.i. cinderella complex ( Read more... )

So I randomly joined Greenpeace. Or am I a patron? Whatever you call a person who donates $15 a month, that's what I am! Completely accidental and likely short-term, as I'm both easily convinced and unwilling to give up money that could be better spent on trashy magazines. I mean, it's not that I don't like the environment -- honest, I do! I ( Read more... )

I am like a black hole of coordination or something. Last November I went out to watch my cousin Emma while my aunt packed up her house, and my aunt proceeded to fall off a chair while taking down some curtains and broke her foot. Today? Went out there to babysit while she went off for a fun day with friends and she slipped and broke her arm ( Read more... )

So yesterday I went out to lunch with my aunt (well, my uncle's fiancee, but they've been engaged forever and it's so burdensome to say "my uncle's fiancee" when she's practically my aunt. Though the irony of using a less burdensome term and then spending forty words explaining the terminology is not lost on me), and we were talking about my other ( Read more... )

I woke up to the sound of screamed obscenities, which was nice. Isn't that the way everyone likes to start their day? We got a new dryer last week and the installation peeps didn't secure the grey piping thing that runs outside, so that whenever we ran it, the hot air just blew into the house. Which made everything smell nice and morning fresh, ( Read more... )

Am listening to -- get this -- HELLO BY LIONEL RITCHIE courtesy of The Brother. I am such a happy girl! He sent it to me after the following conversation on the IM:

( we are so clearly related )

Breaking news: I have new hair! Very new hair! Very short, new hair! I'm still dealing with it and keep veering between Oh, It's So Cute and Dear God, Do I Look Like An Irish Round-Faced Justin Guarini? For my hair is pretty curly (though a smidge more relaxed than ole Justin's) and the fear is there. Everyone keeps saying they like it, but ( Read more... )

The brother goes back to college on Monday, which is kind of sad because I'll miss having him around, even if he does mock me mercilessly about my Harry Potter obsession, NSYNC fixation, and tenuous employment situation, not to mention his annoying habit of wanting to go online whenever I want to. It's like our sibling connection provided with ( Read more... )

My brother is embarking on a quest to stay awake for seventy hours because he read somewhere that at that point one becomes clinically insane. We're all laughing at him because, except for my mother, there is no one who loves to sleep more than this boy. When he was a little kid, babysitters would come over to watch us and before it was even his ( Read more... )

Actually, only my brother calls me She-Hulk, and that's when he's not calling me Sloppy Jr. or any other assortment of mocking names (including, but not limited to, the old sibling standby of Loser (accompanied by L-on-forehead signal) and Costanza). I'm feeling the title tonight, what with the excessive snow-shoveling I've done in the past two ( Read more... )