nothing you care about, I'm sure

I get really picky about my Top 25 Most Played. I'm not sure how long ago this happened, but apparently the top 25 are no longer Krang's giggle from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (161 plays) followed by 24 Värttinä songs. Somehow the Bulgarian chicks got in there (all the way to #11, somehow) and then, thanks to the younger bro, Metallica got its filthy little white boy hands to spot #24.

something must be done. It is time for some infinite repeat.

Mom Attacks

While emptying out my pockets in a rush this morning, I inadvertently put three coins on a piece of paper on a table.

When I came home, it was to this:



thanks, Mom.

tick tick tick

The McClintock effect, also known as menstrual synchrony or the dormitory effect, is a theory that proposes that the menstrual cycles of women who live together (such as in prisons, convents, bordellos, or dormitories) tend to become synchronized over time. -Wikipedia

The thing about my particular Singles Ward is that most people are in their late 20s-early 30s, so those are the people I hang out with at church, because I'm old and don't trust anyone under 50. (KIDDING. Sometimes.)

And the thing about Mormon women over 25 is that their biological clocks seem to start ticking a lot louder a lot sooner. Whatever, I'm not 20 for another 8 months, so it's all the same to me.

But I think that my biological clock is trying to synchronize to those of the people around me. I'm not getting any younger, here.

cough cough cough

I hate that I have become one of those people on the bus who takes the free Examiner, removes the Sudoku/crossword section, and then leaves the rest two seats away like I didn't.

Also, I have that cough that makes it sound like I probably also have active TB and that keeps everyone away from me pretty well. And my jacket is big and kind of needs to be washed.

If my high school freshman self rode on a bus with me now, I would probably make her nervous.

P.S. my LOST countdown widget makes me sad :(

finals and finales

let's take a look at this week so far:

monday morning: discovered that I might be a closet Britney fan.
monday: totally thought that guy was going to shoot me in the sanctity of my own office.
monday night: locked self in bathroom in order to finish paper due on tuesday, in the hopes that being away from anywhere comfortable would help me sleep.
tuesday morning, approx. 1:00: cat wants to come into bathroom, does, runs around in little circles, drools on laptop's 'z' key.
tuesday morning, 6:20: apparently my alarm went off and, instead of hitting the snooze, I turned it off, and THEN I somehow changed the display theme? and then I reset the alarm for 6:30.
tuesday morning, 6:30: turned off the alarm and switched the display theme back.
tuesday morning, 6:35: awakened by mother.

I don't really want to look at that paper again, but I should probably double check it.

things I learned last night:
1. if you place a magnet next to a beehive in the making, it will be built in a cylindrical shape found nowhere in nature.
2. once cats figure out that knocking stuff off your furniture bothers you, they will use it as a threat.
3. pretty sure that Nestor Carbonell actually hasn't aged since at least 1996. Richard Alpert was clearly typecast.



it's okay, Richard. we love you.

and coming up:
today: test
wednesday: paper, test, LOST SEASON FINALE
thursday: actually watch said LOST finale
sometime before monday: write 10-page research paper

do you know what, though? nothing feels quite as familiar and delightful as extreme sleep deprivation at the beginning of the week. OH how I've missed this.

unbe-weave-able

So I'm watching part of the America's Next Top Model True Hollywood Story, which is intense and awesome, and FUN FACT. Remember this moment?:



Well. The REASON she SURVIVED (there's a very, very audible crack when her head hits the ground) is that she was PADDED BY HER WEAVE.

BY HER WEAVE.

Excuse me, I have to get one of those. Now.

WebMD isn't good for me

Today, it told me I needed to seek prompt medical attention.

INTERVENTION PLZ

Rest In Peace, Bea Arthur

you were the best.