John Krasinski Interview

An oldie but a goody.

New Ingrid song

For those of you who are already Ingrid fans, this is one not on either of her albums. This version was shot in Kentucky, but she sang it last night in Nashville too.

Love it.

I'm a big girl now, see my big girl shoes

Um, yup. That's me. With my arm around Ingrid Michaelson. She was fabulous. Nashville was fabulous. The drive home was not fabulous and I officially hate Missouri, which is problematic because it is home to the and only Artichoke Annie's- the single biggest and best antique mall you will ever see.

I'm exhausted. I will never catch up with all my school work and I graduate from college in 6 weeks.

Commence the freak out.

Also, Ingrid and I are bffs. She's stellar.

Just letting you know in advance

This week is impossible.

Also, I'm leaving for Nashville on Saturday. If anyone has been to Nashville and knows of things/places I need to do/see, please comment and I will thank you next week, when life will begin to slow down again.

Ugh.

Yup. I'm that girl.

I changed my profile picture. I hate to admit that I'm one of "those" anythings, but I am. I like those ridiculous emo weird angle profile pictures. And where else can they be used except for blog profile pictures? I feel like the fact that I'm indulging myself in even keeping an internet journal requires that I take those sorts of pictures. Anyway, that's my official excuse.

This week I finally went on a bike ride with Jamie. It was a rather humbling experience. I still remember back in the day when Cassandra and I would ride our bikes all over town, marveling at how much more fun bike riding was when you were allowed to go past your own block. And now I can't enjoy it. I can't enjoy it because sometime between quitting volleyball and discovering beer, I have lost all muscle mass. It's ridiculous. It was a perfect day, a wonderful trail and the endorphins should've saved me. Instead, I felt completely guilty. I'm 22. It shouldn't be this hard. My beautiful, wonderful, strong big sister is off running 10ks and I can't even handle low impact bike riding. It's time to reclaim... something.

Tonight I went to see StopKiss. It was not excellent. Then Amanda and I ate cheese sticks and personal pan pizzas for dinner. She drank Mountain Dew. I got stuck in the bathroom. We both felt sick minutes after eating. It was most excellent.

I am now spending the remainder of my Friday night catching up on emails and watching the end of Stranger Than Fiction. What is it about Maggie Gylenhaal that makes her so dang cute? Is it her clothes, or her clothes plus her tiny frame? Because I think I could do the clothes. And I could work on the hair. Today I used mousse! It was an experience. Either way, I'd like to be Maggie Gylenhaal, sometime in the future.

EP of the week: Elizabeth and the Catapult
Forgotten but wonderful artist: Aimee Mann
Indie movie I should love but don't: Mutual Appreciation
Office quote of the week:
Andy: They say you should never mix business with pleasure. Really. Well then explain to me how a putt-putt golf company operates.

K-State on College Gameday

I'm a proud mama.

Am I invisible?

Yesterday, three things happened that made me feel like I was disappearing.

First, I sat down in class. In this class, we sit in a big circle. The desks are suffocatingly close together. And every day I go to class and hold my breath, hoping that I will get through the hour without having to enter into any awkward socialization with my classmates. Except for the boy who smells good. I hope that he talks to me. Anyway, yesterday, I sat down and the two grad students on either side of me started a conversation across me. With their elbows on my desk, completely blocking me from existence. Uncomfortable. Invisible.

Number two: At the end of class, the boy sitting next to me got up, flipped his backpack over his shoulder and his strap hit me in the face. But of course, no one seemed to notice. Then good smelling boy got up and crossed the room... to talk to girl on the other side of me. Strike 120.

Number three: After a frustrating day, I started walking home, only to round the corner and be hit in the face again with the arm of some guy's sweatshirt. He at least noticed that his sweatshirt hit something, but didn't acknowledge me.

It's interesting, because when I'm at the grocery store, getting a salad, for example, I hate it when there are people behind me that are waiting for me to finish. If someone comes up next to me, part of me wants to just abandon the whole thing and go look at the potatoes until they all go away. But the second that I start becoming so invisible that people hit me in the face and not notice... well, that's not really what I'm going for.

I don't want Garbage! I want Sprinkles!

Okay. So the sleep deprivation was totally worth it. I'm getting so spoiled with these hour long episodes. So much funny.

Michael: We had a foreign exchange student live with us when I was young. And we called him my brother. And that’s what I thought he was. Um, then he went home to what is now formerly Yugoslavia, taking all of my blue jeans with him. And I had to spend the entire winter in shorts. That is what Ryan is like. A fake brother who steals your jeans.


Happy Friday, all! Sunflower Showdown tomorrow. FSN. 11am. I'm hoping it doesn't end in deja vu.

Musical discovery of the week: Jaymay. Right now these lyrics are my thoughts.

Gray or Blue- Jaymay

I feel so helpless now, my guitar is not around
And I'm struggling with the xylophone to make these feelings sound
And I'm remembering you singing and bringing you to life
It's raining out the window and today it looks like night

You haven't written to me in a week I'm wondering why that is
Are you too nervous to be lovers, friendships ruined with just one kiss
I watched you very closely I saw you look away
Your eyes are either gray or blue I'm never close enough to say

But your sweatshirt says it all with the hood over your face
I can't keep staring at your mouth without wondering how it tastes
I'm with another boy; he's asleep, I'm wide awake
And he tried to win my heart, but it's taken time

I know the shape of your hands because I watch them when you talk
And I know the shape of your body 'cause I watch it when you walk
And I want to know it all but I'm giving you the lead
So go on, go on and take it, don't fake it, shake it

(Charming,
Crazy eyes have you,
Are they gray or blue,
I wont make the move,
You must make the move,
If you make the move,
I will then approve,
If you do not move,
We will surely lose)

Don't second guess your feelings you were right from the start
And I notice she's your lover, but she's nowhere near your heart
This city is for strangers, like the sky is for the stars
But I think it's very dangerous if we do not take whats ours

And I'm winning you with words because I have no other way
I want to look into your face without your eyes turning away
Last night I watched you sing because a person has to try
And I walked home in the rain because a person cannot lie

Time Zones

Things that have always baffled me:

1. Time Zones
2. The Post Office
3. VCR Recording
4. Cottage cheese
5. Jumper cables

Tonight, I stayed up until 2am, because I thought that I read on the website that they would post the new episode of The Office at 2. Turns out that was 2 pacific time. Meaning 5 eastern, meaning... sometime tomorrow central. I wouldn't have to stay up this late if I could figure out my stupid VCR and tape something other than 122 minutes of static. Also, my cottage cheese smells like rubber cement. I think it was wise not to eat it.

Also this week, I have finally figured out what people meant when they said,

"I loved college, but I would never do it again."

I love college, but I will never do it again. Except grad school. Which doesn't count. This has been a completely ridiculous week. But for no good reason. It would've been a fine week if I hadn't watched 36 hours of football last weekend and spent the rest of last week well... being silly. Sometimes I feel like I'll always be a hormonal teenager.

Also, I like being 22. Whenever someone would ask me my age before, and I'd say 21, they'd look at me like I was drunk or hungover or in the process of one of those. Even if we were at church or it was 2pm on a Tuesday. Anyway, I say I'm 22 and people don't really have an opinion. So I suppose that's better?

I should really be asleep right now.

Last thing. I found this quote this week and I really like it. I also like that it makes me seem like I read a lot of Anais Nin.

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage."

Words to live by.