May 2004 archive

(40 entries)

May 31, 2004

Family hijinks!

We're doing the usual Memorial Day Family Cemetary Tour.

Alfie: (points out a statue of a lamb on a baby's grave) That doesn't look like a lamb! It looks like a Westie with plants sticking out of its butt.
Srahgrandma: It looks like a bear to me.
Srahdad: Looks like a wolf to me.
Srah: (being facetious) Looks like a sea anenome to me! (points at Alfie) Hey, I sea anenome!
Alfie: (grumbles) No one likes you.
Srah: I do!
Alfie: You don't count.
Srah: One, two, five, eleven...
Srahgrandma: You went from five to eleven.
Srah: I also skipped three and four. I didn't say I can count - I just said I do.

srah | 1:23 PM | TrackBack
Tags: holidays, memorial day, srahfam

'Sorry, can't stop - our van is green!'

On the way to the wedding, we passed several signs advertising an Orange Car Wash. I thought that this was the worst, most selective fundraising drive ever until I learned that we were near Orange, Ohio.

srah | 12:52 PM | TrackBack

'You must be very proud'

tbone and Mr tbone got married this weekend in Retarded Cleveland (so monikered by the bride herself) and for some reason, I was invited. I know, it surprised me too! Who would want me at a wedding?

This question raised itself even more once I got there, because I am clearly a social retard. The ceremony was lovely and tbone, as I predicted, laughed through most of it. It was nice to see her so happy and Lock so emotional and I'm glad he didn't cry because that would have set me off and I would have been a mess.

After the ceremony, the guests filed through the church lobby to greet the lineup of bride and groom and families. As I waited, I stored up a list of things to be sure to say to Polly (congratulations, she looked lovely, she looked so happy laughing her head off, etc.). I ought to have done the same for the other people in the line, because I moved along to Lock and all I came up with was, "Thank you for marrying Polly!"

WHAT DID I JUST SAY? The words came out of my mouth and I think I was surprised as Lock, who laughed and said, "You're welcome," but was clearly thinking, "Alrighty then, we won't be associating with this crazy tart after today..."

I managed to bungle the rest of the line as well, introducing myself as "Sarah. I go to school with Polly" in my weak little quiet voice and having tbone's mother respond, "You do what with Lock?" and cheerfully repeating the same introduction to a bored, unimpressed teenaged brother of tbone's who refused to identify himself and was clearly only in the line due to a sense of duty or familial threats.

We threw rose petals at the B & G and moved on to the reception. Much to our surprise, we were seated in the same room as Polly and Lock - we had speculated that we would be placed in the add-on area up the stairs, but apparently that was the Teenager Ghetto for Polly's brother and his friends.

Food and beverages were et and drunk. Despite my promises to drunk-dial Matt from the reception, my white wine and champagne were spread out over the course of about four hours and I was hardly squiffy. I managed, however, to bring myself to dance in public, including some fascinatingly literal performances with "I Think We're Alone Now" and "Dancing Queen," la the DeMarco Brothers on Saturday Night Live.

srah | 12:21 PM | Comments (5) | TrackBack
Tags: stories

Who's a widdle waptopkins?

I have been trying very hard not to be the New Parent who thinks that their baby is the most amazing thing in the world and has to tell you about everything that it does as if it were something special, when you know very well that millions of other babies can do the same thing. I think this is why I haven't been blogging regularly - I've been playing with Isidore and reveling in all of the amazing things I can do and the amazing places I can compute from but trying not to blog about all of them.

So... I think I'm going to have to give in and be that Obnoxious Parent for a while. Sorry.

I am typing things in a car! I don't have wireless access here, but I am still typing for later! Then I will type things at Grandma's house! And at cemetaries in Ohio! I have typed in my living room! In my bed, for hours on end! In my bathroom! At work, although I dragged Isidore all the way down to campus before realizing that the wireless network doesn't extend outside of the Union! He's going to my internship tomorrow!

