Jesusmotherfuckingbitchingroommate.
After spending three hours trying to cheer my roommate up with movies and cookie dough ice cream, she gets on the phone and starts bitching about her life.
Fuck.
You.
So now I will try and drown her whining out with Roman Holiday.
Audrey Hepburn can outclass that girl anyday. Blindfolded...On a bed of hot coals...Surounded with man-eating sharks...And spinach in her teeth.
I do not like being evil... but I can't help but fantasizing a trotsky-esque demise.
Until Later,
Sondra
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Saturday, August 27, 2005
Love it!
I FUCKING LOVE COLLEGE (university for canadians)!!!
Everything is amazing... except for the food. I had a strawberry that was crispy yesterday. That was not pleasant.
Everything else is going wonderfully. My room is all set up, and my roommate seems really cool. I still need to fix my schedule though... I'm only techically signed up for one class so far. Gotta fix that.
When I get more of a chance I'll blog later.
Until Later,
Sondra
Everything is amazing... except for the food. I had a strawberry that was crispy yesterday. That was not pleasant.
Everything else is going wonderfully. My room is all set up, and my roommate seems really cool. I still need to fix my schedule though... I'm only techically signed up for one class so far. Gotta fix that.
When I get more of a chance I'll blog later.
Until Later,
Sondra
Monday, August 22, 2005
I Heart Lists
Okay.
Right.
Let's see if I'm finished packing for school.
Right.
Computer? Check!
Sheets and Comforter? Check!
Practically every single article of clothing I own? Check!
Posters? Check, but totally looking for more on break or ordering some online.
CD's? Check! No! Not Check! Fuck, lost my CD player... well, I guess it's as good of time as any to start saving up for an iPod.
Phone? Check!
Alarm Clock? Check!
Makeup? Check!
Knitting? Check!
Books? Check!
Movies? Check!
Mug? Check!
Mini Fridge/Microwave? Check!
Pictures? Check, but gotta get senior pics from Meg and Jessie later.
Laundry Detergent? Check!
Okay, is that all? Yeah? Oh wait! School supplies!
Silly me.
Until Later,
Sondra
Right.
Let's see if I'm finished packing for school.
Right.
Computer? Check!
Sheets and Comforter? Check!
Practically every single article of clothing I own? Check!
Posters? Check, but totally looking for more on break or ordering some online.
CD's? Check! No! Not Check! Fuck, lost my CD player... well, I guess it's as good of time as any to start saving up for an iPod.
Phone? Check!
Alarm Clock? Check!
Makeup? Check!
Knitting? Check!
Books? Check!
Movies? Check!
Mug? Check!
Mini Fridge/Microwave? Check!
Pictures? Check, but gotta get senior pics from Meg and Jessie later.
Laundry Detergent? Check!
Okay, is that all? Yeah? Oh wait! School supplies!
Silly me.
Until Later,
Sondra
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Friday, August 19, 2005
Campers In The Mist
I am back from camping finally!
It was okay, but my Dad and I fought the whole time and my family just sat around most of the time. We did however, go up to Watkins Glen and I took some really great photographs. I think I'm gonna print them in black and white... they'll turn out awesome. Hopefully I'll be able to get a few blown up bigger so I can post them in my dorm room. I'll post them here when I finish.
I have adelightful camping story for all of you. I didn't get to hike as much as I wanted, but I found observing otheres is just as enjoyable.
I present to all: Campers in the Mist!
Boy, age aproximately 16, is camping with his family in the site next to us. Mostly Boy enjoys badgering Little Sister or honking horn of Mother's truck obnoxiously.
One day, Boy becomes particularly bored, so decides to start tossing hat up in the air. This is going well. Boy moves under a tree, and see's how far he can toss the hat up into the tree. This is going even better. After about two tosses, the invevitable happens- the hat gets stuck in the tree. Boy seems genuinely surprised that the hat would get stuck up in the tree, and declares loudly- "Aw, shit!". Boy needs his hat back.
So Boy, being as creative as he is, decides to take off a flip flop to nock the hat out of the tree. This does not last long. The flip flop gets caught right away. Boy lets out another highly original "Aw, shit!". Boy repeats this with (get this) the other flip flop! Ah HA!
