Thursday, July 31, 2003
I got a pedicure today for the first time ever with Emily and my feet look HOT.
Random thought:
Every time I buy a clever new hat, I try it on and stare in the mirror, wondering "Is this something Gwen Stefani would wear? Or is this a hat Gallagher would wear?"
Right this instant I'm sittting in an impossibly beautiful condominium filled with art I could never afford. I'm 11 stories off the ground. A block away a street festival is going on, and I can see the people milling around from the window. I can crack open the window and hear the musicians perform. The window in and of itself amazes me. We are perched in one of the tallest buildings in downtown Salt Lake City and yet the windows are as large and wide as doors with no screens. Nothing between the window and the long drop. I'm amazed people don't tip out more often. No, morbid thought. Strike that. Reverse it. Still, it seems quite a lot of responsibility to be giving so many different people clustered on the many stories of this huge warren of human activity. I guess thats what maturity really is. Handing so many people a perch in the clouds and not posting some guy with a net on each windowsill.
Oh and PS: Gangs of New York is the most bloody brilliant flick ever. Did you know there were pirate gangs who worked the riverfronts of the Five Points? Sadie the Goat was one of them. She was a girl pirate. She earned her name headbutting people and then stealing their money. When I imagine what she looked like, one word comes to mind. Sturdy.
Every time I buy a clever new hat, I try it on and stare in the mirror, wondering "Is this something Gwen Stefani would wear? Or is this a hat Gallagher would wear?"
Right this instant I'm sittting in an impossibly beautiful condominium filled with art I could never afford. I'm 11 stories off the ground. A block away a street festival is going on, and I can see the people milling around from the window. I can crack open the window and hear the musicians perform. The window in and of itself amazes me. We are perched in one of the tallest buildings in downtown Salt Lake City and yet the windows are as large and wide as doors with no screens. Nothing between the window and the long drop. I'm amazed people don't tip out more often. No, morbid thought. Strike that. Reverse it. Still, it seems quite a lot of responsibility to be giving so many different people clustered on the many stories of this huge warren of human activity. I guess thats what maturity really is. Handing so many people a perch in the clouds and not posting some guy with a net on each windowsill.
Oh and PS: Gangs of New York is the most bloody brilliant flick ever. Did you know there were pirate gangs who worked the riverfronts of the Five Points? Sadie the Goat was one of them. She was a girl pirate. She earned her name headbutting people and then stealing their money. When I imagine what she looked like, one word comes to mind. Sturdy.
Wednesday, July 23, 2003
Hey, its me! The girl who isn't around ever! I bet the none of you who read this blog have been saying to yourselves, "hey, self, where has that girl gone? I have nothing to glance at in the three seconds before I go to Homestarrunner and after I check my e-mail! Well, here's the honest truth.
I've run away to sea to become a pirate. No, just kidding. By "running away to sea to become I pirate" I really mean
1. I've been nannying my ass off for a little five year old boy I will refer to as "Spudnik" to protect his identity from my fans. Fan. Fanlessness.
2. I've been reading Under the Blag Flag by David Cordingly. Is a radly book on the actual reality of pirate life throughout its golden age. Did you know there is only one recorded instance where someone was forced to walk a plank? Did you know pieces of eight were smelted from Central American silver? And that dubloons are golden pieces of eight? But don't take my word for it! (cue Reading Rainbow theme song)
3. Preparing for my 21st birthday. August 14th, people! Start on the gifts! Hang up the balloons! And buy me a drink!
I've run away to sea to become a pirate. No, just kidding. By "running away to sea to become I pirate" I really mean
1. I've been nannying my ass off for a little five year old boy I will refer to as "Spudnik" to protect his identity from my fans. Fan. Fanlessness.
2. I've been reading Under the Blag Flag by David Cordingly. Is a radly book on the actual reality of pirate life throughout its golden age. Did you know there is only one recorded instance where someone was forced to walk a plank? Did you know pieces of eight were smelted from Central American silver? And that dubloons are golden pieces of eight? But don't take my word for it! (cue Reading Rainbow theme song)
3. Preparing for my 21st birthday. August 14th, people! Start on the gifts! Hang up the balloons! And buy me a drink!
Sunday, July 13, 2003
Best...movie...ever...
Sunday, July 06, 2003
Tee hee hee. Pardon me while I giggle uncontrollably. Yes, I bought Dragonriders of Pern. And yes, I do harbor the delusion that I too truly deserve not only a seat on the train bound for Hogwarts but a really sweet Keeper gig on the Ravenclaw quidditch team and a shiny new wand. I suspect I'd be excellent at Transfiguration. They might even put me in AP Transfiguration, or like college credit Transformation. And then Dumbledore would be all "hey Linden, you're so awesome! Want to be a prefect?" And I'd be all "Sorry Professor D, but what with my amazing success as Ravenclaw Keeper and my AP Transfiguration classes, I really don't have time!" And then I'd eat a chocolate frog and walk off arm in arm with Oliver Wood to make out in the shrieking shack.
Thursday, July 03, 2003
Does anyone else ever wonder where the old tires on the side of the highway go?
And while we're on the tricky questions, why does my landlady's dog hate me? I tried throwing it some treats and it ran away like they were stinging death bees.
And while we're on the tricky questions, why does my landlady's dog hate me? I tried throwing it some treats and it ran away like they were stinging death bees.
