Ccccchhh Chhhhhh

the title of today's blog translates to the sound of me breathing through my mouth as my nasal passages are completely under construction, this ramp is closed. i hate being a mouth breather, it makes me feel gauche and uncouth and all those things that wasps call impolite. so ready to be unclogged. lame.

Cento

THIS IS POST ONE HUNDRED.

one hundred posts in under 4 months. i think that's a pretty awesome percentage. the only unawesome thing is i have nothing terribly exciting to report. i just vacuumed my apartment. and scrubbed my bathroom. um...i washed my sheets? tantalizing, i know. oh, and i did the dishes. and lit candles (baked apple pie and a fir candle, interesting but holiday-ish mix). worked, cleaned, ate chili, aaaand sat around sniffling.

happy one hundredth post to me!

Put Your Hood Up

i am currently enshrined in my large, amply hooded robe. this is my retreat when i feel like shiz, and when i really feel icky, the hood goes up. it doesn't make my dried-out sinuses feel so much better, but it helps the psyche. i guess it's just that time of year, but i think i'm going to have to take my humidifier back from my sister and create the jungle-like environment i was known to have in my dorm rooms in college. moisture, yummy yummy moisture. maybe i should just leave my shower going all night...would that be bad for the environment and all that? i don't pay for the water - i know it would be wrong but the idea appeals.

Be the Tree

once again, i'm fresh out of material. pretty much coasting through the week waiting for saturday to arrive. in the meantime, i have dredged up another embarassing photo of me, this one from senior year of college. we are lucky enough to have had a very enthusiastic, poetic, entrancing, and possibly slightly kooky dean at wellesley that often encouraged us to become one with nature, feel the wind in our hair, coo like the young doves we were that had all sorts of potential to take poetic flight on breaths of scented air, and the like. so i felt the moment one night after allegedly drinking more than i'm used to (i think i had a mike's and a daiquiri...woah i am OUT OF CONTROL), and i became a tree. i've had a rough time living this picture down, but whatever, i own it, i was a tree, i was a cool tree, and i was one with nature.

T-Minus

116 hours. i can't decide if that sounds like less than just under 5 days from now, or more. i plan on spending at least 35 of those hours asleep, so really just 81 hours! that's not that many, right?

also, it's amazing how much finally putting coffee tables in your living room and throwing up some holiday decor makes an apartment way more homey...we should leave the christmas tree up year-round.

Love of My Life

trickery: i'm not writing about the reverend. i went shopping with my mom today, and i met the new love of my life in the field of accessories (don't worry mr. anderson, you're still the number one human for me...). his name is kenneth cole, and his look is gorgeousness:i would take it in the red, too. i am hereby initiating the buy-katie-a-$400-bag-because-she-wants-and-deserves-it fund. if you are willing to contribute, please leave a comment and i will contact you as to where to send your sizable, $50 minimum donations. i haven't been able to focus on anything else for the rest of the day, so please help me refocus my life and buy me this bag. i will never buy another. um until i find another cute one...but this one will definitely last for a few years.

Self-Humiliation/Immolation

i have nothing to talk about tonight, so i decided to post an old and humiliating picture of me to spice things up. the above is the immediate aftermath to my wisdom teeth removal, courtesy of kderrick as instructed by my mother. i was awake for that surgery (my only surgery ever, as i'm far too cautious and wussy to have anything actually go wrong with me), so i remember the whole shebang. luckily/bizarrely, i had my ipod going in one ear to help me relax, so i had a soundtrack to the surgery, and remember being tripped out that i could watch the dentist's hand go up and down while he stitched me shut. i had all four teeth out and spent that evening in the health services office of wellesley college, run by goddesses that brought me lukewarm soup and cold ice packs and cups to spit blood in. lovely, i know. i'm a delicate flower. with big puffy cheeks.