So, yesterday I selected out of my closet a pair of new Express Jeans and pulled them on, removing all six tags. I remember when I tried them on the top of the pants were a little snug, but I dismissed it as the large lunch I had recently consumed sitting around my middle.
But, like I said, I pulled them on, and they were still a little snug. And it was just the very tippy top of the jeans, not the zipper part. Well I looked at those jeans and the stud that fastens the top is half an inch off to the right. Ergo, the jeans are tighter.
First instict, of course, is to rip stud right out of pants. But what then? I'm left with stud in right hand and a pair of unwearable (not to mention brand new) pants.
I'm just seeing it as a built in belt that keeps my pants on after they stretch out kinda after a day's worth of wearing them. And maybe as an incentive to get active to avoid squeezed stomach whilst wearing really nice pair of jeans.

Anyway. Am kind of in a drifting mood. Maybe thats how I always am though, ambivalently happy to be alive and saddened by the world.

With awkward pants.

ahahaha

Where I uploaded this this might be against the rules, but maybe more like something thats like, "Purposes other than its original intent." And.....I'm just creativeSLASHdesperate. But I heard this song like eight months ago and really liked it, and now I own it. And am sharing it with you. And a little tip, it just sounds better if you turn your volume up.
Sia - Breathe Me

Oh phooey. Sometimes I wish I wasn't some ways some times. Mainly I wish I didn't wake up this morning and think about myself.

Not the fact that I was thinking about myself, but what I was thinking was what kind of made me unhappy.

Well, post-wise I missed Women's Equality Day, but heres my women who ROCK! list. In Pictures!

Deb Talan
Karen O
Shakira
Kiera Knightly (edit: 8/30/06 9:37)

Yeah, I'm probably stealing some bandwidth, but Blogger Photos isn't working too great, and I'll take em down after a few days.

Yeah, I know there's a lot more women who ROCK!

...So why don't you tell me!

edit: 8/30/06 9:44

In any case: Happy Birthday, Bloggers! Here's to 7 more.

(Oh, the birthday logo is a dog because of that whole "1 human year = 7 dog year" thing. And there should be more dogs in birthday hats, don'cha think?)

-Blogger Buzz

Cute.

Well I'm back at school. Things are different, and by that I mean things are different than they were at home. Which, I guess, is to be expected. woo.

Last night Michelle and I invited a bunch of people over to make/eat cookies, and we went from two tentative guests to a grand total of 12 guests by the time the evening was over.
Might they have been over just for the cookies? Perhaps. Particularly since one male friend slyly noted "Well, if you ever want to do something like this for dinner...." Mahaha...it was still a great way to spend the night before classes started.

So, obviously classes started today; the one I was kind of worried about might not be so bad, I really like how she has pretty much told us how she would like everything done. I am just slightly overwhelmed by how much of the content is online -- reading something on my computer screen can only hold my attention for a paragraph or so.

Even paragraphs about Ben Kweller.

Anyway, I don't feel too overwhelmed, which is a positive thing. And I bought a planner today...I opted for the cheaper one because who knows how much I'll use it. Erm, maybe it should be more like "lets see how much becky can use her planner."

But let's talk about food. Today I made myself Macaroni and Cheese! And last night for dinner I had cereal, strawberries, and animal crackers.

Cute? Perhaps. I was thinking more "adorable"....

;-P

"people are just people like you!"
-regina spektor

I heard this song again today. Figures.

I really should go to bed. But I want to find that Snow Patrol Remix and I want to keep listening to Josh Ritter.

But sleep is beginning to sound good.

Hey remember two years ago in the summer before I went to college how I regularly stayed up until 2 or 3am?

I still remember that time when we were dancing
We were dancing to a song that I¹d heard
Your face was simple and your hands were naked
I was singing without knowing the words
-josh ritter

I got my hair cut today, and everytime I go several months of letting it shag out, I always begin to view the trip to the salon as similar to a trip to the Confessional booth...

Forgive me, hairdresser, for letting my hair get to this undignified status. My last haircut was April twelfth.

Then again, I might have to go to two hands to count the number of years since I last went to Confession.

I also went on a two hour walk today, and frankly, I don't remember thinking about anything in particular.

School starts a week from tomorrow. Cats is over, and that makes me kind of sad.

i want so much to open your eyes
cuz i need you to look into mine
- snow patrol

sigh, the first weekend of performances is over. I have had a phenomenal time, and was reminded why I did it in the first place. It might be just because I wouldn't typically do something like that, but now I have! Plus I get annoyed/hysterically laugh every time after a show about my hair, because it is huge and foufy and black-ish with paint and then I take a shower and the water turns murky and a black ring forms in my bathtub.

It's a riot.

Unfortunately I went 123% all weekend and kept waking up at 5:30 in the morning for five nights in a row and am now just tired. Plus today was kind of ....meh. And I don't want to think about everything else.
But thinking about all that's to be done in the next two weeks is leaving me with my hands over my eyes, not willing to even peek through the spaces between my fingers.

but this is this and that is that.

This morning I woke up at 8:51 by myself and WANTED to get out of bed.

weird.

I've been thinking about what I read/wrote yesterday. The article's good about saying we have to remember there are some things that are right and wrong. And we shouldn't freak out and think someone is trying to impose his moral code on us if we disagree with someone. At least you stand for something.

I'm still getting confused by the concept that people keep telling me we need to look for and search out and be content in, and that is "universal truth."

And then I am provided with step by step instructions how to find it. Because everyone else has apparently figured everything out.

Its not a crime to live everyday and smile and smirk and trip over things and listen to music loudly while closing your eyes and help other people because you can and hug your friends and love your family and love God in as much as a sense as you can...right?

I feel really stupid right now because I'm thinking about truth and life and stuff I just think about in my idle time and because sometimes thinking about that gets in the way of DOING.

mahahaha, oh those intentions.

For some levity, I recieved a mass email from Ben Kweller that had pictures of his new baby....SO adorable. And linky-dinked me to this video.

And this is why I love bk.

Oh I love it!

Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are
Ha ha ha bless your soul
You really think you're in control

Well, I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
Just like me

-gnarls barkley

I now use Firefox. At least on this computer.

Unrelated: Maybe now's the time to start writing that book.

Unrelated: Here's a really great article from a really great website.

And here's an excerpt:
"The Death of Truth"

This is not a 'morality' we simply tolerate; we champion it. We take pride in our tolerance, yet tolerate no one who doesn't share our moral open-mindedness. 'Who are you to pass judgment?' we ask. 'Where do you get off condemning a nurse for what she does with a foetus that was dying anyway? Or for criticizing the sexual preferences of siblings? Or for challenging another's view of art?'

This stinking stew of ethical nothingness is the sad legacy of the sixties. Yet when our own moral philosophy turns us into victims when our personal liberty is interrupted by random acts of anarchy - suddenly something like moral consciousness tries to lift its head.

(read the rest of it here)

One of the things I've always loved about getting up early in the morning is that you see humankind innocently living life. We all stretch our rejuvinated muscles when getting out of bed, take a half moment to breathe in that distinct morning air, calculate mentally everything we have to do that day. We all have tastes of orange juice, coffee, toothpaste. We're all off to do the routine we do everyday, and even though it is routine, each has his or her own.