Isn't he just so special? Doesn't he make you want to tickle his screen? Couldn't you just eat him up with a spoon?

srah | 12:06 PM | TrackBack
Tags: isidore, technology

May 30, 2004

'Ah, there he is, getting undressed inside a trunk on deck...'

I am very boring. I keep coming up with things that could be blog fodder, but I don't have the energy to construct an entertaining post around them. But believe me, they're great. You know the story; you've heard it before. I promise, my life will get a lot more interesting in about a week.

So while you're waiting for me to get over my block, please enjoy the Worst Romance Novel Covers of 2003.

[via fujikosmurf]

srah | 11:49 AM | TrackBack

Unconscious Mutterings

Step right up and get your associations! Today, and today only, we are selling them at an impossible fraction of the cost! "How much?" you ask? FREE! Yes, that's right, free associations! Just step this way...

srah | 2:03 AM | TrackBack
Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

May 28, 2004

Tuesday is Chooseday

... even if this is Friday.

Would you rather:

  1. your best friend overhear you telling somebody else a deep secret about them OR your child overhear you venting your frustrations about your significant other?
    Best friends are resilient and will talk to you and yell at you; children will only be silent and hurt and scared.

  2. learn an obscure language only spoken by 15 other people on the planet OR be able to guess somebody's exact birthdate, just by looking at them?
    Um, language?!

  3. have eyebrows that grow in VERY bushy, daily, no matter how you try to prune them OR make a sound like a tuba whenever you blow your nose?
    I don't blow my nose as often as people have to look at my face.

  4. have a job that makes $200,000 a year, but you only get to see your family once a week for 3 hours OR make just enough to survive from check-to-check, but be able to see your family whenever you want?
    Maybe I am being self-centered in imagining that it would make my family happy to see me, but happiness is more important than money. As long as we are surviving check-to-check... maybe things will get better later and we won't have missed out on the family time.

srah | 8:58 AM | TrackBack
Tags: memes

May 27, 2004

'I'll be seeing YOU at my MALL!'

Yet another rollicking season of American Idol is at an end. If you don't want to know who won and have the surprise spoiled for you, then read no further and go scratch out your eyes and plug up your ears, because it's hard to miss.

I think two words defined the evening: Wardrobe Malfunctions. Fantasia's first words on discovering that she'd won the competition were a teary, "I broke my shoe!" - this coming after she'd already broken her necklace.

When they brought the Final 12 back together for one last hurrah, they were all in yellow and white. Yellow! Stevens, this could have been your chance to make my dreams come true! Well... my dream, that is.

Meanwhile, Kelly Clarkson looked like her waist had been covered in bubble wrap before being encased in her dress. Simon Cowell did not need his shirt buttoned down so far and Paula Abdul was accused (by everyone at Rachel's house anyway) of trying to revive her career à la Janet Jackson as the camera managed to find ways to look up her cleavage.

srah | 2:47 PM | TrackBack
Tags: american idol, american idol 3, fantasia barrino, kelly clarkson, tv

Ça c'est l'histoire de...

Today is the one-year anniversary of my transition from the Blogger system to Movable Type. Between my year of Blogger and half-year of Blogger Pro, there were so many formatting differences that my archives didn't transfer to the new system as easily and effectively as they should have, so I have been sorting, reposting and cleaning up my archives for this whole year and there is still a lot to do! Maybe by May 2005, I will be caught up!

srah | 1:21 PM | TrackBack

May 26, 2004

Blog-readers, meet Isidore

I am blogging this from my bed! But I could be blogging from the toilet and you wouldn't know any different! Such is the power of laptop!

srah | 12:50 AM | TrackBack
Tags: isidore, technology

May 25, 2004

Nice sturdy log cabins for everyone!

On NPR on my drive home last night, they were theorizing that the "bold" new cylindrical design of Charles de Gaulle airport's 2E terminal was architecturally sound as long as all of the parts held the right pressure against each other, but that a pylon moving or the deterioration of some building materials may have changed the pressure enough to have caused the collapse. Uh... what the hell? Who is designing buildings these days? People freak out enough about terrorism at the airport - I don't want to be in a building that's going to fall apart all by itself.

