How?

I seem to have become a card carrying member of the ACLU. When did that happen? I wonder what else i've become a member of! Greenpeace? Amnesty International? PETA?!

Maybe i'm a vegan now!

Because Meat is Murder. Tasty tasty murder.

Sorry Dad!

For many years my father has gotten on my case for making all the cups in the house vanish. Apparently they end up in my room, car, bathroom, and randomly spread across the living areas. So, when he would shake his head at me and voice his disapproval i of course would have to go on the defensive because its just a cup and seriously what is the big deal of having maaaybe 2 cups dirty at any given time. I was convinced that he was just exaggerating and looking to pick a fight with me.

There are 6 cups in my bedroom with different levels of water in them. Oh look glass 7 is in bed with me and sill has water in it.

Oops. My bad.

Lost Saturday

I've lost an entire day to a headache. I woke up this morning to a slight tightening around the eyes. No big deal. Got up and wandered to the shower and tried desperately to wash what was going to be a nasty nasty migraine away. Stepped out of the shower to realize in the space of 15 minutes the pain had traveled to the left side of my head. Fun. I walked downstairs, poured a bowl of cereal, popped a dangerous amount of Motrin, and then came back upstairs to crawl into bed. One of the best things i have found in graduating to a bigger bed (spent 24 years in a twin and now ive got a full) is the amount of random crap this bed will hold and still leave enough room for me to sleep comfortably sprawled. Like at the moment i have a glass of water, a bowl of cereal, a personal dvd player, 2 books, and a laptop computer. Plus my phone, 2 pairs of pants, a sweatshirt, a coat, 3 pillows, 2 hats, 1 sheet, 1 blanket, 1 comforter, and a knife. All of this and me peacefully co-existing.

Sorta.

By 3pm the headache had turned me into a whimpering mess in my bed. Oh the pain. I could feel the veins in my temple and neck actually throbbing and i expended a good deal of energy into keeping so very still so as to not throw up. Ugh. I hate that feeling. I forget all the time that yes a person can actually feel that bad and stlll live to see the next hour. And when im all better and completely forget how horrific it is to feel like that it takes me by surprise all over again!

Its nearly 9pm and that bowl of cereal is mush. I feel slightly better.

Time for more motrin and to eat.

Uh oh. Glancing at my box of 46 bags of chips got a protest from my stomach.

Color Me Embarrassed

Did you know that the Red Sox are on Game 2 of the World Series tonight? I didn't. I didn't even know we had even made it into the World Series till i saw Kevin walking into the kitchen completely decked out in Red Sox gear. I ,oh so innocently, asked if there was a game tonight. He frequently has tickets to games and whatnot. He looked at me in complete and utter amazement and asked if i knew it was game 2 of the series.

"Er...no?"

He walked away shaking his head.

Oops. I own nothing that says Boston. Except for this cup! I supersized a McDonald's Value Meal just to get the Boston Red Sox cup so i can blend in a bit better.

Also!

Another thing i have failed to mention! On friday I received a rather large box. In it? A case of my favorite type of potato chips.
I've got a box of 60 bags of chips in my room. Well. Okay. More like 52...

Man i'm fat.

I Go Out Of My Way To Step On A Crunchy Leaf

I felt like having myself a little tea party this weekend so of course i found myself down by the harbour. And then i forgot the tea. I think, however, that i escaped a punishment most cruel by not littering because this seems to be what happens to rebellious folk these days.

That's right. They get TRAPPED IN BALLOONS and are FORCED to wear bright red tights and made to float alone upon the water.

Fall

I love this tree. It turns NEON PINK when the sun hits it just right.