Ode to Apple

World, meet the Perfect Apple.
Perfect Apple, meet the World.
How deliciously you view the World.
Full of optimism and juicy sweetness.
Untainted by the conniving worms of the world.
But alas, you may be bruised.
Beasts may take a bite out of you until all that's left is your tender core.

How sad.
But how absolutely tasty you were.
Mmmmmmm.



R.I.P. Apple. 2/17/08

Cowboys and Indians

Ok let me just start off by saying:
Yes, the term Indian is currently politically incorrect. But seeing as I am neither in politics, nor in possession of vast amounts of time in which I am able to write "Native Americans" repeatedly, I will be using the term "Indian" to refer to those wonderful people who are known as "Native Americans."

I recently came into possession of an Urban Outfitter tunic tee featuring a Chief and some bison and hills and other things that I can't really tell because, well, I'm wearing it right now. And as I was getting dressed this morning (skinny jeans, new shirt, plenty of teal jewelry), I reached a dilemma. Do I go for the boots or the pseudo moccasins? I love my boots and they'd match the western apparel, but is it a conflict of interest? Do I wear my moccasins? Is that too costume-y as Michael Kors would say? I tried on one. Then the other. One on each foot. Lift one foot. Lift the other. Finally, I asked my sister. She would know what to do! She said a definite no on my boots. They look like elf shoes.
That cinched it.
Boots it is.


And here's the shirt:

And my cheesy mcgee outfit:



just as an aside, no I am not 12 feet tall.

And also...I didn't use the term Indian as I thought I would. Go figure.

school is for fools

What exactly are you supposed to do on a day off? no school. no work. just a giant abyss unfolding in front of you. absolutely endless opportunities to catch up on homework, get some spring cleaning done...OR take the less traveled- and by far more fun- road. pull out your parents' old vinyl records and dance the day away. i periodically take inventory of my parents albums (since you know those records that they accumulated 20 or 30 years ago tend to multiply during the dark days they're alone together), just doublechecking which artists i still love, which i newly love, and which need to be immediately placed back into their cardboard cover never to be seen again (think poco. don't get me wrong...poco's great, but after listening to all TWELVE of their albums...that about enough poco for me thanks.) but there really are some winners in those two album boxes.
newfounds:

time peace: the rascals greatest hits


rod stewart's a night on the town.
(who knew they had that album?)
this is the one with "first cut is the deepest" on it.


stillgreats:

beatles box album from liverpool
all of their albums really...but this one encompasses pretty much all of them.


george benson's give me the night


heart's dreamboat annie

this is what my living room looked like.
oh and i was cutting out more magazine pictures for my bulletin boards, hence the massive amounts of glossies on the floor and table.
oh AND that album on the top is bonnie raitt's sweet forgiveness.



all in all...a rather successful- and oh so productive- day.
so go bust out some old records and experience the bliss.

Day One

Well, this is officially my first blog. I've recently been inundated with friends, acquaintances, and random men on street corners who insist that blogging is the way to go so...here I am. Being as this is the first of probably many to come, I won't use up all of my absolutely amazing anecdotes now. But never fear, they will show up at a later date. For now, let me just say that one of the most amazing experiences that you can have is making your own food. Not just hey let's throw a box of macaroni on the stove, but full on making up your own recipes. For example: "berry medley"/blackberry/granny smith apple/vanilla ice cream/mocha frappucino smoothies. Hit those up some time. you'll be amazed.
Go make some food.