Luckily, I'm flying United, which is not an Air France partner and goes into a different terminal. Let's hope other bits of the airport don't start caving in...

Note: For those of you who were concerned, my favorite airline, Gandalf, is safe in 2D.

srah | 8:43 AM | TrackBack
Tags: discovered


Online package tracking is really not necessary. I don't need to know that my laptop had its origin scan in Maumee, Ohio at 1:42pm yesterday or that it had its departure scan from Maumee at 7:32pm yesterday or that it arrived in Ypsilanti at 12:45am this morning or that it went "out for delivery" at 1:23am this morning and is currently listed as "in transit" in Ann Arbor.

In the old days, I would have been perfectly happy to know when it was expected to arrive and to sit around, impatiently waiting for it. This is all more information than I really need to have access to. And yet... I do have access to it, so I have to look it up every time I'm online.

Do I have to go to work today? Can't I get some ITity leave or something?

srah | 8:21 AM | Comments (4) | TrackBack
Tags: technology

May 23, 2004

Unconscious Mutterings

Free associations lurk lurkingly within the extension.

srah | 7:53 PM | TrackBack
Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

May 21, 2004

'When you sleep I will creep into your thoughts like a bad debt...'

For some reason, I decided to pull out one of my old mix tapes today, cleverly titled "Mix Tape #2" because it's the second mix tape I made. I listened to it a while, enjoying the music, then looked at the date. It's from 1994. How can this music be ten years old? Where has the time gone? I am old.

So here's what I was listening to ten years ago...

srah | 2:29 PM | TrackBack
Tags: music, track listing

May 20, 2004

I ain't got no damn money

srahmom: Rebecca, Rebecca, tell Sarah about your job.
Alfie: Well... I'm getting paid $750 a week... basically to do nothing.
srah: *kills herself*

srah | 6:25 PM | TrackBack
Tags: conversation, money, srahfam

Tuesday is Chooseday

Back by great demand (too bad there's no archive or I'd go back and do the weeks I missed because I keep forgetting!)

Would you rather:

  1. while visiting new york city, fall from the 4th floor of a building OR get hit by a bicycle messenger?
    I feel like it would be more easily survivable.
  2. kiss somebody with severe chapped lips OR eat lunch next to somebody picking a scab on their arm?
    How severe? Would it hurt them to kiss me? Well, I pick the one that gets me kissed.
  3. live next door to a registered sex offender OR a recently released murderer?
    I think it might depend... like if the murderer had killed his brother in a fit of passion, that would be different than if he went around killing tiny girls and making tiny coats out of their skins. And if the sex offender only molested small boys, then I would be safe, as long as he didn't mistake me for a small boy. I guess I'll go with the sex offender because he's probably had to go through a lot of counseling and, well, if he attacked me, at least I wouldn't be dead.
  4. always talk like your nose is stuffed up OR talk with a lisp?
    Lisps are kind of cute.

srah | 1:28 PM | TrackBack
Tags: memes

May 19, 2004

'You've been crying for 60 miles!'

The greatest comic genius of our time has passed away, leaving behind his wife and two children under ten.

WHY? Why do the good have to die so young?

I only wish that I had blogged more about him when he was alive, so that he might Google himself and know that he was loved...

srah | 8:55 AM | Comments (7) | TrackBack
Tags: discovered

May 18, 2004

I'm a-ight

My job at my internship is remarkably ill-defined. I am a "web development intern," but the boundaries of that job are pretty much up to my own interpretation. Lately I've been trying to define my job and set limits as to what I can and can't do and what I can and can't learn over the course of the summer.

It's hard for me when someone wants me to do something that I can't do, because one of my strongest drives is the need to please. I don't want to disappoint anyone by telling them that I can't do something. I don't want to admit to myself that I can't do something.