Boy apparently has more tricks up his sleeve than I originally thought! But oh no! Could it get worse? The second flip flop gets stuck! Cruel, cruel world! "Aw, shit!" is his sound of dispair. Now Boy is really thinking. He disapears for a second, and then comes out with a basket ball! Boy tosses up basket ball into the tree, is momentarily stuck- I bite my lip to keep from bursting into laughter- but alas, the Camping gods smiled upon Boy and the basket ball fell out of the tree. Three more tries, and both flip flops and hat are safely out of the tree... and the basket ball falls into the ashes were from last night's camp fire. "Aw, shit!"
It's comforting to know this boy will some day be our next senator...
Other Boy, possibly brother or cousin of Boy, is also a mine field of joys. One day, Other Boy sneaks a beer. "Woah!" Other Boy exclaims, "This was made in Canada!". Other Boy tells this to Boy, both are thrilled. Canada. Woah. Other Boy starts humming national anthem of Canada. Only gets through first line. "Oh Canada, my home and native land...". Other Boy can't think of what comes next, but is delighted to start whisteling the first line over and over and over again. After about 5 minutes of this, and making good progress through beer, Other Boy turns to Boy and says "Woah. What's our song?"
Both are stumped.
Forget nature, why would you want to watch deer run through fields when you can be constantly amazed by the wonders of the human mind?
I love this country.
And it's good to be back.
Until Later,
Sondra
It was okay, but my Dad and I fought the whole time and my family just sat around most of the time. We did however, go up to Watkins Glen and I took some really great photographs. I think I'm gonna print them in black and white... they'll turn out awesome. Hopefully I'll be able to get a few blown up bigger so I can post them in my dorm room. I'll post them here when I finish.
I have adelightful camping story for all of you. I didn't get to hike as much as I wanted, but I found observing otheres is just as enjoyable.
I present to all: Campers in the Mist!
Boy, age aproximately 16, is camping with his family in the site next to us. Mostly Boy enjoys badgering Little Sister or honking horn of Mother's truck obnoxiously.
One day, Boy becomes particularly bored, so decides to start tossing hat up in the air. This is going well. Boy moves under a tree, and see's how far he can toss the hat up into the tree. This is going even better. After about two tosses, the invevitable happens- the hat gets stuck in the tree. Boy seems genuinely surprised that the hat would get stuck up in the tree, and declares loudly- "Aw, shit!". Boy needs his hat back.
So Boy, being as creative as he is, decides to take off a flip flop to nock the hat out of the tree. This does not last long. The flip flop gets caught right away. Boy lets out another highly original "Aw, shit!". Boy repeats this with (get this) the other flip flop! Ah HA!
Boy apparently has more tricks up his sleeve than I originally thought! But oh no! Could it get worse? The second flip flop gets stuck! Cruel, cruel world! "Aw, shit!" is his sound of dispair. Now Boy is really thinking. He disapears for a second, and then comes out with a basket ball! Boy tosses up basket ball into the tree, is momentarily stuck- I bite my lip to keep from bursting into laughter- but alas, the Camping gods smiled upon Boy and the basket ball fell out of the tree. Three more tries, and both flip flops and hat are safely out of the tree... and the basket ball falls into the ashes were from last night's camp fire. "Aw, shit!"
It's comforting to know this boy will some day be our next senator...
Other Boy, possibly brother or cousin of Boy, is also a mine field of joys. One day, Other Boy sneaks a beer. "Woah!" Other Boy exclaims, "This was made in Canada!". Other Boy tells this to Boy, both are thrilled. Canada. Woah. Other Boy starts humming national anthem of Canada. Only gets through first line. "Oh Canada, my home and native land...". Other Boy can't think of what comes next, but is delighted to start whisteling the first line over and over and over again. After about 5 minutes of this, and making good progress through beer, Other Boy turns to Boy and says "Woah. What's our song?"
Both are stumped.
Forget nature, why would you want to watch deer run through fields when you can be constantly amazed by the wonders of the human mind?
I love this country.
And it's good to be back.
Until Later,
Sondra
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Camping
I must leave to go camping tomorrow... won't return until Thursday. Apparently it builds character.
If thats the case, then I must have loads of it by now.
This sucks because it means now I'm not sure if I'll be able to see everyone before I leave. I'm gonna try to anyway. Don't be afraid to call me up... I'm really not trying to ignore anyone here, I've just got so much stuff to do before I leave. I don't want to forget anyone, but if I (very regrettably) do, you officially become the first person on my list of people to hang out with when I come home.
