I went to the doctor this afternoon, and it is only an upper respiratory virus that I have, which she said should run its course over the next few days. So, in the meantime, I am drinking fluids and taking Robitussin. And I bought a can of Spaghetti-Os at the drugstore because I have been wanting Spaghetti-Os…and I am 12 years old.
ALSO: We got a new follower on the NP Tumblr. One un-follows, another comes and takes its place. Yay. :D
I am sick (fever-y, congestion, cough, irritated throat).
And we just lost a follower on the NP Tumblr.
:(
Favorite Photo of Davy:
Are the writers from The Big Bang Theory following me around with a tape recorder without my knowing it? Because OH MY GOD.
AND…my name is Amy.
I just…asdfkjas;ldfkj.
AFF’s experiences are so damn similar to my own, too. However, I did have a date to the prom…although I might as well not have. Also, the following lines? HAVE BEEN SIPHONED DIRECTLY OUT OF MY BRAIN AND SPOKEN BY AMY FARRAH FOWLER:
“He was lonely and vulnerable from missing his girlfriend, while I was charming, supportive, and—let’s face it—in this dress, the perfect combination of Madonna and whore.”
“Oh, Penny, as much as I would treasure that the two of us had been defiled by the same man, Leonard just doesn’t get my motor running.”
“Then in the morning, I’ll send him an e-mail letting him know that this body is never gonna be his wonderland. [pause] I mean, frankly, you’ve got a better shot than he does.”
I just…my mind = blown. Amy Farrah Fowler, you are so my soul sister, it’s not even funny.
ALSO: Howard/Raj Moment of the Night:
Howard: “This may be hard for you to hear, but when I say ‘honey,’ I mean my fiancée.
[Raj whispers in Howard’s ear]
Howard: Yeah, well, now it means her.
[Journalist] “What did she say?”
[Jim] “I think she just said she loved me… I don’t know, it was awkward to hug in front of so many people but humm… Yeah, I think she just said she loved me.”
This is sooooo freakin’ cute!!!
Her reaction was the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. I love her and I love him and yeah.
OMG I just watched the clip on Youtube of this and and that was THE CUTEST THING EVER. They are so adorable together and I love how genuinely excited and happy she was for him! AWWW. <3333333333
I really like the current one - in fact, I liked it so much the first time I saw it that I looked at the photo credit and saw it was by his son. I was so intrigued that I looked him up and found his site, he’s a great photographer!
Yes! I was absolutely astonished the first time I saw it. What first appealed to me was the texture of this photo—I could almost reach out and touch Peter’s beard, or imagine it scratching against me as we kiss. So on a sensory level, it had a tremendous amount going for it. Beyond that, though, is just how open a picture it is. His entire story is written in his face and eyes—everything, both good and bad—and it’s like he’s letting you see that—and maybe it’s the first time he’s ever let anyone see that.
It’s sort of like we’ve been pulled into this private moment of his, and the expression on his face is so calm, as if to assure that it’s okay for us to be witnessing this, that he wants us there.
But, I digress. Yes, Ivan is a fabulous photographer. This is another one of his photos of Peter that is really nice:
Favorite Photo of Peter:
I had to pick two—one of him now, and one of him in the ’60s.
Now:
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Then:
All righty…well, I’ve never done one of these before, so I figure what the heck…this one seems best suited to my interests. SO…30 Day Monkees challenge it is. We begin!
Favorite Photo of the Monkees:
Hmm…now, this is a tough choice, because there are SO many that I love. But, if I absolutely had to pick…
and also this one (because it’s currently the wallpaper on my computer):
The time when television turns into penis pump commercials and trailers for the remake of Footloose.
Why? Why did someone decide to remake Footloose? WHY, GOD, WHY?
It’s totally okay! I think Tumblr has been doing that to a lot of people, for reasons unknown. So don’t even worry about it…all is good. :)
Classmate: So, where were you before NJ?
Me: Seattle.
Classmate: Oh, is it a cool place to live? Me and [other classmate] went to the Sasquatch festival and EMP.
Me: Nice. Yeah. I mean, it’s really passive-aggressive out there. I went after college to ‘find myself.’ Got my heart broken, but…it happens.
Classmate: It happens.
Me: Yep. A guy I fell in love with turned out to have a girlfriend the whole time and didn’t tell me. It happens.
Classmate: ….
Me: I mean, men lie. Present company (probably) excluded. But men lie. Or maybe just the ones I have sex with. I don’t know. But they do. Lie.
Classmate: …But the point is, Seattle is a cool place to live.
In honor of my 10-year reunion today. I wrote this piece a few years ago…it’s written in the first person, present tense, so you are essentially seeing this through the eyes of 18-year-old me. It’s called “A Paler Shade of White.”
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June 25, 2001.
Graduation Day.
One by one, we process into The Bowl—the glacier-made, grassy crater in front of the high school. We walk through the parking lot, past the crumbling wooden fence that separates grass from asphalt, down the hill to the bleachers and makeshift stage.
Eighty-seven pairs of shoes traipse across the damp landscape, marching past the bleachers where tearfully proud parents sit, cameras flashing.
One-hundred and seventy-four feet walk in a line, every person’s future imprinted on their soles.