The problem is, lots of the duties that would normally be expected of a "web development intern" are not within my range. I don't know anything about ASP or server-side includes or how to configure a web server or graphic design or anything. I can carry out a competitive analysis. I can do a mean site restructuring. Just don't ask me to build anything complicated or particularly eye-catching.

There are skills I bring to this organization, I'm just not sure that they're skills that will be particularly valued by the organization, especially by those who expect me to be a normal "web development intern" instead of an HCI person.

Mostly, I guess, I just want to do a good job at what I can do and to have Randy Jackson to come to my organization and say, "Yo. Yo. Yo, dogg. Yo, dogg. I was really feeling you this summer. You made that job your own."

srah | 10:20 PM | TrackBack
Tags: internship, the abbey, work

May 17, 2004

In other news, I have no money

"You betta buy it."

"Oh, it's already been BOUGHTEN!"

Is it insane that the same system would have cost about $50 more to buy with a U-M student discount? Maybe I'm broken and don't know how to apply discounts correctly. Who cares? Who cares? It's mine, all mine and baby is due on the 25th. Ten fingers! Ten toes! It's the freakiest computer ever! P'raps we'll have to have a Name the Baby contest...

Proud laptop owner! I am finally catching up with the twentieth century!

srah | 9:55 PM | TrackBack
Tags: technology

Make of my head one head

"I'm just a girl who cain't say 'no'
I'm in a terrible fix!
I always say 'Come on, let's go' just when I aughta say 'Nix.'"
- Oklahoma

"As long as he needs me...
I know where I must be."
- Oliver!

And therefore... I will be at work 8-8:30 am tomorrow, before driving to the job I'm really supposed to be at tomorrow. I grew up on musicals... and I suspect I've grown into one.

Half of me appreciates being needed, and the other half pleads with the first half to get a spine.

srah | 2:28 PM | TrackBack
Tags: work


Somewhere in my dream last night, I ran into Donald Rumsfield and felt obliged to be nice to him. When I first saw him, I made a face, but then when he called me out on it, I made up some garbage about how I didn't agree with his politics, but I thought he was a pretty nice guy and I wouldn't hold it against him.

I am such a wuss.

I've only been retaining bits and pieces and impressions from dreams in the past few days...

srah | 9:46 AM | TrackBack
Tags: dream

May 16, 2004

Unconscious Mutterings

Look into the depths of my subconscious... it's scary in there.

srah | 12:50 AM | TrackBack
Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

May 15, 2004


I held out as long as I could, but it's in my head now and you all must enjoy it as much as I do:

Banana Phone!

[via swirlspice]

srah | 9:25 PM | TrackBack
Tags: discovered

My parents are always making me stick around to help with the moisture harvest, too...

I'm still shopping for a laptop, but also checking out accessories and digital cameras because I am under the mistaken impression that I am made of money*. It occurs to me that to take my new baby to France with me, I will need some kind of equipment in order to be able to plug it into European walls and not make it explode. Plug converters were easy enough to find at Best Buy, but I think I may have to shop around a bit for a thingy to convert the power.

Or maybe I don't really need to shop around, but I just like to refer to every place I look for power converters as the "Taaaaaaaaaaashi Staaaaaaaaaaaaation."

* In fact, I am made of milk chocolate with a candy shell and a delightful praline filling.

srah | 5:28 PM | TrackBack
Tags: star wars

May 13, 2004

Short post from work...

I'm funna gonna make myself another cup of hot chocolate and start fashioning myself a coat from old website printouts. I hate air-conditioning!

srah | 2:56 PM | TrackBack
Tags: work

May 12, 2004


I dreamt that I had to take all of my old orientation group from Albion to Meijer at the beginning of a new school year. It was lame that I had to do orientation or take them to Meijer, because they've all been here three years and know what they're doing. They were also shipped off to Meijer before they had a chance to drop off their luggage, so we had to lug it through the store.

Then I was walking down the street with my dad when this car drove up with "Blogger" written on it. I pointed it out to my dad and the guy inside thought I was waving so he stopped, but then realized he didn't know me as I said something like "No, I... I don't... I love blogs. I blog! I want to... I love Blogger!"