La.
I think I'm going to go pack and then try to find a good book for the road... perhaps The House Of The Spirits by Isabel Allende? It was recomended to me by Nick, and I've read good reviews so far...
Until Later,
Sondra
If thats the case, then I must have loads of it by now.
This sucks because it means now I'm not sure if I'll be able to see everyone before I leave. I'm gonna try to anyway. Don't be afraid to call me up... I'm really not trying to ignore anyone here, I've just got so much stuff to do before I leave. I don't want to forget anyone, but if I (very regrettably) do, you officially become the first person on my list of people to hang out with when I come home.
La.
I think I'm going to go pack and then try to find a good book for the road... perhaps The House Of The Spirits by Isabel Allende? It was recomended to me by Nick, and I've read good reviews so far...
Until Later,
Sondra
Friday, August 12, 2005
Hot Damn!
I have writers block!
Creativity is taking a holiday. It's thinking yachting around Sweden looks quite nice. Perhaps traveling around Italy on a Vespa?
Needless to say, it shan't be looking to come back soon.
If I'm lucky, it will bring me back one of those "My creativity went yachting in Sweden, and all I got was this crappy t-shirt" t-shirts.
blah. I feel brain dead.
Until Later,
Sondra
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Spoooooon!
The long lost Donnas song that didn't quite make the cut while recording:
Baby, Baby get me a spoooooon,
These ovaries I’m digging out soooooon.
Every month I go insa-ane,
Don’t get too close or I’ll kick and maim.
Gone through a whole box of Midol,
And chocolate bars are my idol.
Baby, Baby get me a spoooooon,
These ovaries I’m digging out soooooon.
---
And... I guess I should get this done sometime so here I go:
Tagged by the unprecedented Meg
List five songs that you are currently digging... it doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they're no good but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions, the artists, and the five songs in your blog. Then tag five other people to see what they're listening to.
1. "DJ"- (swedish) Death Polka
2. "Palin' With Al"- The Squirrel Nut Zippers
3. "Elle Aime"- Albin de la Simone and feist
4. "Coin Operated Boy"- The Dresden Dolls
5. "Ode To Divorce"- Regina Spektor
Tag: This tag stops here! Go ahead if you like, but I'm not going to bother tagging anyone else.
Ow... I am off to the store to pick up some ice cream. Ben and Jerry will keep me company as I spend the rest of the day in my ducky pajama pants and watch Lawrence of Arabia.
I have a plan to waste the entire day and it is a lovely one.
Until Later,
Sondra
Baby, Baby get me a spoooooon,
These ovaries I’m digging out soooooon.
Every month I go insa-ane,
Don’t get too close or I’ll kick and maim.
Gone through a whole box of Midol,
And chocolate bars are my idol.
Baby, Baby get me a spoooooon,
These ovaries I’m digging out soooooon.
---
And... I guess I should get this done sometime so here I go:
Tagged by the unprecedented Meg
List five songs that you are currently digging... it doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they're no good but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions, the artists, and the five songs in your blog. Then tag five other people to see what they're listening to.
1. "DJ"- (swedish) Death Polka
2. "Palin' With Al"- The Squirrel Nut Zippers
3. "Elle Aime"- Albin de la Simone and feist
4. "Coin Operated Boy"- The Dresden Dolls
5. "Ode To Divorce"- Regina Spektor
Tag: This tag stops here! Go ahead if you like, but I'm not going to bother tagging anyone else.
Ow... I am off to the store to pick up some ice cream. Ben and Jerry will keep me company as I spend the rest of the day in my ducky pajama pants and watch Lawrence of Arabia.
I have a plan to waste the entire day and it is a lovely one.
Until Later,
Sondra
Monday, August 08, 2005
15 Days
until I leave for school.
creepy...
I've been e-mailing my roommate for a while now and she seems very nice. I can't wait to meet her. I'm not too worried that we won't get along, I tend to get along with most people. However, it's gonna be strange to have to share a room with someone.
It's such a strange situation, being put in the same room as someone you don't know and have to live with them. I would think you would get to know all of their quirks pretty quickly. What if she has terribly deep dark secrets? What if she finds out mine? How will I keep the fact that I turn from magical fairy princess back into simple scullery maid at midnight a secret?
