Archive for March, 2007

O Canadia!

Saturday, March 31st, 2007

I’m leaving bright and early tomorrow morning to fly to Vancouver for a family ski trip, and I’m still totally not packed. And by “bright and early” I mean pitch black dark and still the middle of the night. I have to be at my office building to catch my shuttle at 5:25, which means […]

Me, Myself, and I

Monday, March 26th, 2007

I’m so tired of people using the word “myself” incorrectly. It is rampant. Why do people do this? And so many do. I am an editor. For my job, I edit things for correctness, or “correctaliciousness,” if you will. You would think my fellow editors would know when to say “me,” when to say “I,” […]

HAHAHAHAHA

Thursday, March 22nd, 2007

I just found this on YouTube while browsing for something else. Oh man, I don’t even know what to say, just watch it, and listen to the sound. I laughed so hard!
Dog or Chicken?

Resolution

Monday, March 19th, 2007

In middle school and probably high school too, and probably sometime earlier today, I would always pretend I knew what people were talking about, and I seldom did. I mean specifically pop-culture-type stuff. Somehow I just never knew. They’d be like, Oh, did you hear that new such-and-such song? And I’d be all, “Oh […]

Cranky Pants

Thursday, March 15th, 2007

I’m wearing my cranky pants today. Or maybe cranky shoes is more accurate, because it’s mostly because of my feet. As some of you know, I injured both of my feet in early December for the dumbest reason: I wore the wrong shoes in Disneyland. Ironically, these ones, that I was so excited about and […]

Birthday Cake

Monday, March 12th, 2007

It’s almost birthday-time for me, and with it comes a lot of pondering things & stuff. Cause, like, I’m almost 30, Peeps. I’ll be 28, which is 2 less than 30, and ten more than 18. In fact, when I was 18 years old, as a senior in high school, ten of my friends […]

Haikus for You’s

Wednesday, March 7th, 2007

I need to write more.
This blog is getting lonely.
Sorry, Internet.
Today was sunny.
I read a book in the park.
Don’t be too jealous.
With windows open
the whole house smells like flowers.
California rocks.
Men with arm muscles
make me get all swooney-like.
Show me those guns, man.