An Ode to Lint

Hello there, Lint. I only recently realized what a big role you play in the saga that is my life. I always noticed you, but I wrote you off, never stopping to digest the fact that through thick and thin, from one coast to the other, in childhood and through adolescence into semi-adulthood, you have always been with me. Staking out in my bellybutton, migrating from my socks to the spaces between my toes, finding a permanent home in my sweaters and coats and blankets and pretty much any old fuzzy thing, you have coupled your existence with mine. I have even taken special note of certain members of your kind, like the Lint that resides under Timmy's "balls" that I pick at when pensive or the big blobs of Lint inside my boots. I am not sure whether to thank you for your loyalty or chastise you for being so damn annoying and persistent, but I am sure that wherever I may aimlessly wander to next, you will remain bravely by my side.

ASL pop song

I think I'm in love.

Must stop watching TV

and go to gym instead.

Why

does it seem like I'm the only one who isn't allowed to take things at face value?

Burp

I am on a mission to like beer. I have so far found one kind that I legitimately like, and a few that I can tolerate for a few sips (perhaps an almost-glass).

Much more significant than beer, however, is the recent degeneration of my toenails to short, dark stubs that exist more out of obligation than function. I once painted them in an attempt to disguise their unseemly appearance, but it felt kind of silly, like putting a tutu on a gorilla. Yet another one of the many tolls that dance takes on the well being of my feet.

When we were driving back from SF

it was really really foggy--we couldn't see more than ten feet in front of us--and there was a car coming in the opposite direction with its high beams on. The light scattered in the fog, and there was a sign in front of us which was silhouetted by the scattered light. The guy soon turned his headlights back down, but for about 4 seconds it was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.

It is somewhat mind boggling to know that there are little gorgeous pieces of nothing everywhere.

The Hurt Locker

is a good movie, despite the fact that I had to take a break at least every 5 minutes to calm my nerves and it took me 3 days to get through.

Probably not entirely true, but

(nicked from PostSecret)
(which doesn't have a URL so I'm not linking to anything)
(well it does, but it's a blog and this isn't on it)


I am officially canceling my New Year's resolution. I realize that one of the only things I like about myself is my immunity to drama. Why should I fight against it? Maybe not stressing out has given me a worse GPA, makes my life a little more boring. It also gives me a sense of perspective that I see a frustrating lack of in a lot of people. So screw it, I'm not going to go inventing trouble. Maybe it's less about making a big deal out of everything and more about just taking more risks. I will do that, and greet whatever hijincks result with open arms.

My mom made bad bread

so she wants to throw it away. But what she doesn't know is

(I secretly would prefer to eat it)

After over a week of being off

my phone has received:

1 mass new year's text from an unknown number
1 roomie text
1 message from my mom, and
0 voicemails

Sigh.

The thought that there is a man in the world in whose head this image originated

terrifies me.

I hate it when it is so cold that my face becomes numb and my nose runs and I don't know it's running because my face is numb and I frolic about with an unattended runny nose.

Even though my phone is dead

I still bring it around to pretend I have someone to text to in awkward situations.

Obligatory New Year's post

I don't know what made 2009 any different from 2008 or 2007, or what will make it any different from 2010. It's not that change has not occurred--it's just that it's hard to quantify the minor ups and downs of a generally unremarkable life into neat little units of time. In my mind it all just runs together, sometimes jumbled and never important.

I always like the think that the best and worst is still to come, but it's my biggest fear that this is not true. Maybe this is it. Maybe I'm doomed to forever reside in the gray, pleasant, bland space between happiness and misery. Maybe it's a sign that I spend every new year's eve in the claustrophobic limbo that is San Jose. Maybe tonight has merely marked the end of nothing and the perpetuation of nothing.

So, resolution: drama! suspense! an inflated sense of self-importance! Life should be more than just something that happens between periods of eating.