'tis a conundrum, indeed.
I can't wait to finally get this part of my life started though. It's a fresh new start which means I can start trying to act even more like the person I want to be. Actually start to be motivated and care about school is at the top. Become more outgoing secondly, not be as self-conscious, and I want to make all sorts of interesting friends. Maybe I'll even make friends with a gorgeous boy. It might take some time to actually convince Meg and Jessie he exsists and that I can actually talk to him...and I didn't pay him to talk to me...but it would be totally worth it. And he would be gorgeous! Joy!
I desperately don't want to chicken out of starting a-new. I just need to realize that everyone feels the same way I do.
Public Service Annoucement:
If anyone happens to have a car that they wouldn't mind lending to Meg and Sondra (two strange yet loveable teen-aged girls) to take down to Brooklyn for a Beck and Belle and Sebastian concert, and wouldn't mind us putting a little more than 600 miles (actually 780 miles if Meg wants to meet me at school and get home anytime soon after) on it in two days, with the slight to quite likely possibility that it would be wrecked because of our lack of sleep and food on October 3rd, that would be lovely. And give us each like $200. Complimentary "Offical Belle and Sebastian Air Freshener" included as thank you gift. Smells like band after concert.
*Sigh*
Fuck. I hate it when dream concerts are impossible.
I am going to go glower at Glasgow.
How's that for fucking alliteration?
Until Later,
Sondra
creepy...
I've been e-mailing my roommate for a while now and she seems very nice. I can't wait to meet her. I'm not too worried that we won't get along, I tend to get along with most people. However, it's gonna be strange to have to share a room with someone.
It's such a strange situation, being put in the same room as someone you don't know and have to live with them. I would think you would get to know all of their quirks pretty quickly. What if she has terribly deep dark secrets? What if she finds out mine? How will I keep the fact that I turn from magical fairy princess back into simple scullery maid at midnight a secret?
'tis a conundrum, indeed.
I can't wait to finally get this part of my life started though. It's a fresh new start which means I can start trying to act even more like the person I want to be. Actually start to be motivated and care about school is at the top. Become more outgoing secondly, not be as self-conscious, and I want to make all sorts of interesting friends. Maybe I'll even make friends with a gorgeous boy. It might take some time to actually convince Meg and Jessie he exsists and that I can actually talk to him...and I didn't pay him to talk to me...but it would be totally worth it. And he would be gorgeous! Joy!
I desperately don't want to chicken out of starting a-new. I just need to realize that everyone feels the same way I do.
Public Service Annoucement:
If anyone happens to have a car that they wouldn't mind lending to Meg and Sondra (two strange yet loveable teen-aged girls) to take down to Brooklyn for a Beck and Belle and Sebastian concert, and wouldn't mind us putting a little more than 600 miles (actually 780 miles if Meg wants to meet me at school and get home anytime soon after) on it in two days, with the slight to quite likely possibility that it would be wrecked because of our lack of sleep and food on October 3rd, that would be lovely. And give us each like $200. Complimentary "Offical Belle and Sebastian Air Freshener" included as thank you gift. Smells like band after concert.
*Sigh*
Fuck. I hate it when dream concerts are impossible.
I am going to go glower at Glasgow.
How's that for fucking alliteration?
Until Later,
Sondra
Friday, August 05, 2005
Taglicious!
I have been tagged by Nick.
Let the tagging begin!
Whazzah!
1. Ten years ago – Wow, that’s hardly a fair question. I was eight. I do not remember much about being eight. I was probably running around playgrounds and scaring boys. Getting vaccinated from cooties. Playing with Barbie. Barbie running off with the pool boy (aka Batman) in her pink porche and not telling Ken. Poor Ken.
2. Five years ago – Not a happy year for me. I wouldn’t trade being thirteen again for anything. I started Middle School, which I absolutely hated. I spent a week in the hospital in which I recieved unnecessary surgery, two pints of blood and two bruises the size of baseball on each hand because of all of the IVs. Not a happy time. It's making me sound like i'm an invalid or something, but really I'm actually pretty healthy. Now is good so no worries.
3. One year ago – About to enter my High School senior year, and very stressed about applying to schools.
4. Yesterday – Lolled. (I am getting quite good at lolling, perhaps I should look into it as a serious sport. I would win gold medals.)
