a bit of comedy for your pleasure

or perhaps more nonsense than anything; I suppose I might be easily amused :)

For one, the News and Observer, for all its roots in Southern propriety, is not so proper as to be above hosting a column lauding a certain article of masculine apparel. Yes, this past week "Check It Out," quite often my favorite part of the paper for its endearing tongue-in-cheekiness, was dedicated to the passing of a beloved and loyal jockstrap (in two segments, mind you).

Moving along, I recently decided that it is absolutely necessary that I take care of the formidable stack of dirty laundry piling up in my room, as my heart quite jumped into my throat one night when I turned out the light to go to bed and for a second thought there was a person crouching in my room, upon seeing the silhouette which darkened my window.

Lastly, I wouldn't be surprised if Cary, North Carolina, is one of the few places in the country where one can go to a movie and choose bewteen nearly a dozen types of beer, four types of gourmet cookies, and red or white wine. Oh and gourmet coffee, of course.

Speaking of the movie, I absolutely loved Pride and Prejudice, even though it departed from the book quite a bit more than I had anticipated (which, to be sure, was not even close to how far off the vast majority of book-inspired movies are). At any rate, lovely movie; bordered on the brink of a level of unlikely romanticism beyond even my taste, but never quite got there, fortunately. I think I would be hard-pressed to find any boy or man who could tolerate it without making fun, and equally pressed to find any girl or woman who wouldn't enjoy it thoroughly.

Annnd my dad has just informed me that I have somehow managed to lock myself out of my bedroom, and that he's having quite a time trying to jimmy it open. Oops.

Driven to Distraction...hopefully

downside of iPod: assists in reminding one of all the shows one wants to see but probably can't/won't

ohh COLDPLAY come BACK!




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i miss everyone



especially right now my dear future-fellow-crazy-cat-lady Sarah who in four short days is leaving all of us behind in NC :(
i mean, grad school? who does that? ;)

So, :

Take these shoes / Click clacking down some dead end street / Take these shoes / And make them fit / Take this shirt / Polyester white trash made in nowhere / Take this shirt / And make it clean, clean / Take this soul / Stranded in some skin and bones / Take this soul / And make it sing / Yahweh, Yahweh / Always pain before a child is born / Yahweh, Yahweh / Still I'm waiting for the dawn / Take these hands / Teach them what to carry / Take these hands / Don't make a fist / Take this mouth / So quick to criticise / Take this mouth / Give it a kiss / Yahweh, Yahweh / Always pain before a child is born / Yahweh, Yahweh /Still I'm waiting for the dawn / Still waiting for the dawn, the sun is coming up / The sun is coming up on the ocean / This love is like a drop in the ocean / This love is like a drop in the ocean / Yahweh, Yahweh / Always pain before a child is born / Yahweh, tell me now / Why the dark before the dawn? / Take this city / A city should be shining on a hill / Take this city / If it be your will / What no man can own, no man can take / Take this heart / Take this heart / Take this heart / And make it break


For whatever reason this song is just striking a chord with me right now [as i listen to it on my IPOD, aka the gift from Justin the Incredible Brother...not that he wasn't already. :) ] ....haven't heard it in awhile, and it nearly brought tears to my eyes. Which of course is none too hard to do, apparently, looking at the last 12 months and how they have both brought back a resurrection of my juvenile sappiness (which i thought had abandoned me a few years ago) and also engendered what i guess might be called growing pains...

It's been a weird Christmas break...new house, new traditions, less family in town, last Christmas break, last Christmas at "home" period, thoughts on graduation, closer to graduation, "real life" approaching (or encroaching, depending on how generous and adult I'm feeling), oh crap. And oh joy.

Etc. etc. etc. = tip of iceberg, naturally, but anyway...in spite of my normal Christmastime fanaticism of every single year I can remember since my birth, the Christmas spirit seemed not inclined to visit me until the actual day was already half over. Very, very strange. I guess I attribute some of this to the above reasons.

In keeping with my normal blogging habits, i'm not going to get around to half of what i even intended to write about because A) It would probably not be nearly as interesting as i think B) i'm tired.


To continue my iPod commentary (hmmm...this could be fun...everyone should try to identify the songs I refer to on here occassionally, and then readers you may or may not know will be oh-so-impressed with your musical savvy and probably want to meet you, they'll be so impressed...It might even be as fun as CatchPhrase, the ultimate party game.): anyway, so girls may indeed speak in code, but boys speak in rhythm?? What? I'm, like, sooo not even gonna go there. And if you have to ask, then I'm so not telling you; you should just know.

Sheesh.

10 days

...must certainly be a personal record of non-postedness, excepting, perhaps, Costa Rica.

I am glad that i have not missed the lack of high-speed internet, though. This lack of regret is partially due, of course, to the opportunity I have seized to indulge in frivoulous, non-edifying reading (i.e., not related to school, theology, or philosophy). God bless you, Gutenberg...

And it's back to work at the store tomorrow, cutting into my laziness but bringing a welcome financial relief.

I'm so glad i'm not going anywhere for Christmas this year. I'd like to enjoy my last one at home, in more than one sense...

I'm only indirectly a fan of change, I think, in that I'll admit to its great merits but still fight against the discomfort it brings.

These four weeks will be the longest period of time I will ever live inside this new house. How odd.

To thine own self be true.

...And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou cans't not be false to any man.

Hamlet



Just a little thought of the day. There are many more, of course, but final exam week inherently precludes pithy posts ;)