another thing i want to do over winter break is rearrange my toys. like, epically. they're all bored and dusty and they need new scenery. i want to clear off some shelves and go crazy! well, crazier.

i did some little things, like sprucing up the mines of moria with little lego trees and flowers (red and white), but there's so much more to be ( Read more... )

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so, we've been reading all these elizabethan tragedies for english 150, and there's some pretty interesting language in there. but the best word that keeps coming up and never fails to amuse me has got to be bootless. they gloss it as 'futile, fruitless' and you know, i really agree. because what's the point of living if you don't have boots?

'Dolere est vitam cognoscere' (To be in pain is to know life.)
Okay, so it is monday and all, but still, couldn't they find anything even slightly more upbeat? those crazy romans.

"Were there just the two of you here?"
"And the chicken, your highness."

man, they never teach you this stuff on blue's clues. seriously, people, centigrade vs. fahrenheit. it's a subtle but crucial distinction. and really, i thought 190 seemed rather low for oatmeal cookies... score one for my instincts, if not my follow-through.