So he thought I was a crazy person. My dad and I sat down at a picnic table to eat sandwiches and more people arrived and they ended up having an interview right at our picnic table. The Korean interviewer would ask the Blogger representative a question, his translator would translate, and she would respond. There were such zingers as "Our president uses a different software to blog. What do you think of that?"

I was rudely awakened by someone demanding that I tight-roll some jeans. I wish that had been another dream, because it sounds like it, but it's 80s day at Señorita C's high school.

srah | 8:15 AM | Comments (18) | TrackBack
Tags: dream

May 10, 2004

(Beverage) supplies attack!

Why the hell am I getting a package from Google? I wonder. Do I know someone who works there? Are they still sending me presents to make up for discontinuing Blogger Pro?

*open open*

"Thank you for applying to Google's summer engineering intern program. We received over 2000 applications for about 75 positions, and unfortunately we were unable to accept several excellent candidates such as yourself. Thank you for your interest in Google and please keep us in mind for future intern and full-time employment opportunities.

Please accept this gift of appreciation for considering Google, and have a great summer!

Google University Programs Team"

free Nalgene bottle! (mine is smaller and has white letters, tho'...)

srah | 6:03 PM | TrackBack
Tags: job search

Curse you, Gordon E. Moore!

I don't like to make decisions. I like to consider other people's stronger opinions. I like to consider all of my options for a long time before settling on one. I like it when I take so long considering options that the decision is made for me. If I am rushed to make a decision, I will inevitably choose the stupidest option possible because I feel rushed and I panic.

An example: I was in a three-person project group this semester. I had about half an hour and couldn't decide whether to try to grab something to eat before my meeting, so I called one group member to see if he'd eaten. He told me that he'd had a sandwich but he'd be willing to eat more if we wanted to get pizza, so it was up to me. I said I would call and ask the third member, but the one I was talking to told me that he was in class. I had to decide right then and there whether I would get something and then go to the meeting or wait until the meeting and get something with the group. So I went and bought a sandwich, but had forgotten that I was going to have to wait for the bus, ride the bus and drive to my group member's house, so there would be nowhere to eat the messy sandwich. And they took forever to make the sandwich in the first place. And so I was late and messy and barely got to eat any of the sandwich and everyone ended up hungry.

Uh, not that I'm dwelling on this one minor decision that I made months ago or anything...

Well, now the time has come to buy a laptop. Actually, that time came last summer, but somehow I've managed to put it off until now. And now I will definitely need one so that I can actually do work in France. I must buy a laptop, and I should do it, oh, about last week or so. Printouts from and and advertisments from Best Buy and Circuit City are sitting in piles in my room as I weigh the advantages and disadvantages of each model and decide that I am lacking some vital information or vital money that will push me towards one model or another.

Computers are especially difficult because I know that the day after I buy a laptop, a new chip will hit the market that turns laptops into featherlight pocket-sized teleportation devices that wash the dog and make you hot chocolate and I will kick myself for "rushing" into a decision.

(All of this said, I will not tolerate indecision in other people. If you have no opinion, you don't make my decisions any easier and we will mull things over for hours and never accomplish anything. Maybe I need to incorporate the Veto Game into my everyday life...)

srah | 12:13 PM | TrackBack
Tags: srah, technology

'Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connait point.'

I read A Swiftly Tilting Planet this weekend and decided that Peter Jackson really ought to get in on the Wrinkle in Time action - that the Wrinkle in Time series deserved the same treatment as The Lord of the Rings and that he could probably do it.

All through the Harry Potter Extravaganza last night (Sorcerer's Stone plus deleted scenes plus previews from Prisoner of Azkaban) they showed previews for a made-for-TV Disney miniseries of A Wrinkle in Time that airs on ABC tonight.

