Fat Girl in a Little Suit, Fat Girl in a Little Suu-uuuit

A button popped off my jacket today as I sat at my desk.
This is obviously the result of a design flaw and not my zaftig summer tum. Right? Right.

Damn you Anne Klein!
(and damn you too, pasta.)

What Smells like Burning? Part II

A) Downtown
B) My laptop
C) Me

Answer: All of the above.
Yes, my downtown exploded yesterday. It was kind of scary, watching it from my window. Flaming
debris would fly into the air and land on cars which would subsequently catch on fire. Giant
fireballs shooting into the sky. And all before 10 a.m.

And yes, my laptop broke AGAIN. My screen went all pixel psychedelic and then froze. Blast. Blast
blast blasted computer.

Aaaand yes, I have been running around like crazy the past few days, trying to figure out how to
handle the stress of work and research and journal responsibilities. I went home with a pounding
migrane yesterday and today I started crying when my professor asked me a question on the phone re:
the work I've been trying to do (with no computer, mind you) and I finally had to say "I don't
know." Ow, I'm feeling the pain again in my forehead.

Stupid life. Stupid responsibilities. Keeping me from finishing Harry Potter. T.F. asked that I
please stop carrying that "thing" around with me wherever I go. First of all, I said, it's not
everywhere. It's anywhere where you're gonna make me stand around and stare at a wall for a while
when I could be happily reading instead. And second of all, I will put it down WHEN I AM FINISHED.

Anyway, laugh at this: http://www.wondermark.com/d/321.html(Mail to blogger won't let me hyperlink, so I'll have to fix it later. Sorry)

Is This a Test?

I'm testing the Mail-to-Blogger feature by way of this post. I'm doing so because my computer had a
hissy fit last night to end all hissy fits. It shut itself down and I couldn't turn it back on.

Crap crap crap crap crap. All I can think about are the hundreds and hundreds of files on my
computer that aren't backed up and that I am at risk of losing. Why didn't I back them up? Because
I am stupid. And normal, because who the hell backs up their crap?

There's around 50,000 songs on my iTunes, only about 3,700 of which are loaded on to my iPod. How
many tunes am I going to lose, if D*ll can't fix its POS product? Not to mention things like my
resume, my working list of judges, my emails, and my work on the law school musical.

Let this be a lesson kids. In both math and stupidity.

The phone call to my professor this morning (the one for which I'm doing research over the summer)
was like a little ruby red cherry on top of a giant sundae of ice-cream flavored joy. "Hi, I lost
all my work. I know we're horrifically behind schedule already, but I just wanted to let you know
that I have NO idea when I'll be able to access my files. If at all, actually. I may have to start
over. OK? BYEEEEEE!"

Anyway, I'm going to try not to think about it for the rest of the day. I'm going to gnash my teeth
down to little nubs instead.

While I'm Here...

I figured I check my stats, since I rarely post and rarely assume people are still reading. (Hi! Sorry!)

While I still get about 10% of my monthly visitors for people looking for neutra rats (see sidebar on figgy pudding if you're new to the neutra rat saga), I got what's one of my favorite random googles to date. Often I get people looking for people peeing their pants, or people in diapers, or some other related search that really makes you wonder what the other person's wearing and (cough) doing while on the interwebs. But this one, a hit from merry ol' England, has a comforting innocence about it that makes you think it's probably a nine year old boy, slightly geeky, trying to look cool in school tomorrow instead of a 30 year old man in his mom's living room.

So, without further ado, I am proud to announce that I am the Number One hit from Google UK for "What is a butplug?"

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Whycome You Don't Got No Tattoo?

You know how you've got your ipod on shuffle in the background and all of a sudden you find yourself thinking "This song is really good, why haven't I heard it before?" And turns out its been sitting in your list (if you're nerdy like me, you have a playlist of just the unheard songs in your itunes. Mine currently has about 600, which seems really inaccurate) for months and you just never paid attention? But you totally can't act like you were in on it from the beginning because DUH, you heard it before and didn't properly value its goodness.

So, yeah, Boy Kill Boy. Good stuff.

Also, good stuff: Idiocracy. I heard about it when it was being filmed around Austin, where I was living at the time. But then there were some weird, unsupported rumory things going around that the distributor was kind pissed and didn't want to promote the movie because it's message about big corporations retarding us, and I never heard of it again. But I saw it at the rental store and we watched it and I was literally laughing out loud. Basically, modern society makes us so lazy and stupid that we devolve into foul-mouthed imbiciles and those with high intelligence are too busy to procreate and keep the average IQ high enough that being a book reader isn't considered an epiteth. For instance, the doctor at the hospital's diagnosis of the main character is that "his shit's all retarded." So see it for it's commentary on language alone, or see it because the man's trying to keep you down! Either way, see it.

Fashion. Turn to the Left. Fashion. Turn to the Right.

Gautier’s Fall collection was my favorite of the Paris shows. The suits, the gold, the boots? Hot. Jodhpurs, though, are everywhere and growing old (I’m looking at you, Givenchy). I don’t get them and I won’t be wearing them. Do you hear me? I am not Katherine Hepburn, and you will not convince me otherwise!

Armani Prive was a very close second, though. Sparkly hats and hot pink stilettos. Mmm, punk rocky. It’s clear my tastes run towards the androgynous because I thought Lacroix was meh, Chanel, boring and weird. Galliano’s stuff for Dior was hot but there was one too many 80s prom dresses in there. And boooooo the ugly fur.