I can say with utter certainty, i KNOW that I have millions of fans. Even though not all of them know that they are fans, or have had the opportunity to read my blog, i know that if given the waning crescent of hope
to catch a fragment of brilliantly constructed sentence,
they would eagerly line up like blind-folded captives,
ready to walk off the wooden plank
and drown, in what i describe as my
casserole of genius.
as i sit in my cozy prison-cell like office, I am lucky enough to have my greatest fan drop by for a supervised visit. she sits right here beside me in her full esteemed regalia: coffee cup, scientific papers, and a red inked pen. she is most generous, and kind, and not bad looking either (wolf whistle here!!) few people are gifted with beauty AND wit, yet, here sits before me one so gifted. i am in awe.... (you sooooo owe me for this) and for this friend who is asking, confused, 'why do you say that?', i mean that you are good looking and yet still smart... jeeeez, international people, sheesh.
let me continue,
oh, yes,
and she is a good cook. this one is the whole package. sadly, she is taken, boys....so put your trousers back on. and don't let me forget to thank her for the tips (wink wink - if you know what I mean.) thank you. i must try them out tonight :)) ok. there you go. my ode to the kayak that rides in the nayak!!! (hopefully, this spiel will keep me supplied with free coffee for the next couple of days....) however, i do know that that my trusting, loyal, ocd-ish kayak is not my only fan.... because every once in a while, I get a feeling. its not a head shaking, spastic, shoulder shimming feeling. its just a simple down to earth, boiled russet potato feeling that there is one more sleep deprived, but still happy, smart, funny (or funny for me to make fun of), oh so terribly good looking (bordering on sizzling hot, och!), and not a bad cook, ladies, with not only an extremely sexy accent, but extremely good taste (obviously, since they are reading MY blog) is enjoying the random and creative tango that is taking place in my noodle. (that's brain, for you dirty minded folks out there....) this one is for you :))) alrighty them. spank you all for reading. I need to get some more 'tips' from the expert here. she is drawing out the 1 to 10 scale right now, and now some stick figures....
gotta lover her...
and I can't make her wait forever.....

its been almost one year since my previous post. this blog practically had an www funeral, and it is now trying to dig itself out of its internet grave. i'm here today to pull a dr. frankenstien, and bring back to life my half-assed creation. mary shelly should be so proud. but as dead blogs go, if I bring it back to life, i want it to come back as zombie. (zombies are the coolest! you heard what I said.) a bitchy, cynical, zombie that's going to return to its favorite pastime, being bitchy and cynical (while eating chocolate - i forgot to mention that this is a multitasking zombie; some genetical evolution has taken place in the midst of the blog death and decay.) resident evil can suck my very large, 10'inch co.... i mean pen.
so with no further interruption,
dum dum dum da da da da da dum (drum roll):
this blog has returned from the dead.
and i'm titling it: 'Mid-afternoon of the living dead blog'.
it is to be seen whether it will catch enough momentum and return to full undead status - please check back often for further updates.
(these things can not be guaranteed.)
god, I so love zombie stories.
I have no idea why.
its just the idea of a used-to-be-living, now dead, creature, up and walking about
with absolutely no purpose other then endless consummation of living, breathing, flesh.
so cool.
plus, there is also the whole 'survivor' situation, too. you know, the one where you think, 'what would i do if i was in an extreme life or death situation', and people's true belief systems come into play. are they cowards? are they selfish, self-centered bastards willing to lie and cheat to someone else' detriment, in order to get ahead.
I sooo enjoy these type of things.... immensely. reading about them is best. movies never capture (explain word for word in times new roman text) the thought processes that goes on behind the eyes of a person before they commit to some serious and consequential action. books reveal all... they satisfy this lust for the destruction of humanity and moral character. I love the breakdown process.
don't you always love to hate the ones that stick with their moral fiber. especially the religious and righteous all upity in their 'faith' and 'that's wrong' bullshit. they can go fu*k each other up their lilly white asses (cuz you know they are all white - yes, I went there. its my blog. I can say whatever I want.)
in any case, here is the demented resurection of my blog. just frosting has just come back from the dead. whooo haaa!