5. Today – Woke up. Ate breakfast. Brushed teeth with joy. E-mail. Posted this.
6. Tomorrow – Spending time with family, it being my Grandparent’s 60th wedding anniversary.
7. Five snacks I enjoy – Mmm. Hummus. I am a hummus addict. I love fruit, especially bananas. Strange but true fact: I open bananas from the bottom. It actually makes sense, it’s weaker there because it’s not the end that it is held from on the tree. Hey, monkeys do it, why can’t I? It may not count as a snack, but I love spanikopita. If I could marry spanikopita, I would. Anything chocolate. Bread. I love bread.
8. Five bands (or singers??) I know the lyrics of most of their songs – The Beatles. Barenaked Ladies (yes, I know…I could even add Moxy Fruvous from years of yonder, but I won’t). Cake. Sondre Lerche. Belle and Sebastian.
9. Five things I would do with $100,000,000 – I would never need to work a day in my life. I would just retire (from my already stressful life of lolling). And If I wanted to further my education just for the heck of it, I could just buy my way into Yale…hey, Dubya did it! I would probably end up using the money to travel all over the world. That and I would have to do something totally useless with the money, like use it to make the world’s largest falafel. Perhaps become a conceptual artist. Yes, that's what I would do. After that, I would probably hate myself for being a rich fat cat/bourgeoisie square and try to do something good with the money.
10. Five locations I’d like to run away to – Paris would be lovely again, I’ve always wanted to go to Prague for some reason, London sans the terrorist attacks, The Alps, China.
11. Five Bad Habits – I am super lazy. I have even gotten to the point where I have put clothes on my bed so in the morning I don’t have to get out of bed for the longest amount of time possible. I tend to interrupt people. I tend to be a know-it-all. I hate admitting that I’m wrong and never do it as much as I should. I hate answering the phone and rarely do.
12. Five things I like doing – enjoying art in it's many forms (e.g. music, paintings, sculpture, movies, poetry, literature...do good webcomics count?), being with friends, watching cheesy sci-fi movies, blogging, knitting.
13. Five T.V. shows I like – I think that Arrested Development is one of the funniest shows on television ever. I also like The West Wing because I like living in a pretend world where our president is Jed Bartlett. Family Guy is good. Gilmore Girls is beyond addiction. I watch that show obsessively, and that's sad. I watch The OC once and a while, but it’s only because of Adam Brody.
14. Famous People I’d like to meet – Does God count as a person? God would be pretty sweet to meet. Andy Warhol. Gloria Steinem. Jane Austen. Michael Ondaatje. Wayne Coyne. Jackson Pollack. Kurt Vonnegut Jr.. Salvador Dali. Karl Marx. Pablo Picasso. Adam Brody (but for a bit more libidinous reason). Dorothy Gambrell. William F. Buckley (endearingly called fuhbuckley by myself). Leon Trotsky (sans ice pick in head). So many people, the list could go on forever...that wasn't supposed to be five, right?
15. Biggest joys at the moment – Apricot Toothpaste, Morning, Summer break, Boys, Breakfast, E-mail, Snuggling blankets, Friends, Being me.
16. Favorite toys – Heh. I love my digital camera. Sadly, I am not sure if I can bring it to school, so my blog may be picture free for a long while. I like my CD player, but I wish I had an iPod. I do not have much of toys per say, but I do love my blog, if that is a toy. Is knitting a toy?
17. Five people to tag – I don’t know how many people will actually go and do the tag, but Meg’s should be interesting. Jessie should be tagged also. James and Tambo also. I’m not sure how often she reads it, but I’d love to tag The Divine Ms. Em.
Until Later,
Sondra
Let the tagging begin!
Whazzah!
1. Ten years ago – Wow, that’s hardly a fair question. I was eight. I do not remember much about being eight. I was probably running around playgrounds and scaring boys. Getting vaccinated from cooties. Playing with Barbie. Barbie running off with the pool boy (aka Batman) in her pink porche and not telling Ken. Poor Ken.
2. Five years ago – Not a happy year for me. I wouldn’t trade being thirteen again for anything. I started Middle School, which I absolutely hated. I spent a week in the hospital in which I recieved unnecessary surgery, two pints of blood and two bruises the size of baseball on each hand because of all of the IVs. Not a happy time. It's making me sound like i'm an invalid or something, but really I'm actually pretty healthy. Now is good so no worries.
