semamana

when i was about 13, a little girl in wisconsin critisized our accents.

we were galactic aliens as far as she was concerned. who did we think we were, pronouncing the 'ow' in 'shower', and 'o' like an o instead of an a in popcorn?

accents are a fascinating concept. people use them to base so many judgments. accents can enthrall, fascinate, repel and seduce others. personally, i think some southern accents are rather charming, and more and more lately i hear the south coming out on my tongue like the impromptu confederate soldier parade that me and my fellow fashion students candidly witnessed in may. my "ya'll's" are the drums, a basis for my speak. my r's are sugar, that makes words sound sweet. the accent i have isn't an old richmond southern belle one, but it's not a redneck chester type either. i like to think it's a lucky one.

i wonder if that little girl ponders her own accent, if she has yet admitted that she has one, or if she hates it. i believe that one who hates (and will attempt to change) their own accent is likely to be one who doesn't like their home town, and possibly therefore what makes them them.

good night, ya'll.

rhyming catastrophe

i deleted this entry. some of you may have already read it, but i decided i sounded too much like an angsty high schooler.

i had a good time hanging out last night for halloween. hillary was daria, i was jane, seth was trent, and katia and kc were beavis and butthead. nobody knew right off who hillary and i were, but most people were amused once we enlightened them.

i lost ten pounds! it's cool that i'm actually doing it. i put on some pants today that now fit a little looser in the waist. now that i'm on a roll, it's really not that hard. i definitely need to go to the gym more, but it's been difficult with all the traveling i've been doing and will still be doing.

guys are still dense, and i am still picky. i still have a best friend who, despite my feeling of being equal to her, gains more attention from dudes than me. i try to look on the bright side by telling myself that when i get involved with someone, i know it won't be just because of my looks, whereas she has a lot more weeding out (of douche bags) to do. i know saying this may seem like i don't think highly of my looks, but i do. it's just that i also realize that my looks are very distinctive, and aren't considered conventionally attractive. so that's how i'm trying to stay optimistic. sometimes i still just want to punch people in the face when all they see is her, and i'm like what the fuck dude? i am awesome too. so fuck you for not seeing it.

i want to do a cross country road trip. who wants to go?? i'm thinkin' sometime after i graduate in december...

i think i might have to turn my heat on soon. another winter season is fast upon us. i have been thoroughly enjoying wearing my pink jumpin' ducks adult footie pajamas the last few chilly nights though. see? i totally have mad sex appeal.

ideas are swirling around beneath the surface of everyday life, and i am excited. art, music, all things creative are what i look forward to these days. and going to miami on thursday. i am sure i will blend in fluidly with all the tan, beachy people there.

to all my gracious readers

call me bob

i chopped all of my hair off.

i need a good photo of it.

traveling thoughts

when using an escalator, i cannot resist wrapping my fingers around the rubber banister and seeing if i will get electrically shocked when my fingertips touch the moving metal below it. if i have indeed come across one of these shocking escalators, i always keep touching it and shocking myself despite the knowledge that i won't like it.

whoever designed 'quickpick' snackbox ($5) had a cruel sense of humor, embodied by the pungent smells of each snack packed into that box that overpowered me and made me imagine myself hovering over the aisle companion next to me and making dry heaving sounds onto him. munching away...

i was waiting at gate A6 for the absurdly short (forty minute) flight from d.c. to richmond, watching a girl in the terminal waiting area two seats next to me reading a book and sniffing on her fingers. we all do it, the finger sniffing, but speaking of it offends us.

either the grandmother of the asian family sitting in front of me, or the infant, had intensely bad gas.

take it from peaches...

fuck this situation.

in the ass, with a broomstick covered in brambles.

seriously. i deserve so much fucking better than i have been getting, and i'm taking this bullshit into my hands because i know it's true and i'm sick and tired of people being blind.

it's time to play this goddamned awful game.

yumyums

i ended up getting an A on my test. but i still feel lost in my class, and i need to do much more studying. we have an oral quiz on thursday... eww.

here are photos from dinner sunday. i only got photos of the food, none of us, haha.






folk festival is this weekend... and cat power is sunday/monday. good schtuff.

speaking of cat power... here is thursday in the cute kitty shot of the week:



it was so difficult trying to pick the best one!

campagne deuxieme

I have a new appreciation for Oilville/Goochland County.

Cassie and I spent a splendid evening with Seth (and more fuzzily, fifty alpacas) last night.

It had been a really long time since I could see the stars that clearly... I had forgotten what it was like to get outside of the city and see that.

Here is my newly revised life plan:

-Move to a big city and 'experience life' and shit
-Become successful...and shit
-Find someone I wanna chill with for the rest of my life
-Come back to Richmond and have a house in the city, or maybe just a farm with all my favorite aminals.. I'll be all retired and chill and mess.

Children are optional, but I do have a sneaking suspicion that I will pop out a few of those little wrinkly aliens.

Great plan, right?

However, the (more feasible) plan for today is this:

-Prepare dinner for my ex-step dad Dennis, his girlfriend Sarah, and Katia. the menu is below
-Straighten up my hoose
-If time permits, check out the wine festival in Carytown
-Late night homework-ination

Autumnal Dinner Party Menu (mostly vegan style)

Roasted acorn squash with brown sugar and fake butter
Toasted quinoa salad with lemon and fresh herbs
End of summer red and yellow tomato salad with basil

Homemade brownies a la mode

I love cooking.. possibly more than I like eating. Is that possible?

I also tried out using proper capitalization in this post. I'm trying it on for size. I feel so proper.

campagne

+1: i made a giant pot of lentil soup today.
+1: i started my water aerobics class today and i love it and am excited to do more.
-1: progress is slow and i'm pessimistic.
-1: i am not prepared for my test tomorrow morning.
-1: my skin is completely broken out again. it makes me feel disgusting.
+1: getting to see william elliott whitmore on friday.
-1: wondering if i will ever have a real connection with someone, romantically, ever again.
-1: wondering if me wondering is hindering any chance of that happening.
+1: hanging out with alpacas sunday.
-1: being broke as shit.
-1: not yet selling any jewelry.


UGH

i want a manual camera. there have been too many priceless things i've been seeing around richmond of which to take photos.

i think i have a habit of updating when i'm feeling shitty. i'm sorry about that. i promise i do think about more interesting things than myself. every once in a while.