the littlest angel

today i was in the garage looking for christmas decorations, and in one box i found a baby book my grandmother had made for my mom.

coolest thing ever.

by the way

joseph gordon levitt's opening for snl scared me. nobody should ever be that enthusiastic. i'm talkin' the manic kind.
highlights:
dave matthews as ozzy osbourne. j.g.l. as jason mraz.
kristen wigg in secret words. she's a genius.

but dec. 5: blake lively is hosting.... WHY? let her stick to gossiping and being pretty.

itunes homeshare is the best invention ever.

i was team taylor before the rest of the world caught on to his abs.
sorry 'bout it. check the date.

stumbled upon these "deadly" glasses. very imaginative.

sometimes i'm astounded by how much more i can comprehend while reading when i'm not tired.
this week i could NOT understand an article i had to read. foreign language status.
then i woke up the next morning, read it, and was mildly appalled with myself for not getting it the first time around.

trying to tone down my habit of a superabundance of firefox tabs.

sesh two needs to hang with pops and his elves.
early fundraising + 2ove = one jolly good time.

lolli fix will be taken care of tonight. hallelujah.

enjoy the long weekend!

give a little bit

dear parking garage,

i really am not fond of the way you don't open up to me. my car and i don't like getting stuck outside in the cold, forcing me to wake up at 7am to move it for street cleaning.

sincerely,

the grumpy, tired girl with a useless opener in her hand

call me irresponsible

currently writing my own letter of rec for my advisers.
trying not to make it sound too glowing; they might mock me.

but they'd sign it anyway.

when the sun goes down

it's kinda beautiful when you realize that other people you know around the world watched the same meteor shower. makes it all seem a bit smaller. more connected.

sorry i'm such a SAP. it happens.

completely unrelated blurb:
we were talking about child pornography in my sex and law class, and a guy asks the question:
"well, my cousin sent me pictures of her kid, and he was naked...
so... where's the line between just naked and child porn?"

okay.
even if it's just some picture of a baby running around, why would you ask that?

and can i just give the titles of some of the lectures in this class? it's such interesting material:
a solid foundation for sexual rights
dial-a-porn
does prostitution deserve constitutional protection?

last week's documentary on the porno "deep throat" was pretty explicit in some parts, but actually had funny commentary.

but i love that ucla has classes like this one that push limits.

ps. heyyyy human sexuality (psych 129e) take it with me!

i'm lovin' it

sweet tea from mcdonalds. it's real good.

i'm outta time

i did that thing last night/this morning when you tell yourself you're only going to sleep for a half an hour. tops.

but it ends up being four hours after repeatedly turning the alarm clock off.

oh well.
at least i finished the paper.

twisted logic

there's a little truth behind every "just kidding".
a little curiosity behind every "just wondering".
a little knowledge behind every "i don't know".

and a little emotion behind every "i don't care".

dream on

so again the theme of strange dreams comes into play.
you never know when crazy dreams will happen, but one made an appearance this afternoon:

i was sitting at a desk, working on schoolwork. the fact that i was sitting at a desk was weird enough.
but anyway, i had a headache, so i nonchalantly take a pill with some water and get back to work. i suppose i assumed it was asprin or something along those lines, but i ended up being allergic to the medicine.

i was in some building on campus, and looked up to ask someone a question regarding whatever i was working on.
but then i realized i couldn't. because my lips had SWELLED UP so much. i literally was incapable of speaking out loud.

so i start to panic. and who is right by my side? my co love chrissie, of course.
she looks at me while i'm madly pointing to my painfully obvious problem. then she grabs my hand and leads me down some stairs, knowing exactly where she's going.

we enter a room a few flights down that has two doctors in it. how convenient, right? but they seem kind of sketchy, so i was hesitant to let them help me. one of the doctors has an unusually large shot in his hand, and says if they inject it into my lips, the swelling will go down. but the jumbo shot in movies doesn't usually signal something good.

but i can't protest with words, only a sort of muffled wail through my freakish-looking face. so i write down on a piece of paper, "NO SHOT" and show it to chrissie.

the doctor then tells me that the swelling will just keep increasing, and the pressure will spread to other parts of my face, first starting with my nose. he informed me that my nose would break from this pressure.

i then REALLY panic because i realize that my nose is starting to hurt. and i did NOT want a broken nose. i frantically write that they can give me the shot.

...and then i woke up.
i usually try to analyze what they mean when i wake up, but so far i have no guesses on that one.

love to love

secret. and fun fact of the day.

i tear up sometimes watching 'say yes to the dress'. like today, for instance.

...and yes, i'm well aware that's embarrassing.

walk this way

inflatable bag monsters.

i would be intrigued and for sure get out my camera if i passed by one on the street.

that's how you know

halloween, we just weren't meant to be.

my heart belongs to christmas.

especially when you can do things like throw snow at unsuspecting people.

you don't get joy like that from just anything : ]