Calvin doesn't have red hair. Mrs Murry isn't beautiful enough. Sandy and Dennys have disappeared. I just know that Charles Wallace is going to sound like a normal 5-year-old and be called "Charles." They're going to mess it up. It's going to be rubbish. It's going to be Disneyfied crap. I'm going to watch it.

srah | 9:01 AM | TrackBack
Tags: a swiftly tilting planet, a wrinkle in time, books, movies

May 9, 2004

Excuses, excuses

I've been doing a lot of working and trying to look like a Model Employee, which means Not Blogging From Work. Alas, I don't have much of a life beyond my jobs, because I often just come home and fall face-first onto the couch.

If anyone would like to buy me a laptop so that I can blog from the couch, I will not be averse. In the meantime, I'm shopping for one.

I feel like I've had a few things to blog about recently but haven't been able to write anything worthwhile about it. So... there may be posts coming soonish if I can get my act together.

srah | 10:58 AM | TrackBack

Unconscious Mutterings

I am so happy that I got to use #8... Voici mes 'free associations'.

srah | 10:48 AM | Comments (1) | TrackBack
Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings


I'm having trouble distinguishing dreams from reality lately. I was awoken yesterday by a human voice saying "beep" and I don't know if it was something that happened in my dream or if someone really beeped at me.

I dreamt that MaTT said he was going to call me between 6 and 7, emailed him about the dream but thought he'd already left for home, then freaked out when he called me at 6:45. Apparently he had actually read the email before he left.

Now I think I dreamt that I got a mix CD in the mail from Krista. I hope I dreamt it, because otherwise I put it somewhere and have no idea where it is.

srah | 10:42 AM | TrackBack
Tags: dream

May 7, 2004


I dreamt last night that I was at my middle school and I had to wait around for something among all the middle-schoolers and I was annoyed because they weren't respecting my authori-tye. Then there was, like, a tidal wave and suddenly the edge of the sidewalk was now the edge of the Atlantic Ocean or something.

Next I was in France and decided to go for a walk, then turned that walk into a run because I could run quickly and for a long time if I didn't pick my feet very far off the ground, but then I got self-conscious and started walking again. I probably shouldn't have been running anyway, because I was wearing boots. I had the opportunity to go to La Montagne des Singes but I decided to go to the gas station instead. I was going to buy Junior Mints but they looked like they'd been there for years, so I didn't buy anything. There were stands all around selling carnival food like hot dogs and caramel corn and then I got caught in the middle of a really pathetic, crappy parade where someone threw a horrible cinnamon candy at my head and one guy made me run up ahead of his group so that I could take a digital photo of him.

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Tags: dream

May 6, 2004

Har har

I was going to blog about how I'm indecisive, but now I'm not sure if I want to or not.

srah | 1:07 PM | TrackBack


On the way to work this morning, I picked myself up some sushi for lunch. The sushi place where I went serves eleven-piece sushi boxes. Why eleven? Not ten, not quite a dozen. Is eleven a lucky number in Japan? It's made even weirder by the fact that most of their sushi boxes are labeled as 1/2 and 1/2... or, you know, 5 avocado and 6 crab.

In a restaurant, I always feel compelled to eat with chopsticks and make a mess of myself. Luckily no one is in my little desk-pool at work today, so I am able to pick the rolls up with my fingers, plop them around in wasabi/soy sauce and nibble away at them for a while.

srah | 12:59 PM | TrackBack
Tags: food

May 4, 2004

Not that this would happen

If, hypothetically, I were to be driving 80mph on the way to, say, work or something, I bet that it would really piss me off if people hypothetically passed me in the right lane.

srah | 10:17 AM | TrackBack

May 2, 2004

To ponder

When we were out last night, it was proposed that you can't really get over an ex-boyfriend or girlfriend unless you hate them. Some of us disagreed and it was suggested that maybe this is a male-only phenomenon - that girls are able to be over people without hating them, but men are only over someone if they do hate them.

What do you think?

srah | 2:10 PM | TrackBack
Tags: boys

Fancied up and steppin' out

As I'd stayed up past 3am the night before, chatting with Wadsworth and Colonel Mus-tard, I was delighted that I actually managed to sleep in on Saturday. I didn't wake up until 11 or so, and had no real plans for the day, other than a graduation party for a co-worker in the afternoon.

