music is a national addiction (let's kick it!)

saw margot twice this past weekend; once on saturday and once on monday. i love them. so. much.




i did nothing to this last picture; the colors were just that awesome. i have a feeling with a little larger f/stop or a little more light i could have gotten some really great pictures.

both sets were exactly the same, which was kind of sad, but still awesome because i could listen to them play the same songs over and over again and not get tired of it. really.

they didn't play as tall as cliffs or the payphone rings (and becomes extinct) or the ocean (is bleeding salt) [one day i hope to hear the song "jolene, we almost never met" played, but i'm not holding my breath for that], but they did play all of the other classics (skeleton key, quiet as a mouse, on a freezing chicago street, broadripple's burning) as well as some great new ones (new york city hotel blues #3, junked out german motor car, at the carnival). it made me really excited for the new album to come out.

every margot show i've been to in the last 3 years they've had the original artwork from dust of retreat for sale, and every time i've wanted to buy something but haven't. i finally got one! it's called "don't ship wreck, follow fish":



i have a feeling that one day i'm going to be even happier than i already am that i bought that.

or sculpting.

me too

postsecret.

chester drawers

went to the omelet parlor this morning with tiffany. this is what was next to me as i ate my food:


the food was delicious but i'm still thinking about those pancakes from last week...

the office in real life

two co-workers and a boss



a little treat for your friday evening

"snail funeral" or "cannibalism"

it rained, so there are snails everywhere.


inevitably, one would get stepped on. not so inevitably, all the other snails would gather around it. what are they doing? are they mourning the death of their friend? or are they EATING him? what is happening??



sick!

p.s. i need to mention emily in here somewhere because she was the one that told me to look at it the next time i left. although i'm not sure anyone could miss it because its right in the middle of the walkway. anyway, props to emily.

EZ Take Out Burger

try chicken sandwich

snails see the benefits; the beauty in every inch

i don't like snails very much, mostly because i think they are gross, but this morning when i was walking out to my car there were some hanging out on a phone book that was left on the sidewalk yesterday.

pancakes 'R' us

last week my roommate and i were craving breakfast for dinner, so we trekked down the street to the omelet parlor. it was closed, so we stood there for a second thinking about where we could satisfy our cheese blintzes craving. emily suggested "pancakes R us" down the street (with the R backwards), so the three of us (jeff, emily and i) decided it would at least be a funny story later and proceeded to trek even further down the street to pancakes R us.

to get a visual of this place, picture the most greasy midwest breakfast place you can think of, and stick it in the middle of newport beach. we walked in and it smelled like a mixture of a convalescent home and an 80's hair salon. there was a huge yellow sign by the register that said "PLEASE HELP AFGHAN CHILDREN" with a little money box underneath it.

after we were seated hilary joined us, and just in time because i could never have imagined what would happen next.

our waitress, a large woman with a terrible bleached hair job, came to our table right as jeff was telling us that he had a job interview. as i asked him what job it was for, without saying hello or anything, our waitress chimed in with "your dream job?! working as a hooker for $4,000 an hour for the mayor?? PAY BY THE POUND!!!", grabbed her stomach, and jiggled it around a little bit. we all sat there and stared at her, shocked at what had just happened. she laughed awkwardly and a little less excited said, "well, maybe just my dream job. can i get you guys something to drink?"

it was pretty much like that the rest of the evening. every time she came over we tried to get her to say something equally as funny. there were some pretty funny quotes, but the only one i really remember (other than the epic first one) is something about not telling her husband's first wife that she could cook. i'm not really sure why not, but hey, i'll oblige.

all joking aside, i ended up with the best pancakes i've ever eaten in my life. i'm totally going there again and i'm taking you all with me.

things that are really annoying to me right now

• people that speed up to get around you when you put your turn signal on


• the fact that my death cab stuff still hasn't arrived from stupid atlantic records


• people who drive mercedes with license plates that say "r kelly"


• the fact that i am addicted to gilmore girls right now


• mercedes drivers who don't ever put their license plates on


• mercedes drivers in general, apparently


• cookies that taste really good and then make you feel gross for eating them


• people who call me at work and yell at me even though i have nothing to do with their problem


• the fact that rory likes jess and not dean even though dean is the nicest boyfriend ever and doesn't deserve to be dropped for someone as stupid as jess


• the fact that i have no food in my house and i'm hungry and i should go to the grocery but i'm too busy watching gilmore girls to leave and do that

it was worth the wait (is an understatement)

i wish everyone could feel what i felt today driving home from work. i put the long (too long) anticipated narrow stairs in my cd player and i was overwhelmed with the emotion you feel when you are so incredibly happy because you want something so badly and you wait for it forever and you know it's not going to disappoint you even though everyone seems to think it's going to turn you into a hater or it's going to take some time to get used to.

i put the album in and i wanted it more and more. i wanted it louder and stronger. i wanted it to sink into my bones and to feel it pumping through my bloodstream.