3. One year ago – About to enter my High School senior year, and very stressed about applying to schools.
4. Yesterday – Lolled. (I am getting quite good at lolling, perhaps I should look into it as a serious sport. I would win gold medals.)
5. Today – Woke up. Ate breakfast. Brushed teeth with joy. E-mail. Posted this.
6. Tomorrow – Spending time with family, it being my Grandparent’s 60th wedding anniversary.
7. Five snacks I enjoy – Mmm. Hummus. I am a hummus addict. I love fruit, especially bananas. Strange but true fact: I open bananas from the bottom. It actually makes sense, it’s weaker there because it’s not the end that it is held from on the tree. Hey, monkeys do it, why can’t I? It may not count as a snack, but I love spanikopita. If I could marry spanikopita, I would. Anything chocolate. Bread. I love bread.
8. Five bands (or singers??) I know the lyrics of most of their songs – The Beatles. Barenaked Ladies (yes, I know…I could even add Moxy Fruvous from years of yonder, but I won’t). Cake. Sondre Lerche. Belle and Sebastian.
9. Five things I would do with $100,000,000 – I would never need to work a day in my life. I would just retire (from my already stressful life of lolling). And If I wanted to further my education just for the heck of it, I could just buy my way into Yale…hey, Dubya did it! I would probably end up using the money to travel all over the world. That and I would have to do something totally useless with the money, like use it to make the world’s largest falafel. Perhaps become a conceptual artist. Yes, that's what I would do. After that, I would probably hate myself for being a rich fat cat/bourgeoisie square and try to do something good with the money.
10. Five locations I’d like to run away to – Paris would be lovely again, I’ve always wanted to go to Prague for some reason, London sans the terrorist attacks, The Alps, China.
11. Five Bad Habits – I am super lazy. I have even gotten to the point where I have put clothes on my bed so in the morning I don’t have to get out of bed for the longest amount of time possible. I tend to interrupt people. I tend to be a know-it-all. I hate admitting that I’m wrong and never do it as much as I should. I hate answering the phone and rarely do.
12. Five things I like doing – enjoying art in it's many forms (e.g. music, paintings, sculpture, movies, poetry, literature...do good webcomics count?), being with friends, watching cheesy sci-fi movies, blogging, knitting.
13. Five T.V. shows I like – I think that Arrested Development is one of the funniest shows on television ever. I also like The West Wing because I like living in a pretend world where our president is Jed Bartlett. Family Guy is good. Gilmore Girls is beyond addiction. I watch that show obsessively, and that's sad. I watch The OC once and a while, but it’s only because of Adam Brody.
14. Famous People I’d like to meet – Does God count as a person? God would be pretty sweet to meet. Andy Warhol. Gloria Steinem. Jane Austen. Michael Ondaatje. Wayne Coyne. Jackson Pollack. Kurt Vonnegut Jr.. Salvador Dali. Karl Marx. Pablo Picasso. Adam Brody (but for a bit more libidinous reason). Dorothy Gambrell. William F. Buckley (endearingly called fuhbuckley by myself). Leon Trotsky (sans ice pick in head). So many people, the list could go on forever...that wasn't supposed to be five, right?
15. Biggest joys at the moment – Apricot Toothpaste, Morning, Summer break, Boys, Breakfast, E-mail, Snuggling blankets, Friends, Being me.
16. Favorite toys – Heh. I love my digital camera. Sadly, I am not sure if I can bring it to school, so my blog may be picture free for a long while. I like my CD player, but I wish I had an iPod. I do not have much of toys per say, but I do love my blog, if that is a toy. Is knitting a toy?
17. Five people to tag – I don’t know how many people will actually go and do the tag, but Meg’s should be interesting. Jessie should be tagged also. James and Tambo also. I’m not sure how often she reads it, but I’d love to tag The Divine Ms. Em.
Until Later,
Sondra
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Screw The Hippocratic Oath
I was at my Doctor's yesterday, and she said that she liked my new haircut.
"Are all those curls natural?" She asked.
"Pretty much, I just put a little mousse in my hair and let it air-dry."
"Wow, People pay lots of money to have hair like that. I'd kill to have curls like those."
I thought that was pretty funny, coming from a doctor.
"Yes, so I'm going to change your prescription to arsenic...and change the 36mg to 90mg...*YES, THE DAY IS MINE*"
heheh.
