thought overload....be warned.

a blog.
what is the purpose of a blog?
to write down thoughts.
to disucss....things.
to stay in touch with people.
to vent.
to communicate absract thoughts on screen that do not make sense in my head.
to waste time.
to avoid homework.
to write.
to be honest.
these are all good things.



moving along.

guilty pleasure: the office. need I say more.
i can't stop watching it.
ahg. consuming my life...ridiculous...and I hate tv...except for cooking and home improvement shows...and the office...
i can't help myself.
it's nothing short of brilliant.
leave it to the british to think of it first.

my favorite part: no audience. i hate other television series with a background audience that laughs everytime something is supposed to be funny.
i can chose when to laugh.
and when not to.
(i love how i feel no obligation to abide by any sort of grammar rules on here....fragmetns abound)



my mom and grannie brought over "big mamma" tonight.
"Big Mamma" is a big white christmas tree that i got from a charity at work last year.
she's about eight feet tall...fluffy...sparkly...begging for chirstmas cheer. huh. love it.

i have been pretty bitter about the holiday madness...but something over the weekend kind of nudged that christmas spirit out of hiding and let's just say i'm a little excited.
just a wee bit.

i can't wait to decorate the tree.
i think the roommates and i are going to have a little celebration.
bake some cookies, play some cheesey christmas music (hanson maybe?) and
decorate the tree.
so it's white...right?
and i bought these really cool retro ornaments last year...all different colors...bright...fun.
yeah...can't wait.

i applied for the english department job...but haven't heard anything back yet.
also got my schedule for old navy next week....bluh. after thanksgiving day shoppers are the worst. yuck.

tomorrow is monday.
today is sunday.

someone once said that she didn't feel like she was the person her heart wanted to be.
i feel like that all the time.

i'm so sick of bg.
so sick of this place.
i want to move far away and grow.
far away.
i never thought i would feel like that.
but it's there.
this nagging...insistent...tug to leave.

i need some more pictures for this thing.
add some aesthetic punch. :)