Loose Ends

A few weeks ago, some friends and I had a gallery show/art exhibition. By gallery, I mean a friend’s living room, and by art, I mean everything from professional projects (art major show-offs!) to drawings in the medium of Dry Erase Marker. I debuted a photo entitled Silver City. My official, hoity-toity explanation of the piece went a little something like this: “My mom’s family grew up in Silver City and this picture is incredibly indicative of the town. The bright, artsy storefronts can only barely cover up the crumbling exterior of this former mining town. The title also juxtaposes the serene nature of the town name with the bright and bold paint choices. Plus, there’s a lady in sweat pants.” It’s a great activity—make sure everyone dresses in black and serve drinks (admittedly, we served mocktails) and cheese and grapes. Swanky!

Thanks for your book recommendations! I read Bitter is the New Black in one night—I love me some brutal snark. Jen Lancaster is my new favorite famous blogger. I also got around to The Sweet Far Thing. You guys, Libba Bray’s Gemma Doyle trilogy is deliciously dark and fantastically written. She does tend to get caught up in her own fantasy world every once in a while, but always brings it back to the action. That sucker was over 800 pages, so that took up a decent chunk of my reading time. I also got started on Slaughterhouse-Five. I’ve got high expectations for this one, but so far it’s holding up.

I saw 1) Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day, which is charming beyond belief. Lee Pace is smolderingly hot and Amy Adams continues to enchant me. (Ha!) Frances McDormand does beautifully at the titular character, but it’s the supporting cast that makes it happen, cap’n. 2) Leatherheads is entertaining, but nothing more. 3) The lil’ bro wanted to see Juno, so we saw that at our trashy dollar theatre. It holds up just as well on repeated viewings, homeskillet. (Note to self: Incorporate “homeskillet” into casual conversation more often.)

Free goodies! Yay! I won $25 to MP Designs, courtesy of Bloggy Giveaways. I need to get in my order for some of their cool, hand-engraved earrings ASAP. I also won one of Shark Bait’s Complaint-free Bracelets, so I’m excited to give that a shot.

I really should have taken care of this whole awards-giving thing, like, ages ago. Too bad! Jenn and Megan bestowed upon me the Excellent Blogger Award, which means a lot coming from those two. (Also! I'm going to be guest blogging for Megan this Friday, so I'll probably mention it a bajillion times from now until then. Be very excited, that's all I'm gonna say.)


Thank you muchly, ladies! I’d like to now pass the honor onto the following bloggers:
My cousin Miriam—Cutest family, not in the least boring! :)
Enna Isilee at Squeaky Books—Can’t wait for Shan-Con ’08!
My cousin (by marriage) Marissa—Again, cutest family! Great for all you mom-type people
Heather—Often thought-provoking and she's really nice, smart, funny, etc. to boot
Mindy Kaling—Dude, like she’d ever read this. But she’s probably my single favorite shopper/writer ever.

(Edit: I feel compelled to add this gem of a paragraph from one of Mindy's blogs. "When the concept of Sour met Sweet, it was like when Paul McCartney met John Lennon. Then when Sour and Sweet met Chewy, it was like they ran into Mick Jagger at the post office and had one long jam session. When Sour and Sweet and Chewy met Cherry, it was like the cops came to break up the jam session and the sheriff was Michael Jackson in 1981 and he like moonwalked all over the place. " You do not get more Grade-A Bad-A than this chick. Don't let me down this week with your episode, Min! Remember The Dundies? Take Your Daughter To Work Day? Can we just forget about the whole Benjamin Franklin disaster and get back to your Season Two roots? Thanks, love.)

Also, this list was extremely hard to narrow down. Let's just say I think you're all fabulous.

I started my final semester up here in the frosty north. Along with new classes and a new job as a TA, I also got an internship at the Family Crisis Center. (Which, I'd probably love to tell you all about, but can't. Pfff. Confidentiality.) Spinelli (my Mercury Sable) and Starla (my guitar) joined me this time ‘round. They also joined the club of Inanimate Objects I Have Named, the other being Gabriella, my iPod. (She is the music in me!)

Keep it real, homies.