look at that, two strawberry blondes

in my ever so timely fashion, here is a Top Nine Things I Did About a Month Ago list, during the great sisterly reunion of 2009:

1. played cricket in celebration of Australia Day; stopped when i hit the ball over the fence; hung head in shame
2. went to the opera, which was excellent
3. visited NASA; found out they do not have a zero gravity room; was disappointed
4. went to the zoo; stopped growling at the millions of small children long enough to stare at the elephants

5. used my six-year-old umass ID to get in to howl at the moon, the dueling piano bar, without paying cover; requested Sweet Caroline and Crocodile Rock; sang obnoxiously along to both
6. ate entirely too much food
7. made the mistake of bringing morgan, the most sensitive of all bleeding hearts, to the mouse room at work to see all the babies i would eventually kill; gave a rambling speech about necessary evils, penicillin, cancer, etc. to no avail
8. met someone who calls himself Big Joe at the bus stop, who took time out from his breakfast of Olde English in a tall can to tell the two of us we were very pretty (i'm paraphrasing)
9. spontaneously decided to cook two lobsters; named them lawrence and leonard on the way home; housed them in a pot of water in my sink until dinnertime; shrieked when one tried to make a break for it; reenacted Annie Hall

this would have been a top ten but it was all so long ago that my alzheimer's has done away with the last one.

backscratch

found out last week i'm 'immunocompromised'. no, that does not mean the hiv. it means i am itchy, and hurty, and it is driving me insane.

are there people you can hire to scratch your back on command? there should be.

cinema

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they're remaking last house on the left? whyyyyy? the original is so terrible it's awesome.

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new movie about whitey bulger, possibly involving matt. daaamon. and daniel day lewis, sigh. so basically, the departed 2: hotter and irish-er.

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i'm still mad i wasted two hours of my life on he's just not that into you. i would rather have spent it doing so many other things, like braiding a rope to hang myself with should i ever have to see this shite again. am i overdramatic? hardly.

that's a word?

you stay classy, san diego.

another prolonged absence. my excuse is legit though, as this guy and i have been spending a lot of quality time together. (sidenote: i loathe my camera.) in the words of a 15-year-old, last week i was all, 'rice is never gonna call me, i should return these music history books to the library', and then the next day rice was all, 'hey we want you to come in for an interview and take a bunch of exams', and then i was all, 'oh shite'. so i pretty much moved into my own little carrel at the library for the week. it was enjoyable in a strange sort of way, and a little bit sad too, because i realized how far away i've gotten from the things that i like. those things do not include, however, medieval chant and baroque church music. bah.