they had best try and get on my good side and CLEAR OUT.

But who knows. Maybe I'll just wrap myself cocoon-like in a blanket (really tight, so the spiders can't get in), turn on all the lights, and watch the Food Network a while.

Lars

We spent almost all of class watching "Lars and the Real Girl." I know I should probably keep my opinions to myself until I've seen the whole thing--but I'm not going to. I loved it. LOVED it. So many good things about it. Good acting, good characters, beautiful idea, amazing setting (I think it's like Minnesota or Wisconsin in the winter), etc etc. When I watch the movie in its entirety (which I hope will happen soon), I'll write another review. A wiser one.

Slip on a banana peel I did not

I have had an awesome morning. And I did absolutely nothing to deserve it.

You slump out of bed, straggle into the shower and go through all the mundanities of getting ready for another plain-wheat-toast-with-water kind of day--and then FAWOOSH (the sound sparklers make when they ignite)!! It's a great day. A SURPRISE great day. Love it.

Here's mine:
Japanese went relatively smoothly. Then I got an email from my Spanish lit professor saying that class was canceled. Then I called my older sister (who is AmazingSoCoolClassyWonderfulOneofmyfavoritepeople) and talked to her for almost 40 minutes. Our conversation finished just in time for me to go to the Varsity Theater and chat with Leah and Ryan (who I don't see much now that they live in OR) for a few minutes before Leah's presentation started. The presentation was great. And then since my class was canceled (oh yeah, boo-yah, celebrate-good-times-come-on!) I was able to go to lunch with them and chat it up. And in the midst of all that, I ran into Mely Z, who always makes me laugh AND I got a precious (aw! Sigh like you see a puppy) little text from that cool guy named Kegan.

As if that wasn't enough: I don't have female pattern baldness or an eye infection, today is laundry day, and someday I'm going to graduate.

Today is a good day.

We should make cake and have a party. With streamers.