Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Sunday, January 9, 2011

smores and hotty choc on the roof





success!

Thursday, January 6, 2011



so my ex boyfriend's DAD facebook friended me. ummm wot??? I mean, aside from the fact that A. weve been broken up for almost 8 months now (!!) and B. the dad doesnt speak any english, its just plain weird. and out of the blue. i havent really decided what to do-i dont want to come off as an uber bitch and immediately reject the proverbial olive branch, and it is bizarrely sweet. but...its WEIRD!

Weather: 0 DIY homepair: 1
ive always been a DIYer, but somewhat hesitant (slash lazy) to apply my crafty skills to home repair (expensive! dangerous!). but after a few weeks of waking up with a runny nose from the arctic air flow over my head at night, i decided to take action. apparently, my bed-next-to-window setup is more conducive to head colds than feng shui. so, after a few words of encouragement (cheap! easy!), i decided to jump on the plastic weatherproofing bandwagon. 30 minutes later, i whipped that window-plastic-tape-hair dryer combo into one badass airtight window seal. whatdoyaknow, i did a bang up job! i knew i had an inner macguyver hidden in there somewhere!

speaking of head colds....high on the list of weird things ive tried in my life is the neti pot. I also suspect this is pretty high up on your list of things you dont want to know (or picture), so without going into too much graphic detail, it actually worked!! I had a few blissful, irritation free hours of clear breathing until my arid apartment sucked the life out of my neti buzz. but man, those two hours were AWESOME. I did some extensive internet research pre pot purchase (involving multiple youtube videos i wish i could erase from my memory) to figure out if there was any way i could possibly cause permanent damage to myself. i didnt come across any 'girl tries neti and winds up in hospital' headlines, so i decided to take the plunge and try it. i wouldnt say its 'relaxing', or 'pleasant', but it works, so im on board.

and yes, the inevitable. class starts again on mon. goodbye nights and weekends. goodbye social life. hello poorly written lab reports. sigh

my get-me-through-the-workday song of the moment