Archive for July, 2009

the world will roll their eyes
July 30, 2009





Who are you?
July 23, 2009

I have always wondered this, but who is actually reading my blog?  There’s this graph thing when I log into WordPress that tells me how many people have looked at my blog each day, and it always begs the question: Who are you?  I’ll be honest, I’m awful at reading other people’s blogs (sorry!).  I haven’t really done so since I left school, which is terrible.  In my defense, however, Alisa never updates hers, so I’m not missing anything!  Anyways, how can I expect anyone to read my blog when I’m not reading theirs?  That’s just bad blogging karma.  I’ll work on it.  I’m going to go watch A Very Potter Musical.  Again.

I wish we were the kissing kind of fish
July 22, 2009

When The OC first came out, I had a huge crush on Adam Brody. I crushed on him in an I’m-tearing-your-picture-out-of-this-magazine-and-putting-it-on-my-wall kind of way. I replayed his cutest scenes from The OC seasons 1 and 2 over, and over, and over.  Eventually, I lost interest in crazy Orange County after season 3 and Adam slipped from my radar.  Then I found out that he is in a band.  He plays drums for Big Japan, one of their songs is below.  I think my crush has reformed.  

When I rule the world I’ll plant flowers.
July 20, 2009

This is the creepiest thing I’ve seen in awhile (including those previews for that terrifying movie about the orphan, Esther or something)

She looks like the Ice Queen from The Chronicles of Narnia.

I’m rather partial to this commercial, however, and not just because I want this car.  It has solar panels!  

Michelle, was this you?
July 19, 2009

umpahAnd I didn’t even send it in! I need to find this person and be friends with them.

Wuthering Heights
July 15, 2009

My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff’s miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself.  If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.

Even the sadistic and scheming Catherine gets to experience a heart-wrenching love.

It’s been a long time coming…
July 12, 2009

As a throwback to the early days of our friendship, Michelle and I watched What a Girl Wants tonight.  Not much has changed since our middle school days-although we did upgrade from VHS to DVD-especially our crushes on Oliver James.  I swooned like the 14-year-old girl I once was, nearly spilling cream soda all over Michelle’s meticulously arranged pillow setup, when he came on the screen.  Oliver James’s Ian Wallace has it all: Adorable good looks? Check.  Kick ass motorcycle? Check.  Stellar singing voice with which to serenade me to sleep? Super Check.  Charming British accent?  Hells yeah.  Michelle and I are going to spend the rest of the summer figuring out how to get to London/finding our own personal Oliver Jamses, however I would prefer mine to have a little less of the spiked hair thing going on.  Wish us luck in our quest!



I know he looks rather young here, but YUM.

Found at
July 9, 2009

I saw this on TheFrisky. com a few days ago and I have been thinking about ever since.  This was found in Brooklyn, New York. 

anchor heart!

anchor heart!

I really like it, but I can’t figure out what it stands for.  My first thought was that love is, obviously, an anchor, keeping you stable when life tosses you around.  However, I have been in a very the-glass-is-half-full, looking-at-the-dopeness mood lately, so this optimistic approach to the graffiti may not be accurate.  There are Shapiros in this world who only look at the wackness.  They, perhaps, would see the anchor heart as a representation of love weighing you down;keeping you tied somewhere when you just want to break free.  Either way, I like it.  And maybe it’s not supposed to make you think, maybe it’s just supposed to be cute.

Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
July 8, 2009

Here are five of my favorite things right now:

1. My Bangs

I got them cut last week and since then they’ve been amazing.  I don’t even do anything and they look good, falling in just the right spot.  It’s nice.

2. The Apple Store

My Mac was being a bit finicky so I took it in to have one of the Geniuses look at it.  Not only did they replace my CD drive, but they cleaned everything!  My white keyboard used to have unsightly dirt smudges but no more!  It looks just as it did fresh out of the box.  

3. My Nightgown

Michelle and I have been in pursuit of a nightgown for about a year now, and when we went shopping last week, and found the Magic Jeans, Michelle and I also found really cute nightgowns.  Mine is pink and red and adorable and oh so comfy.  Score!

4. The Songs from A Very Potter Musical

Just watch it. Hilarious, yes, and the actors have actual talent, which is always a plus. 


My new favorite way to waste time while in the internet. 

Do you believe in magic in a young girl’s heart?
July 7, 2009

I have been reading a lot of Harry Potter in preparation for the movie release next week, and while I enjoy the books immensely, every time I read them I get a little sad.  Want to know why? Because I’m not magic.  My whole life would be ten times as awesome as it is now if I was magic.  But, knowing that the magic of Hogwarts does not exist in real life, I have resigned myself to the fact that I will never be a wizard.  This does not mean, however, that magic does not exist in my life.

Michelle and I went shopping last week when we both had the day off from the BVFAC.  A little retail therapy always makes me happy, but when Michelle suggested that I check out some Gap jeans, I was apprehensive.  As a girl with hips, thighs, and a butt, shopping for pants is not the most enjoyable experience.  For some reason, I decided to follow her to Gap where she, her mom, and her sister had all bought the same pair of jeans the day before.  Feeling highly skeptical of my success rate once inside the store, Michelle shoved a folded pair of jeans into my hands and directed me back towards the fitting rooms.  Once in my changing area, I pulled the jeans on and buttoned them up while facing the door.  They felt remarkably comfortable, so I turned and faced the mirror.  It was then that I believed in magic.  These jeans were made for me alone, or, at least, they looked that way.  There was no squeezing or gaping, just a flawless fit and, let me tell you, my ass has never looked better.  It was like The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants and I was America Ferrera.  My best friend and her family are more Blake Livelys than anything else, so I was surprised when the same jeans were flattering on all of us.  But once I had those jeans zipped and buttoned, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that they were meant for me.  

Needless to say, I bought them.  So bring on the fall!  I will wear my new favorite jeans daily! I will walk with poise and a hint of a swagger because when a pair of pants not only brightens your day but boosts your confidence, that’s real magic.