la la la la!!!!

I take sudden, violent likings to songs. And whenever I hear a song I suddenly really like, I feel like shouting it in all caps in emails and/or instant messages/facebook status messages to everyone I know.

So, instead:

Vi sitter här i venten och spelar lite DotA!

best eaten with a little bit of lime

So. It's september, the end of. And it's 90 degrees out, at five in the evening. What. The. Hell. If we had gone out on the salt flats today, we would have been two very tasty salt, fried, indians.

I'm in the clear so far

Every time I send a text message to the Cuddliest Elephant, I am simply terrified that I accidentally sent it to someone else. I do not ever want to be in a situation where I have to explain "Aren't you the sweetest thing?"  to, for example, his little brother.

I think cafes are cute

Apparently, there is not a single coffee machine in this building. Does anyone else find this absurd? We need the most coffee! You know, for thinking?

On the other hand, there are cafes spilling out of every nook and cranny.

they are also horribly ugly

I need to get better at organizing my purse. Right now, every time I pull out my iPod, all my files of papers rise up and cascade out onto the floor, making everyone in my office laugh at me.

Why not a backpack? Well, that would be too practical. Also, that they shift my center of gravity so far back, so I am in constant danger of simply toppling over backwards.

white balance, hell yeah.

My camera gets here today!

Now I'm really excited about taking that walk on the salt flats, so I can take long lonely pictures of that strange red, watery landscape.

hello, are you a figment of my imagination?

What is it with the BART and seeing people you know are on the other side of the country? 

A few days ago I thought I saw The Rose, and today I sat in front of someone I could swear was The White Russian.

How much of it is wishful thinking, and how much of it is friends mysteriously appearing on the same train as me, and not bothering to call ahead?

I don't care if he was Michael Corleone

Ok, for the record, the Chef's pizza does not taste like cardboard. That honor now belongs to Papa John's whole wheat crust, which no amount of chilli flakes, cheese, or garlic sauce could disguise.

And while I'm complaining about things that are supposed to be good but aren't: what's up with Scarface? Why does everyone like that movie? We watched half of it and stopped because I felt like I was being sexually harassed by oily Cubans the whole time.

next time, we lie

If there was a book called, 'The art of getting people to give you free t-shirts', I would buy it. There was a whole box of them, I saw it, but it was being guarded. If only A and I had tried intimidation or lying (or actually going to the talk), we'd have been crowned heroines on our return, our arms full of free apparel. 

As it was, we came away with internship brochures, and those wonderful transparent pens that everyone seems to love once they get them. And two not-really-whiteboard markers, as a result of which the office whiteboard is now a greyboard.

rocks, trees, people

The camera still has sand in it (or at least I hope it's just sand). So why now, after 3 years of never using it, ever, am I itching to take photographs of everything?

purple and lacy, too

Only one thing in life is more embarassing than discovering you own bras several sizes too large for you, and this is having your friends discover this instead, in public.

seagulls vs. mountain lions

Beaches. Taken alone, they are less fun than mountains. Full of sand, and wet, and yuck, and seagulls trying to steal your sandwiches.

On the other hand, I cannot imagine that a hike party would be as much fun as a beach party. And there is no threat of mountain lions.

maybe I should try flashing him?

I finally figured out what annoys me about the Captain playing Halo! My living room becomes full of people that aren't really there, but somehow I'm the one who nobody can see, hear, or touch.

hey, it works, ok?

I have a very pressing need for new, good music, because the downside of storing your memories inside songs is that it's so easy to overwrite them simply by listening to them at the wrong time. Like right now - I think I forgot a whole morning last spring by accidentally listening to Icky Thump. Now it's going to remind me of going home on the BART instead. Psh. Who wants to remember that?

Skin. Hair. Mud.

How does the inside of a tiny, locked box locker get dusty ? Where does the dust come from?

It has only just occurred to me that perhaps I do not want to know.

yes, but not if you could fly

There is something to be said for hilliness - the presence of sudden, unexpected, soaring views.

But as J pointed out, this is perhaps negated by the presence of sudden, unexpected, soaring hills.

Proper posture is essential.

Half an hour of fidgeting, getting up, misplacing highlighters, having to go print things, selecting the appropriate music, and arranging the cushions and laptop just so - that's what it takes to start reading a scientific paper. 

Please, or I might forget

If you see a large, elderly lady wearing the exact same underwear as you in a locker room, what is the appropriate mental response?

"Why does she shop at American Eagle? "

"So, that's what they look like in XXL!"

"Lime green is not a mature color"

Remind me to get rid of all mine before I'm 50. 

At least I know now

The resident drinkmaster has discovered yet another way to waste my precious 3-4 standard  liver-bullying credits per week. Lemongrass vodka, muddled with cilantro. 

A restaurant did it, so it must be good, right?

Wrong. I am far too easily convinced. 

there's no law

Ok. Is is really such a horrible thing that I enjoyed watching 90210?

No wonder my purse gets so heavy

1. A good wallet
2. A nice pair of sunglasses
3. Water
4. A nice bag to carry it in
5. Shoes
6. A sandwich
7. Light clothing
8. Chapstick
9. Sunshine
10. Phone

Hmm. This was originally going to be just: "a good wallet is all you need to have a good day", but, in addition to making zero sense, it's clearly not true. 

why? i'm just lazy

Why is it so difficult to spend three quarters of an hour alone on a train with nothing to do? Perhaps it is because my iPod only has songs I don't like.

Yes, I think that's mostly it.

no, it can't be...

"Herbs, Spices, Aromatherapy."

Self-righteous little coffee shops

with polka-dot curtains and cane furniture.

The smell of Thai food

over the smell of homeless people.

Alleyways, Institutes,

earnest faces in sweatshirts,

and the dashing young riders of sportbikes.

But it is the bears, not the beavers,

so I must be in California