I have no car today. I am bored out of my mind and feel slightly destructive. I am left to my own devices. This is a very dangerous thing.
Sondra: 1
v.
Responisibility: 0
Rawr!
Until Later,
Sondra
*danger lurks*
*Jaws theme plays*
"Are all those curls natural?" She asked.
"Pretty much, I just put a little mousse in my hair and let it air-dry."
"Wow, People pay lots of money to have hair like that. I'd kill to have curls like those."
I thought that was pretty funny, coming from a doctor.
"Yes, so I'm going to change your prescription to arsenic...and change the 36mg to 90mg...*YES, THE DAY IS MINE*"
heheh.
I have no car today. I am bored out of my mind and feel slightly destructive. I am left to my own devices. This is a very dangerous thing.
Sondra: 1
v.
Responisibility: 0
Rawr!
Until Later,
Sondra
*danger lurks*
*Jaws theme plays*
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
I Did Nothing!
Today was lovely.
Days in which there is nothing to do are splendid.
Accomplishments of the day:
*Warning: Tom's of Maine natural toothpaste in apricot is very addicting. Tastes only slightly of apricot, but no toothpaste-ish aftertaste. May result in comments such as- "Oh Boy! I get to brush my teeth now!" and "Yes! My teeth need brushing!". Excessive brushing may include side effects of happiness, healthy teeth and dazzling smile.
Until Later,
Sondra
Days in which there is nothing to do are splendid.
Accomplishments of the day:
Woke up.
Ate cereal.
*Brushed teeth.
Lolled on lawn, looked up at sky.
Painted my nails with 'long lasting' red nail polish.
Slurped tomato soup.
*Brushed teeth.
Talked to Tim.
Hadn't talked to Tim in year(s).
Drove.
Was told something that just re-affirmed my belief that it's not just me.
Felt good about it.
Cursed not so long lasting 'long lasting' red nail polish.
Wished I hadn't spent the extra two dollars.
Ate hummus and pita bread.
Danced because it was delicious.
*Warning: Tom's of Maine natural toothpaste in apricot is very addicting. Tastes only slightly of apricot, but no toothpaste-ish aftertaste. May result in comments such as- "Oh Boy! I get to brush my teeth now!" and "Yes! My teeth need brushing!". Excessive brushing may include side effects of happiness, healthy teeth and dazzling smile.
Until Later,
Sondra
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Tin Box
For the past few years, I have been keeping a tin box of things to remember.
Things from all over the world, things from all sorts of different people. Things that have no value at all to others, but hold infinite value to me.
All in this little tin box.
I need a bigger little tin box.
It holds things like this:
Wrapping paper from birthdays, postcards, practice love letters, notes, photos, dinosaurs, pins and balloons to name a few.
This note made me laugh out loud:
p.s. today kate and i got lost in webster park for two hours. who knew it was so big?
Things from all over the world, things from all sorts of different people. Things that have no value at all to others, but hold infinite value to me.
All in this little tin box.
I need a bigger little tin box.
It holds things like this:
Wrapping paper from birthdays, postcards, practice love letters, notes, photos, dinosaurs, pins and balloons to name a few.
This note made me laugh out loud:
(outside of note) Hello! My name is: NOTE
Sondrafriendvich-
This book was at once true, hillarious and positively deck. I thank you for sharing it's wonderfulness with me, you crazy tassel. I especially love the crazy words. I can actually speak the language. It is too bad I can't except to you, 'hipspeak' buddy. Oh! And...I have no attention span. (In case you have not noticed) I also have a solution to us not having a class together: we should make our own subject, get someone cool to teach, like no one. Then invite all the deck cronkites to drop Math and join us.
(side drawing) Choosing a look: Sondravich stick figure: Is this style Deck or Fin?
(Answer: This style is deck.)
I must go because my leg has decided to take a nap; it was up all night partying.
Much Love,
Meg
I couldn't believe I had kept that for all those years. I'm glad I did.
Realization:
I love mail.
Contrivance:
I shall go buy a bunch of stamps and colorful pens and start writing and sending letters.
Until Later,
Sondra
p.s. today kate and i got lost in webster park for two hours. who knew it was so big?
Monday, August 01, 2005
My Face Hurts
So then.
I am back from camping, and I have survived more or less.
