Blooming onion

Gosh my butt is still so itchy! Make it stop!! Stupid bugs. Also, I farted in front of my future roommate today. Not sure if she heard me, but what a first impression to make!

On the bright side, my future home of Bloomington, IN is pretty cool.

The itsy bitsy spider.

I'm currently in the midst of a road trip to Pittsburgh and Indiana...it's been a lot of fun save for the fact that during our first night, a bug found itself trapped in the leggings in which I was sleeping, and bit it's way from the intersection of my leg and my torso all the way up my butt. It hurts. And itches, and my only relief comes from slathering on the cortisone cream. Stupid bug.

Climb Every Mountain

The other day I was inviting a bunch of my friends to dinner at my apartment. And to see a free Hanson concert with me. Only the link I included in my email wasn't the proper link to the promotion for the concert. Instead I accidentally included a link to a bra I'd been thinking about purchasing. A bra specifically tailored to A and B cup ladies. I never tire of embarrassing myself.

This post is dedicated to my wonderful boobies, which survived a mammogram and sonogram today with no indication of any trouble! (Take care of your boobies, people! And good health to you all!).

One the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...

This is my last Monday at work. I have four more days!

I put so many notes in my Google calendar reminding me of the fervor with which we should all rejoice over this occasion that my alerts went bonkers. I came home to nine separate emails reminding me that "Jessie's in da house" "hallelujah" "last week OMG OMG OMG" and "happy happy joy joy."

FOUR MORE DAYS!

Throw Your Hands Up At Me

My roommate and I do everything together. It's sort of a running joke that we're a better couple than most actual couples. Usually there exists the assumption that if we leave the house together it's more than likely we'll return together.

Last night I tried to resist this trend, proving that when I move to Indiana I'll be totally capable of living without her. We left together for Justin and Emma's party, but when I wasn't feeling well I returned early, leaving her at the party. Alas. Now I have some real fears about my inability to function independently -- As soon as I reached the door to my apartment after the 1 hour 15 minute train ride (and no sooner), I realized I'd left my keys on my dresser. We'd used my roommate's to lock up behind us when we left. At the same time that I came to this realization (1:09 am), I received a phone call from Emma explaining that my roommate was too drunk to come home and was going to stay there. Sadly this prompted Emma and her friends to bring my roommate drunkenly home in an $80 round trip cab ride just so I could enter my apartment. And my roommate really should have stayed put. Twas one of her drunker nights.

I did finally make it inside my apartment just after 2am. And I totally made friends with my neighbor while I was waiting outside for the arrival of the keys (and my friends). So there were some bright sides. And my roommie got home safe, of course :)

Braaaaiiiins!

Woah! I was involved in a riot the other day! Sorta. In the sense that I went to a free concert at the Seaport to see Hanson, but it attracted way more people than they expected, the crowd got unruly, and the concert was canceled.

Truth time. Hanson was only part of the act. Drake was also scheduled to play, and I would say about 95% of the crowd was there to see him. Also, Hanson fans are more of the shoving and hair pulling type...but I've never really known them to throw chairs and potted plants off balconies like the crowds at the Seaport did. (Not that they couldn't or anything). But. Erm. Yea! I was there! And I made it out alive!

Special thanks to Emma for helping us navigate our way safely out of the crowds before any trampling occurred.

Sharing is Caring

Do you see this image of an unidentifiable subject? Well then, allow me to identify it.

This is a pile of hair (both my own and my roommate's -- hence the marbleized color effect ) that I loosed from the clenches of my broken vacuum cleaner. With all this hair on the floor how do I still have any on my head?

Boooooooored

Hellooooo people! I'm bored! (10.5 more business days of work!) If anyone out there reads this, please engage me in some kind of comment conversation.

Some food for thought: I just had an amazing German chocolate Crumbs cupcake. Take that, Weight Watchers! Ok, I didn't eat the bottom {who needs cake with no filling?) and I totally tracked the points and planned to fit it into my calorie budget. But! Yum!

Comment! On anything! I'll respond! I'm bored!

Happy 8 Year Anniversary Taylor and Natalie Hanson (Really?)

I just spent the past 2 hours twitter stalking the extended Hanson family. I wish I felt no compulsion to do this!

Coney Island Nightmare

When you have a cold, does your nose ever get so irritated from blowing it into tissues all day long that your nostrils start peeling? That happened to me. And I have an addiction to playing with fringes that carries over into playing with anything...flappy. So I've been sitting here at my desk picking my nose (note: not picking boogers out of my nose. Just picking dead skin off my nose) for the past day and a half. I look like a freak. But as my good friend Jen would say, that's because I am :)

He walks amongst us.

Speaking of butt cracks, I totally had to pop a squat during my 8 mile hike through Harriman State Park this weekend and I was really concerned I'd end up with a tick in there.

Brush 'em Brush 'em Brush 'em

My hair sheds a lot. My carpet is always covered in it, and the evidence is particularly convincing when you look at the floor below my side of the couch and compare it with the floor below my roommate's side. My hair makes the floor an entire shade or two darker.

This morning when I was taking a shower (see? I shower sometimes) I suddenly noticed that my butt itched. Well, whaddya know? Half the hair on my head had fallen out and into my buttcrack. I know y'all love that image.

Cookie Monstah

I feel sick today but I've got to stick it out for the 3 interviews we're doing for my replacement this afternoon. And through my 7:00 appointment with my psychologist (I gotta stop going to those. They feel forced and pointless). I also forgot to put on deodorant. I'm noticing a pattern of forgetfulness these days.

I just want to complain. And sleep. And eat some noodles.