my god why won't all these dogs shut up

I'm home and there are SO MANY ANIMALS. COME TO ME MY JUNGLE FRIENDS.

You know what sucks about being happy in my life? I don't really have a lot to say. I can understand why some really really creative people stay depressed and in the depths of despair all the time--you always have something to get off your chest, something to say, you're always trying to make something or create something in hopes of being able to fill that hole in yourself. But on the flipside, when there is no longer a hole, you sort of miss that energy. Its like an energy that you have to get rid of or it will destroy you. So you make things and say things to set it free.

What I'm saying is that this is why I haven't blogged so much lately. Also I've been pretty busy--having your shit together all the time is exhausting and time-consuming, and definitely not a state of being to which I am naturally inclined. But now I'm home, so I can happily regress back to being 17 again and not having to pay for food or general living for the next two weeks. I love this place.

Can't wait to:

*have breakfast at stax
*have xmas dinner with my ladies
*drive around a lot
*see my charleston buddies
*go up to table rock

probably some other stuff too.

Painful Life Lesson Number 3

In school, as in life, if at first you don't succeed, try try again.

so this year, after a lifetime of basically no interest whatsoever in sports of any kind, i have been watching sports. i don't know why, i'm not dating someone who's a sports fanatic or anything, it's just been happening. and i don't even feel like im necessarily more interested in sports, either. i think it's the same concept that keeps people watching "days of our lives"--once you are invested in the characters, there's some mysterious force that keeps you checking in on them, even if the story is sort of boring and the same stuff happens over and over again.

this is a roundabout way of explaining why i am going to post a picture of giants pitcher tim lincecum.



OMG LOOK HOW CUTE. i love this guy because, for the first time that i can remember in my entire life, there is a baseball superstar that doesn't seem like he's a hundred years old to me. this has always seemed to me like a sport dominated by older, vaguely out of shape dudes who look like they could be, if not my dad, then definitely my uncle or older, unattractive cousin who does construction for a living and smokes tons of weed.

but finally, we have this guy...not really a prodigy because he is actually twenty six, but still really talented and young LOOKING. its so nice.

i've also been following the gamecocks, and although we are having a great season my parade is always rained on by the fact that the oregon ducks are currently ranked number one in the country. wtf ever, that's a really gay mascot oregon. like donald duck in packer colors

1, 2, 3, 4, chickens just back from the shore

This brings me so much joy.

yay im getting my life back!

Just had a flashback to one night that I spent in my apartment in Claire Tower in Columbia during my last few months there. In my apartment I had the most ballin view of the statehouse ever, and there was an insane electrical storm going on outside. So since I couldn't sleep, I switched off the lights, turned on Cat Power (The Greatest, if anyone cares) and watched the storm for like an hour. It was one of those unplanned life moments that people like Zach Braff put in movies, and that you always reach for but can never really intentionally replicate.

I thought of this because I am officially moving in with myself again in two weeks, after three and a half long years of roommates and forced socialization. I will be doing the following things after this happens:

1. Leaving the Food Network on in the background at all times, no matter what I am doing. Except when Emeril or Guy Fieri or Tyler Florence come on with some boring grilling bullshit, during which time I will switch it to Discovery Health or maybe A&E or something.

2. Did I mention I get free satellite???!?!?

3. Keeping alcoholic beverages stocked in my fridge, as well as wine in the kitchen. Right now everyone I live with thinks that anyone who leaves alcohol in the fridge must have bought it for everyone, but if not I'll give you a couple of bucks to buy some more, ok? Yeah, I can't crack open a couple of bucks at the end of a long day, asshole. Quit stealing my beer.

4. Buying organic food. And cooking. I used to do this when I lived alone. But now the fridge is so gross from 5 people's worth of old groceries that need to be thrown out, I can't even bear to eat at home. Here's to homemade shrimp and grits, hooray!!!

5. Walking around naked/in my underwear. Not because I'm so liberated and sexy that I can't stand wearing clothes. Because when I get home, I want to take off my clothes, and leave them off till I am forced to put them back on tomorrow. Everyone does this, but I haven't been able to for a few years, because I've been living with guys and am not that kind of gal (tee hee!).

6. Subscribing to Real Simple. I'm signing a 13 month lease. I finally have the guts to commit to a magazine subscription.

7. Buy a couch. Look at me, making commitments all over the place!! I already have a bed and desk too!

the most passive aggressive thing i have ever done.

Last night my roommate decided that even though I had requested quiet hours after 10pm, he was going to sit upstairs on the stupid fucking organ that he found on the side of the road somewhere and make noises like there was a cat walking back and forth on it. For two hours. So until midnight.
So this afternoon I came home hungry, noticed that he had just bought a huge container of mixed nuts, and stood at the kitchen counter eating EVERY SINGLE CASHEW out of the container. I feel so triumphant right now. And full.

so yeah that happened (aka Painful Life Lesson Number 2)

Remember that time my spinal anatomy professor handed me a halfway dissected severed head in a brownie pan today without any warning whatsoever?

The context of this is that we were in lab examining prosected spinal vertebrae, and this particular example was supposed to display the vertebrae connecting to the skull. Which is fine. Except that he might have said something, a little warning perhaps. And maybe removed the face from the head for those of us out there who haven't yet adjusted to the fact that our lives are going to be playing out like an educational version of Saw for the next several years.