A bit sunburned, which is totally ridiculous because I used SPF 60 all week. I swear, the sun is out to get me.
"What's this? An extremely pale girl who looks terrible with a tan? She thinks she can stop me with truckfulls of sunscreen?! BUAHAH! Have a taste of my UV rays!!! SKIN CANCER-ED!!!"
Despite the sunburn, I generally enjoy camping. The whole going with Parental Units was a definite drawback, but meh, what can ya do?
My favorite part of camping is hiking. I love hiking, which is strange because I hate most types of formal exercise. I love hiking up steep hills in the middle of a shady forest and getting lost in my thoughts. Sometimes I feel like it's one of the few times I can really ponder. All sorts of thoughts, lovely and horrible, beautiful and ugly, deep and shallow thoughts.
I finished "Life of Pi" while camping, so I was able to think alot about that. I loved the book. Pi Patel. Richard Parker. I loved it all.
I wondered why I keep things about myself a secret for so long. I'm not sure why I do that. Perhaps it's simply that things don't come up in conversation, but It's probably a bit more than that. A friend asked me a question about my appendix scar a little while ago. I realized that I had known her for a year, the other friend for two years, and I had never talked about it.
There are so many things that are in our past that are part of who we are. So much past that it's almost an impossible task to try and explain it all to our current friends. It's not like we walk up to people and say "Hi, my name is Sondra, let me tell you why I hate the taste of marshmallows...", but I wonder, after two years, that maybe I'm also hiding part of myself.
I could start explaining things now, but I need to leave that for an entire entry, not just part. For a good rainy day.
I thought about university, and all the lovely people I hope to meet there.
I thought about love and what it means to me.
I thought about the idea of living in the early 1900's, and how it would be funny to be considered the 'super-model' of the time, being pale, aerodynamically curvaceous, small waisted and short-ish. Then I remembered girdles and the total lack of women's rights, general ignorance of modern day medicine and decided against building a time machine.
I thought about how beautiful nature is, and wondered if aliens landed on earth today, would they think nature was beautiful too?
Anyways...
I'm so glad to be back at home.
I'm going to put something on my sunburn and take a nap.
Until Later,
Sondra
I am back from camping, and I have survived more or less.
A bit sunburned, which is totally ridiculous because I used SPF 60 all week. I swear, the sun is out to get me.
"What's this? An extremely pale girl who looks terrible with a tan? She thinks she can stop me with truckfulls of sunscreen?! BUAHAH! Have a taste of my UV rays!!! SKIN CANCER-ED!!!"
Despite the sunburn, I generally enjoy camping. The whole going with Parental Units was a definite drawback, but meh, what can ya do?
My favorite part of camping is hiking. I love hiking, which is strange because I hate most types of formal exercise. I love hiking up steep hills in the middle of a shady forest and getting lost in my thoughts. Sometimes I feel like it's one of the few times I can really ponder. All sorts of thoughts, lovely and horrible, beautiful and ugly, deep and shallow thoughts.
I finished "Life of Pi" while camping, so I was able to think alot about that. I loved the book. Pi Patel. Richard Parker. I loved it all.
I wondered why I keep things about myself a secret for so long. I'm not sure why I do that. Perhaps it's simply that things don't come up in conversation, but It's probably a bit more than that. A friend asked me a question about my appendix scar a little while ago. I realized that I had known her for a year, the other friend for two years, and I had never talked about it.
There are so many things that are in our past that are part of who we are. So much past that it's almost an impossible task to try and explain it all to our current friends. It's not like we walk up to people and say "Hi, my name is Sondra, let me tell you why I hate the taste of marshmallows...", but I wonder, after two years, that maybe I'm also hiding part of myself.
I could start explaining things now, but I need to leave that for an entire entry, not just part. For a good rainy day.
I thought about university, and all the lovely people I hope to meet there.
I thought about love and what it means to me.
I thought about the idea of living in the early 1900's, and how it would be funny to be considered the 'super-model' of the time, being pale, aerodynamically curvaceous, small waisted and short-ish. Then I remembered girdles and the total lack of women's rights, general ignorance of modern day medicine and decided against building a time machine.
I thought about how beautiful nature is, and wondered if aliens landed on earth today, would they think nature was beautiful too?
Anyways...
I'm so glad to be back at home.
I'm going to put something on my sunburn and take a nap.
Until Later,
Sondra
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