man-friend

My dad keeps bugging me to start looking for a boyfriend. And Ronnie thinks I'm gay because I'm just not interested. I'm not gay. I love penises. They're interesting looking. I just don't have the time. I'm a full time students,with a job-soon- and a family and chores. I barely have time to hang out with my friends, I sure as hell don't have time to worry about a clingy-college, immature, sex-driven BOY.
And it's not that I don't want a loving, caring male to cuddle with and tell me I'm pretty, I'm just very picky. And not just normal picky. I have A List. A long one. I can afford to be picky! Now when I'm 30ish and still not married, maybe I'll cross some things off. But right now? I'm looking for someone who can match ALL of my requirements.
And along with that pickyness, I also just don't feel like it. I have my list, I'm just to tired to go shopping. And right now, it'd be like going to the mall on a Saturday afternoon. Crowded, all the good stuff taken, only the inexperienced high school sales people to help. No, I want to go shopping on a Thursday morning. Great selection, not to crowded with the experienced cashier and all day to try stuff on and make sure it fits right.
These undergraduate boys, just don't have everything on my list.
Maybe I should start shopping in the graduate section.

daddy's girl much?

I miss my dad. I'm glad he's coming back today. It's weird, I never saw my dad much growing up so I thought I'd be fine when he took this job-travelling some. But I guess seeing him constantly over these past 3 years has spoiled me. He's only been away for 4 days and I can't wait until he gets home.
His birthday is tomorrow! Yay Daddy!
I'm wearing his jacket right now. It fits oddly.
I feel like such a little girl.
Dad=<3

The Chickens! They've escaped!

So, our Lit professor wanted us to write about what we remember about dinner/the kitchen from when we were younger. So, I started thinking about my grandma's kitchen, and all I remember about it is Chickens. Everywhere. She had it decorated in this really old fashioned style with chicken print everything. On the tablecloth, the curtains, magnets, canisters, she even had this big spoon thingy with a chicken on it in the middle of the stove.
And I remember how during fall and spring break, she would get me to clean the kitchen cabinets with this really strong orange smelling solution she would make, and she would have me get up on the counters to get to the high cabinets. I remember being scared I was going to fall, because the counters were skinny. I never fell.
I remember this huge jug we had in the corner, to keep pennies in. But now that I think about it, it really wasn't that big. It was just that I was about 2
feet shorter.
Now that I really think about it, I don't have one bad memory in that kitchen. Out of all the bad memories I have of that house, those people, none of them happened in that kitchen. It's like it was neutral ground.
I've decided that even though that kitchen was ugly, I'm going to decorate my kitchen like that. Maybe even get one of those spoon thingys to put on the stove. Maybe even figure out what it's for.

Whip it.

I just whipped up some pudding. I whipped it. I whipped it good. I shaped it up. It's not to late. To whip it.

Word disection:
Pudd-ing. The fact that it has an 'ing' at the end, suggest that 'pudd' is a verb. What would 'pudd' be? It sounds like a type of dance. Do the Pudd! But who decided that you should take the pudd- do the pudd, making the term for what you would be doing, pudding, and make into the word for something you would eat?

mmmmasochism

In some weird, masochistic way, I guess I kind of like the pain. It reminds me that while the rest of my body is frozen numb from the early morning sunlessness, I am, in fact, still alive.

But then, I get home, I thaw and my knee is still screaming at me "help me! I'm hurt!" And I have to think "Something I'm doing while I'm running is hurting my knee."
So I make a list:
1) Maybe I run funny.
- then..no can't be that. I run normally. I think...
2) Maybe its the cold making it throb in agony
- can't be that. I run all the time in the cold and it only started happening when....
AHA!
3) Maybe its because I've developed a love for running in barely there shoes. This can't be good for my knee joint, right?

So, as much as I enjoy running in thin-as-ballet-shoes shoes, if I want to keep my knee in tact, I'm going to have to suck it up and dig out my running shoes.

prefect? perfect

I'm in love. With the weather today. Perfect.
It snowed. But not to much to get everything slick. Just enough to make everyone get little white flecks on them.
I love it.

I love the irony in having to take off my glasses to see. I love the temperature- cold, but warmer than it was yesterday, because of the moisture in the air.


<3.

Sunrise Log

I witnessed the coolest sunrise this morning.
The sun comes up from behind the mountain, where clouds were sitting uptop of.
At first, the sun just light up the bottom of the clouds, leaving the top dark, but the bottom a vibrant orange. Then, as the sun came up behind the clouds, it highlighted the outer edges of them, making it look like the sun was being eclipsed by something thicker than clouds.

It was awesome.