so i was trying on the witch costume with the red and white striped socks that i just got today with helen and i'm modeling it for sanaz and she tells me, "you look like a five-year-old who can't decide whether to be a witch or pippi longstocking." oh yeah, did i mention that i was wearing my hair in pigtails too?

man, i really need to study. just...after i eat and watch tv. ;D

man. i am so having trouble concentrating. i seriously just keep spacing out. there is something mysteriously pulling my eyes to the blank wall. and then once my eyes have fixed onto the blank wall, the zoning out process begins wherein my mind just goes completely blank (like the wall, fittingly enough) and...just...nothing. nothing. there will be nothing going on in my head for like, twenty minutes. i have no idea what it is. okay, well, that's a lie. i know exactly what's making me go all empty in the head, i just, you know, don't know how to stop it. this is not good. midterm season officially starts next week for me. help. stop zoning out... stop zoning out.... stopzoningout.... stopzoningout.... stop...zoning...out......ehhhhhhh.... *blank-eyed stare*.....

so this actually happened a while ago (and was told to me a while ago, too) but i remembered it just now. apparently, sanaz and helen were driving back home from somewhere and they passed a really big fire. and i believe it was helen who said, "uh-oh...looks like cherry's cooking."

[from an article in my eating disorders reader called "body wars: barbie dolls & body image"...]

one group, the barbie liberation organization, formed by a graduate student from the university of california at san diego, went so far as to swap the speech mechanisms of the talking barbies with those of g.i. joes, causing havoc for the toy stores that received the tampered merchandise. the talking barbies were saying things like, "vengeance is mine," while the g.i. joes were saying, "let's go shopping."

hahahaha.... on the back of the ajax dish liquid:

Caution: Do not use with automatic dishwashers.

well, geez, they shouldn't have put that in such small print.

ahhh...i love living with helen and melissa and sanaz. doing stupid funny things that make us laugh so hard we double over and stop breathing for thirty seconds. so i was in the kitchen with melissa making brownies and we were talking about genital warts (don't ask) and helen was participating in the conversation too but she wasn't in the kitchen. i assumed she was in her room, so after she said something, i walked out of the kitchen to say something else only i started walking toward her room and yelling in that general direction. all of a sudden, i hear from behind me, sitting on the futon in the living room, "uh...i'm right here." okay, i knew it wouldn't sound as funny on my blog, but we all thought it was hysterical and couldn't stop laughing. anyway.

cherry: how do you turn this [oven] off?
melissa: uh...hit the off button.

[in developmental psychology, on the topic of causes of birth defects...]

professor: so what would you do if you saw a pregnant woman smoking?
student: tackle her!!

oh, where are my manners? thank you so very much to helen for being our lovely dd. thank you so very much to melissa for rescuing me from drunk guys with bad pickup lines ("you're so beautiful. no, really, you are."). and thank you so very much to sanaz for being (or at least appearing to be) drunker than me so i didn't look quite so stupid.

okay, so short story, in a nutshell: went out partying tonight (at ben's!), got buzzed (not drunk; just very very happy) had a really cool conversation with this cute white guy named chris ( ;D ) but then ten thousand (drunk) guys came onto me preventing me from trying to talk to chris again and then everyone tried to hook me up with him (bruce!! even bruce!!) but...it wasn't to be. =/ he was cute. i am sad. i'm going to pass out now.

oh yeah, and i gave my "number" to a short mexican guy named george.