Friday, February 20, 2009

Friday, February 13, 2009

No Substitutes

While I was waiting for my pizza to finish toasting, I thought about this crazy substitute teacher I had that was supposed to teach us botany but ended up talking about herself more than anyone I have ever met. Instead of botany, she taught us meditation (she was also a yoga instructor), showed us commercials with her in it (her role in a Burger King commercial as a fretful mother was the highlight of her career back in the 70's...I even remember her saying that the burger she was eating was just two pieces of bread because she was against eating meat) and her folk music career. She gave me a B+ although I don't know what she was grading me on. She made me miss botany and actual learning. Even the kids who hardly showed up to class missed botany because of this self-centered woman who ditched an entire lesson plan of our poor teacher who was having heart problems to talk about the things she was good at. It was completely and utterly lame.
Still...I don't know why I was thinking of her. I guess it's because I'm glad I'm not her.

We got paid today!!

Our bonuses...ehem, I mean "awards" were paid out today. Two years of grad school paid for, plus room? You betcha! I'm as financially secure as this creepy picture below.

I can't believe they're one of my favorite bands

I love Keane. Well, not so much their last album but their first two albums are just the kind of music that stirs something in me. Seeing as they are kind of on the same field as obnoxious other bands (ie The Fray, Snow Patrol) that punctuate the soundtracks of tv shows for idiots, Keane to me represents some kind of guilty pleasure and that makes me sad. Yeah, all their songs sound pretty much the same and their lyrics are cheesy but their music is the kind of stuff you want to drive you, move to. It gives you something more than just a bassline. And isn't that what music is all about?

Thursday, February 12, 2009

The only five movies that have made me cry

1. Angels in America (the HBO adaptation reduced me to a blubbering fool)

2. It's a Wonderful Life

3. In America

4. Homeward Bound (the first movie that ever made me cry)

5. Little Princess

It's kinda funny because none of these movies are's the happiness that gets to me.

My coworker should be a detective

I have a coworker who looks like an old-timey detective. I think it's the fact that he's getting Walter Matthau like jowls as a result of age. He's a very slouchy character, kinda like the guy on the left but not as chunky. I saw the cowork on his cell yesterday morning and he looked so sullen, as if the whole world's weight had completely dropped down on him just then. The sad thing is, I didn't feel bad for him...I just kept thinking, "my god, that coworker looks really like an old time detective."
Although I doubt he should be a detective because he's boring. And I don't think he'd be a very good one, unless the case involved looking at data all day on a computer. He's good at that (I think).

If you want to know what my dream house would be

This would be it. If anyone has 600k and wants to live in Middlesex, VT with me...let's go for it. Although if it were a true dream house, it would be on a main street and have a front porch where I could wave to my neighbors, because I'm cheesy like that.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Saw a woman sitting like a teddy bear up against a wall

She had the oversized girth of a bear too. It was somehow perfect. You know, it's always the little things.

I created this

I'm sick of my livejournal and have set myself free from this. Basically this is just a circus to showcase a whole lot of nothing...because after all, the only two things everyone in this earth has in common are sex and weather.