Some time around noon, Robin called and said that she and her sister were going to get makeovers at the mall and that they had an extra spot so I was coming along. I hemmed and hawed but couldn't find a good reason not to do it, so I agreed if she would go to the graduation party with me.

Unfortunately, I then poked around on the computer for so long that when I realized what time it was, I had to rush to get ready. I ran and took a quick shower, got dressed, dried my hair and drove to Robin's. On the way, I felt like something was wrong. My hair felt funny - sort of heavy, like I'd put too many products in it. Then when I thought further, I couldn't remember putting any products in it. In fact, I couldn't remember washing it. Somehow I had managed to take a shower and forget to wash my hair. WHO TAKES A SHOWER AND FORGETS TO WASH THEIR HAIR?

Anyway, we went to Marshall Fields' Christian Dior counter, where they were doing free makeovers by appointment. We were asked if we were going to Prom, because apparently most of the people getting makeovers were there for that. Sigh. No, I am only about seven years too old for Prom, thank you. Robin told the woman that we weren't going anywhere special and I don't wear makeup, so she should do something subtle and natural.

The woman really liked my eyelashes. She and the other makeup ladies stared and oohed and aaahed and coveted them. I think she felt, somehow, that these lashes were wasted on someone who does not wear makeup, so she decided to sabotage them. I have perfectly lovely eyelashes normally, but by putting 40 coats of heavy-drama mascara on, she was able to clump them together so that I had about three eyelashes for each eye. I suppose I should be glad Robin told her to do something natural, or it would have been 50 coats.

Thankfully Robin and I were able to brush them out with some eye makeup remover and a mascara wand. And other than that, my makeup was pretty fine. It took way too much time and effort and felt too artificial to do all the time, but it was pretty interesting to see what could be done to my face. It was a shame that I had managed to FORGET TO WASH MY HAIR because I was way too conscious of that to really appreciate the makeup.

We returned to my house after the makeovers and I changed into something dressy for the party and put my hair up so that I could ignore the fact that I had FORGOTTEN TO WASH IT. Once I was all dressed up and no longer thinking about my stupid UNWASHED HAIR, I felt a lot better.

We went to Taco Bell to get something to eat before hitting the road. Sitting there in the drive-thru it struck me: I didn't really want to go to this graduation party. I didn't want to drive all that distance in the rain and traffic for the party of someone I don't even know that well.

So instead, Robin and I decided that we needed to show off our faces and go to the bar. We met up with her sister and brother-in-law at Conor's, then went to the Full Moon because we were too lazy/ill-shod to walk to Ashley's and too drunk to drive there. All in all, no one besides waiters and family members looked at us, so our faces were probably not used to their full advantage.

When I came home to remove the makeup, I used at least eight cotton balls, which was freakily excessive to me. I don't usually use more than lipstick and mascara, so I have no idea what's normal, but I have to believe that isn't.

srah | 2:08 PM | TrackBack
Tags: makeup

'Husbands should be like Kleenex: soft, strong and disposable'

We managed to initiate at least three new people to the Cult of Clue on Friday, when we had a Clue party complete with costumed attendees. The party was, for some inexplicable reason, hosted by Mrs White. In attendance were Colonel Mustard, The Motorist, Mme Rose, Mrs Peacock, Wadsworth (Rachel), Miss Scarlet (Allison) and Mr Green.

We watched the movie, during which Colonel Mustard was killed with the Brass Monkey in the Family Room for mumbling along with the entire movie. Then we played Clue Master Detective, where Mme Rose uncovered the dastardly plot, and we ate s'mores which had no connection to the movie other than this: s'mores are good.

srah | 2:02 PM | TrackBack
Tags: clue, movies, party

Unconscious Mutterings

I feel like we're starting to get back up to my normal level of insanity and inanity...

srah | 10:26 AM | TrackBack
Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

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