30 July 2008

i like this


28 July 2008

where's summer b

the theme of last week's visit home was eating, drinking, and self-photo-taking.

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in roughly the above order, i: celebrated my sister's 21st birthday at mission bar, went to herrell's, had east side pizza, went to judie's, went to faces, hiked the trail to bash bish falls, visited with my grandmother, stopped in great barrington, had more wine, and hung out with my sister (who i hadn't seen in eleven months).

it was a strange feeling to be back, sort of like phantom limb; familiar but still not quite right. (i'm just guessing at that, my appendages are all intact.)

but i'm really happy to be back in houston. i've had something going on every night this past week, and i like that. i also managed to go to ECT while i was home, which was equal parts really good and really hard, but helped me make the decision to take the GRE in october. so hooray for that. expect to start reading entries containing words like "inchoate" and "neologism".

23 July 2008

controversy

back in slamherst, i spent a large amount of time in delano's. i also spent probably an equal amount of time discussing its proper pronunciation.


DELano's vs. delANo's. don't get me started.

now i think we have a similar situation: there's a bar not far from my house that i'm quite fond of. but is it mcELroy's or MACKelroy's? discuss.

22 July 2008

home again

i am back. dave says massachusetts has made me mean and violent. (because i threatened to tackle him! sheesh.) i think it's just residual frustration from missing my connecting flight, getting on the next plane, buckling up, then being asked to get off. that or over-caffeination, because i really did go to dunkin donuts every day.

i know i talk about dunks a lot, but i never realized why until i thought about how integral to my life it was back home. for example:
- i broke up with my ex-boyfriend at the one on tyler street. (it wasn't an out-of-the-blue sort of thing, lest you think i am in fact that cruel. afterwards i didn't really like going there anymore.)
- there was a DD right across the street from the doctor's office where i worked in the summer, and sometimes coffee was the only thing propelling me through another afternoon of screaming into some elderly man's ear "what's your date of birth? your DATE OF BIRTH? yes, i am going to stick this needle in your arm."
- andie and i somehow managed to sneak coffee coolattas into the movie theater in our bags without making a mess.
- andie and i also spent every thursday morning there for a semester to recover from organic chem lab. and gossip.
- it was my first step towards becoming fluent in engrish. (working in science has now made that dream come true.)

there are a lot of pictures from my trip, but seeing as i just got home from the dentist and due to novocaine there are now a few striking similarities between me and an english bulldog, i'm going to save them for later.

10 July 2008

good morning

dear Kellogg's Smart Start Healthy Heart,

how much healthier will my heart really be if i have to eat a double chocolate frosted donut after every bowl to get the soggy-wood-chips-disguised-as-bran-flakes taste out of my mouth?

sincerely,
brooke

07 July 2008

hey it's july

today is a little better than most mondays, because long weekends sort of make me enjoy coming back to work, and also because on thursday i am flying back to the slightly-less-humid embrace of new england. one thing i especially like about traveling anywhere is making lists; stuff to do (hiking at bash bish falls, dunkin donuts coffee EVERY DAY), stuff to bring for the family (tortillas for morgan, beignet mix), stuff to bring home (red sox foam hand).

this weekend was very enjoyable. let me tell you why:

- the fourth of july party at the new townhouse was a success. i haven't seen that many jello shots since college.

- not to brag or anything, but there was a live band playing a special show in the dining room, complete with their own rendition of 'america, fuck yeah'. (maybe i'm bragging just a little.)

- under the direction of dj kid slyce, i spent a while manning the turntable. i'm getting better, but i still need my own so i can practice. and i apologize to anyone who had to hear 'draped up and dripped out' approximately four times in the course of the night.

- saturday dave took me out for dinner at nelore, a brazilian restaurant where the waiters bring different kinds of meat to your table on swords. clearly it was awesome, and afterwards i fell into a coma i was so full.

sidenote: the previous entry was not meant to imply that i'm now dressing in the standard b-boy style (to use the parlance of our time), however much i'd like to be a dj. i've been getting a bit more.. attention lately at work, and sometimes an enormous t-shirt seems like the best way to avoid it. maybe i should karate chop people instead.