happy monday

Because of PostSecret I was forced to find a binary code converter online and have been geeking out to it all morning. I love my "job".

I went out on a boat this Saturday with some new friends that I've made from dance and stuff, and got a glimpse of my future life as a single among marrieds. And to tell you the truth, it wasn't bad at all. The crowd was me, two married couples, one engaged couple, and one single guy. Which sounds like a total setup but wasn't. Anyway, it was fun. I'm sure the dynamic will shift considerably when everyone starts having kids, but I figure I've got another few years until that happens.

In other news Marj's wedding is this weekend and holy mother I cannot wait. Even though my dress is awful. Even though I am really broke and am going to have to put all wedding prep expenses on my credit card. Even though I have to go to Columbia. None of that matters when you are about to partake in the event of the century.

Ok I'm out of news. The end.

Oh, and PS:
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evidently i am a tween now

I'm feeling resentful of Hollywood, because I think I have reached the age where a lot of the current male heartthrobs are uncomfortably younger than me. Case in point--Taylor Lautner from the twilight movies. He is insanely hot and exotic looking, and is currently living on the background of my work computer. He was also born in 1992, which makes him 17, as well as one year younger than my youngest brother Thomas. In my defense, however, what the hell are women in their mid twenties supposed to do? Our heartthrobs were fucking Frodo and the fat kid from Rudy. Anyway, the conclusion I've come to is that if Billy Joel can marry a 27 year old, I should be able to stare at pictures of this kid, so here he is.



Now look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn't hit that.

I am so thrilled about this

gay cake!

I am dying to make this cake.




Also, I am dying for the mess that results from the making of this cake to look like this.



So that's my culinary goal over the next few days. My culinary goal used to be this recipe that I tore out of gourmet magazine (something about red peppers stuffed with pearl couscous), but when I actually got to the grocery store, the list of ingredients suddenly began to look looming and ponderous, so I changed my mind and got sushi instead.

memories from like 10 days ago

Highlights of my trip up north:

-Taliesin, Frank Lloyd Wright's home. Which also functions as a sort of nursing home for his aging former students. Weird.

-When I saw a deer while I was running near my great aunt's house. It didn't really seem surprised to see me, and actually sort of stared at me as I jogged within about 5 feet of it so I suspect it was in fact not technically wild, but it was cool nonetheless.

-The 550 piece glow-in-the-dark wizard puzzle that I bought for a dollar at an antique store and only managed to complete halfway. That shit was HARD.

-Cheese curds, cheese fondue, cheese fudge, string cheese, etc

-And last but probably most awesome--Michael Jackson's childhood home in Gary Indiana. The best part was when I was staring at the t-shirt tent thinking "what kind of goddamn idiot would even consider paying $15 for these shitty shirts," and then my mom came up behind me and was like "do you have any cash?" In retrospect, I am grateful she asked because my t-shirt is AMAZING.