Charles David is having a 70% off sale! Whoo-hooo... except I have no money. Booo- whooo... BUT, that did/could/would never not stop me.... I bought three new pairs of shoes yesterday and totally had (and currently having) buyer's guilt, remorse, regret, whatever its called... One the shoes is cute, but I'm not, like, 'In Love' with the shoes .... Don't get me wrong, they are still FABulous, and ridculously dah-ling.... anyway, I have X-mas presents for certain peeps, and I hope you like them. The gifts took over an hour each to make, with the result of some fine looking perty cool gifts, as well as some hefty finger-nail flippage (the meat underneath my nails are three-obing)... and lots of driving... my prof just came by... gotta get back to grinding the mill...

Boycott Facebook!!!

I have been banned from facebook. Can you believe that!? And its not because I was doing anything inappropriate, but because I refused to give my birth date. Let me enlighten all you facebooker's... facebook illegally tracks your Internet history when you are NOT logged onto facebook. (They are allowed to track your Internet site history while you are logged on, so be careful about that too.) This information, topped off with your personal info (such as your birth date), can potentially be sold for lots of dough to the highest company to help manipulate and further brainwash us into buying their unnecessary, overpriced, and possibly hazardous (if made in China) products. (and let's not even touch the issue of stolen identities - all they need is your full name, birth date, and the last 4#'s of your SSN.) So log off of facebook right now!! And stay logged off. (those bastards!) All you stalkers, try Orkut.

Recently, there has been SO MUCH drama. And all of it ridiculous. I mean, why are there so many people in the world that can not react appropiately. So, let me clarify.... I recently found out that

This weekend was great. Lacking in sleep, but definitely great.

Weekend events:

Friday: Sushi dinner (with Sujata!!)

Sat: Shopping
Chocolate
Food Shopping
Peanut butter
Sat Night: Party
Cake
Sat/Sun late late night: Cake

Sunday: Cereal (tried to not eat cake)
Cake
Grace!
Coffee
Shopping
Thai (with Grace!!)
Cake (Grace, after you left, I demolished the rest of the cake)

Monday: Cake
Montster (I truely did try to wake up and go to lab....)
Sleep. (For the first time in the last since Friday.)

By the way, I have come to the conclusion that Hagaan-daz ice cream is superior to Ben and Jerry's... I have tried multiple flavors of each and Hagaan-daz has won hands down every time... even the light hagaan-daz flavors are better than the normal B&J's. However, for some reason, I keep on trying the different B&J flavors... hoping... Its probably because of all the kookie names they come up with... i mean, how could you not want to try Vermouthy ice-cream with sweet cream and coffee liquor, with cow (the actual morphological moo-animal shaped) chocolates and chunks of chocolate chocolate chip cookies (no, that was not a typo, there is, in fact supposed to be 2 chocolates...) B&J is the kind of ice cream you wish Cold Stone would serve instead of a (as in just 1, uno, yek, -i^2) sad little scoop of stale brownie bite mushed into some half melted vanilla ice cream... B&J's make the kind of ice cream I would make at home.... going so overboard that I end up with toppings toppings and more toppings, and some ice cream on the side.... I guess they put more junk in the ice cream in order to substitute for the mediocre you-know-what. Anyway, this is my fair and unbiased objective evaluation/analyzation (which I have been told is not a 'real', so must therefore be an 'imagninary', word)... it's not a necessarily well organized thought, but I just thought I would share these thoughts, and thought ice cream is always a cool thing to thought about. Please feel free to continue one this thought since I have done so much 'research' this week. I pint-a-day kinda research. Too bad I don't work so hard on my *other* research. Yikes...