I am obsessed.

Ahh! Thank you, Emily!

From a conversation with a friend.

i can't believe i didn't tell you about my dream last night

you, me, and big tom were running a roadside bbq restaurant

except we were the waitstaff and we were horrible and screwing everything up

and while everyone was complaining, you started singing "car wash" by rose royce and eventually everyone at the restaurant started singing and clapping with you

and both me and big tom commended you for saving the day disney-movie style i woke up and thought i had died

it's kind of poetic.

SAINTS! SAINTS! SAINTS! SAINTS! SAINTS!

I might get season tickets.  I'm in the mood. Luhhhh me some live 'n' rowdy basketball games!

It's really funny to go from working/living at a school that has absolutely no significant athletic teams (*cough* Fighting Violets *cough*) to a college that is D1 in every sport.  If only you could combine the two. "A good school with good professors but also fun and laid back and not full of snobbery," as my friend Meg says.

Socially-aware, poetic artists who are also tough, sports-playing, boisterous, mud-in-the-face types.  Girls who can explain the different theories of capitalism and wear literary t-shirts but who can also hit a three.  Guys who tweet their own prose poems and have a "thing" for Truffoat but also can work the fast break.


There's a reason why it doesn't exist, but for right now I'd like to be left in thoughts of my own little utopia.

Yeah, I have a Twitter.

Don't judge me!  It's my "job" to know the ins and outs and what-have-yous of all of this stuff.

Follow me, (and I'll) follow you!

On another note, I have 1940s cinema hair right now.  Sometimes I wish I lived back in an age where curly hair was more acceptable and "desirable."  A time where, in most media, the curly haired girl doesn't get "prettied up" in the make-over scene with use of a straightener.  A generation where the female crazy villain psycho killer doesn't always have wildly wavy hair!  It saddens me when people with curls kill the life out of their hair by forcing it into conformity.  Every day is unique for my people.  Our looks depend on the weather, the type of product, the choice of diffuser.  Isn't that more exciting?

Oh, sigh.

Change of pace...

These are my favorite paintings...because I'm SURE you've been wondering.

Largenee - "Mars and Venus"

Ingres - "Reclining Venus"

I'm crying.

The funniest thing I've seen in person.

Let Me Be a Girl for a Minute

I'm going to start a new genre of posts.  They will be called "Let Me Be a Girl For a Minute."

Sometimes I have to remind myself of this.  I'm not super "girly" in most ways.  I'm not one of those females that men flock to because of her feminine charm.  I don't wear high heels.  I don't wear much make-up.  I hate the word "bitch" and will refuse to call myself or any other female by it.  In fact, I hate when girls say, "Like, omg I know!  I'm such a bitch!" as if it's an admirable thing (although you menfolk tend to gravitate towards those females who do...maybe it's the same as girls being attracted to jerks and bad boys).  Anyways, despite all these superficial things, I am 100%, full-on, super mushy, sentimental girl species.  I just don't show it in the usual ways.  I show it by buying/making too-thoughtful of presents when it's not completely appropriate and crying while watching "The Holiday."  Stay tuned for more insight in my upcoming essay to be published in the Marco Polo Quarterly in November.

Anyway.

For my first installment of "Let Me Be a Girl for a Minute" I'd like to discuss my latest deepest, darkest girlish desire.

This time of year must be the most awesome time to have a mate.  It's pretty outside - until damp, muddy November - and then it gets better in December with the falling snow.  There's lots of fun autumny things to do like haunted hayrides and apple picking and driving around.  Whenever the holidays roll around things always get weird for me.  I'm used to being the baby in the family, up until my two adorable nieces came into the picture.  When you're no longer the youngest in your family, things shift. And it always seems like someone to snuggle with would fill that void.  Someone to buy awesome presents for, go ice skating, attend functions with, etc.

My main preoccupation lately is Halloween.  The day is rapidly approaching.  I will be spending my Halloween with the two chitlins and my sister.  Em and Mo will be dressed as Snow White and mini-Snow White, and my sister is going to be the Evil Queen.  At first I was going to be one of the seven dwarves, but SOMEONE decided it would be better if I were the apple.  An apple.  I'll do anything for those kids, so an apple it is!

The whole time, though, I'm thinking of perfect Halloween costumes for me and my potential partner.  Because all of you who read this know me, I probably don't have to explain my "type."  So I won't.
But, imagine this perfect costume: Beauty & the Beast.  Picture it.  Everyone knows I enjoy a good beard, imagine if I had whoever I was with just let it go cuhhhrazzzyyyyyy and then we got him that awesome royal blue jacket with the gold piping and I wore that yellow Belle dress.  It would be amazingggg!  And hilarious.  And adorable.  And and and and... I just imagine breaking out into song at a party: "...and when we touched she didn't shudder at my paw!"  No, I didn't!  I would never, Beast!

I find Beauty and the Beast so amusing because it is Stockholm's Syndrome glorified.  Identifying with your captor.  "Oh, you locked up my sick, old father and then kept me prisoner...but you're kinda being nice to me so...I'm going to fall in love with you so that I can more easily deal with this grim situation!"  It's ludicrous!  I blame Beauty and the Beast for my preference for hairy, dominating men, which started at a very young age (Vincent D'Onofrio, Alec Baldwin, Zach Galifianakis...would make WONDERFUL beasts and I'd pay any amount of money to see them as such).  Also, am I the only one who thinks when the Beast becomes human he's super unattractive and too delicate-looking?  That Beast was a handsome animal.

Another Disney-themed costume idea: Aladdin.  But I would make the man dress up in that white Sultan outfit with the floppy, puffy hat and the blue feather.  And those pants.  I'd do my best to pull off being Jasmine, no matter how pale I get.  If only so that I could finally have an excuse to sing "A Whole New World," which is in my head all of the time regardless of the season.

I hope you enjoyed this edition of "Let Me Be a Girl for a Minute."  I think my next normal post is going to be about the crazy Christian radio stations I've been listening to...

Assignment #1: Profile a "unique" student.

Of course I couldn't resist putting my own spin on the assignment... I'm good at conforming school tasks to suit my own personal desires.  Hope it goes over well!

So there's, like, the arch...and what else?

A heck of a lot!  Going up in the arch, going to a Cardinals game, meeting fire-eaters, good food, good drinks, the Westward Expansion museum...

I Loved The Lou.  And I loved having my own hotel room for the first time in my life.  St. Louis is a great city with a bunch of different pockets of fun.