It's like my heart can't be tamed
And I fall in love every day
And I feel like a fool...

today i pulled out my old relient k albums

frustrated and tired
where do i go from here?

now i'm searching for
the confidence i lost so willingly

overcoming these obstacles
is overcoming my fears.

the world is getting smaller

i know that "we live in a small world," especially because of social networking that is all the rage these days, but the people i continually cross paths with will never cease to amaze me. these people that meant so much to me at one point, whether i want them to be or not, are never entirely gone from my life. they may disappear for awhile, but they are just a search engine away from being in my life forever.

the whole internet thing aside, i am still convinced that i will always be weirdly connected to most people that have ever meant something substantial to me. people who i thought i had deep connections with, moved away from and never expected to see again for the rest of my life, will always return at some point. maybe its because like dogs we always return to our vomit. maybe its because as humans we were never meant to be in broken relationships and have a subconscious desire to reconcile. maybe we just like to visit the things in our past because they remind us of how far we've come. maybe our lives were always headed in similar directions and thats why we meant something to each other the first place. i don't know why these things happen, but they just always seem to. it's weirding me out, yo.

you didn't inspire this.

clinton touts support from 'white americans'

interesting................

someone please calm that woman down.

two things i've never ever seen before

one. i saw a stoplight go out while i was driving through it. the green light went flicker, flicker, flicker......out.

two. this morning i went running with crissy, and as we were by the back bay i watched a bird fly over our heads. i watched him in front, over, and behind, when suddenly, something exploded out the back of him-- a spray of something fell and landed in the dying wildflowers below. the bird crapped in mid-air! and i watched the whole thing happen.

you're awkward but it's cute

yes, we really do have baby ducks living in our bushes.

the momma doesn't like it when i get too close


jump little guy! you can do it!

i feel kinda bad for the ducks sometimes. i mean, they get pushed out of their natural habitats by suburban sprawl, and then we get mad at them when they try to live near our bodies of water. but seriously ducks, you can live here... you can even poop all over my pool. but why you gotta attack me? i won't hurt you little ducks, i promise.

musings from a saturday morning

okay, for everyone who now thinks i'm crazy because of that last weird cryptic post, i will explain: i was reading my journal from last summer and that was something i had written. i read it and i laughed out loud because it didn't make any sense. hence the "what is she talking about?" title.

in other news, delilah has been resurrected. on wednesday evening i turned her off right before i went to sleep, and on thursday morning when i tried to turn her back on, she wouldn't. after much ado, i took her to the apple store where they informed me that the "mainboard" was failing, whatever that means. after much more ado, they called me on friday evening and told me that she was working again. when i arrived at the store the conversation went something like this:

mac "genius": "your [blah blah blah] was broken. we replaced the part for you. you sure are lucky that this thing was under warranty, because without it the repair would have cost you $1,002."
me: "wow. that's a lot of money. i could buy a whole new computer for that."
MG: "essentially, yes. have you thought about buying apple care? it extends your warranty for another year blah blah blah.."
me: "wait so, why would my computer be working fine one day and then not turn on the next?"
MG: "because computers are machines, built by people, who are imperfect. things break..."
me: "but, this wasn't my problem right? i didn't do anything to this computer, right?"
MG: "well yes, but..."
me: "so you're telling me that i should buy a warranty for a computer that is only a year old because the entire thing might break randomly after a year even though i didn't do anything to it?"
MG: "yes"
me: "right, well, i will think about it, but i'm pretty sure the reason i bought a brand new mac was because it's supposed to last me a long time and things aren't supposed to randomly break when i didn't do anything to it. computers are made to last longer than 9 months."

seriously? i didn't think i was being a jerk to the guy, but re-reading the general course of the conversation makes me think that i was. but really, apple, you're better than this.

hilary, my roommate, would like me to tell you all that according to jambaism #5 "your body is a temple; littering is strictly prohibited."
also, my roommates are amazing (that's for emily)

the end.