Saturday, February 28, 2004
Arrrrgh!
This is the second time in to days that I have seen a Coldstone bowl in Westwood. (The first time, it was in a car near the co-op, tonight I saw one on a post near Whole Foods). Where are they coming from? Must find Coldstone. I miss Tuesdays.
I am constantly being thwarted by food. On Thursday I mistook a pan of hamburgers for a pan of chocolate cookies. Imagine my dismay.
And last but not least HAAA!
I watched Bridget Jones' Diary last night, and in the making-of-featurette, the author Helen Fielding said she DID base the story of Pride and Prejudice. Here me: Ye may be an English Major, but daren't argue Jane Austen with me for I shall cut thee down like a dog!
This is the second time in to days that I have seen a Coldstone bowl in Westwood. (The first time, it was in a car near the co-op, tonight I saw one on a post near Whole Foods). Where are they coming from? Must find Coldstone. I miss Tuesdays.
I am constantly being thwarted by food. On Thursday I mistook a pan of hamburgers for a pan of chocolate cookies. Imagine my dismay.
And last but not least HAAA!
I watched Bridget Jones' Diary last night, and in the making-of-featurette, the author Helen Fielding said she DID base the story of Pride and Prejudice. Here me: Ye may be an English Major, but daren't argue Jane Austen with me for I shall cut thee down like a dog!
Thursday, February 26, 2004
The Katie Strikes Back
Today, instead of sulking, I used the disorganization in the kitchen to mine own advantage. How? By stealing illegal fruits like strawberries and grapes. And making a yummy bagel pizza, which required the use of large equipments such as the oven and the opening of bags containing mozarella/parmesagne cheese.
Today, instead of sulking, I used the disorganization in the kitchen to mine own advantage. How? By stealing illegal fruits like strawberries and grapes. And making a yummy bagel pizza, which required the use of large equipments such as the oven and the opening of bags containing mozarella/parmesagne cheese.
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
This was written on the inside of by bathroom stall door:
"Hey Michelle. I wrote this for you. Happy Valentine's Day.
Anyway,
Eddie"
And he drew a heart. I thought it was cute, but how did he know which stall she would use? Or was he just guessing.
Anyway, here is a cool quiz.
http://www.bluepyramid.org/ia/bquiz.htm
I am One-Hundred Years of Solitude
"Hey Michelle. I wrote this for you. Happy Valentine's Day.
Anyway,
Eddie"
And he drew a heart. I thought it was cute, but how did he know which stall she would use? Or was he just guessing.
Anyway, here is a cool quiz.
http://www.bluepyramid.org/ia/bquiz.htm
I am One-Hundred Years of Solitude
Sunday, February 22, 2004
I ::heart:: the Tom Jones and Cardigans cover of "Burning Down the House."
Saturday, February 21, 2004
As this weekends' This American Life is one of my favorite shows yet, I highly suggest you check it out.
Friday, February 06, 2004
Okay, okay,okay. I haven't written much lately. My life is truly boring and nothing interesting/funny happens to me anymore. Here is a story I thought was amusing.
When I went snowboarding last weekend I was going down the trail, when I spied a group of skiers in the middle of the trail. It was a ski class. Uggh. Not that there is anything wrong with ski classes, I just seem to have bad luck with them. Case in point: I was veering around the class, who were tightly bunched but not moving. I did not veer to far, as there was not much room, but I was well clear of the class. At the last minuted the ski instructor stepped out from the group directly in my path.
And well I fell.
He looked down at me with contempt oozing out of his ski-school-issued parka and said, "Pay no attention to that snowboarder."
Gollee.
When I went snowboarding last weekend I was going down the trail, when I spied a group of skiers in the middle of the trail. It was a ski class. Uggh. Not that there is anything wrong with ski classes, I just seem to have bad luck with them. Case in point: I was veering around the class, who were tightly bunched but not moving. I did not veer to far, as there was not much room, but I was well clear of the class. At the last minuted the ski instructor stepped out from the group directly in my path.
And well I fell.
He looked down at me with contempt oozing out of his ski-school-issued parka and said, "Pay no attention to that snowboarder."
Gollee.
