Lately, I have been totally obsessed with cuteoverload.com. I was going to make some self-deprecating comment here, but you know what? If Jason Schwartzman (who is undeniably, a dude) can like it, so can I.
Really, try it out. Soon, you too will be obsessed. In fact, I envy you. Because as of now, you have not even begun to delve into the many many pages of archives of cuteoverload, and I am almost halfway done with them, and after I am done, I will only have the daily uploads to look forward to.

Lately, I have been making a lot of meals at home with Aaron. Really eccentric meals, like pancakes and tuna fish sandwiches. And then we make them twice in a row, for lunch and dinner, because they are so good they need to be repeated. It's all because of Bisquick, the all purpose baking stuff. I first got it because someone gave us a waffle maker for the wedding, and then realized it can be used for so many things--baked chicken, biscuits, waffles, pancakes. So simple! So easy!

Ok, cuteoverload has totally invaded my brain. There's this whole language that the girl who runs the site uses--and the rhythm has invaded my thinking and everything I write sounds like her!

Soft kronsche to you, my friends!

Ack! I just found out a friend might be moving to Dallas soon! I don't make friends easily so I just have to wait till ones from the past reappear in whatever city I live in.

Here is a video of Dwight being scared of a statue. There are certain things that are uncanny to all species--terra cotta statues of little old men that are just slightly shorter than a normal human is one of them, disembodied legs coming in and out of the wall of a strip club on Bourbon St. is another (but that's another story).

Me and Aaron just discovered something really bizarre. Do this experiment if you have a laptop and have someone handy who is willing to touch your bare skin. lol.
Sit on the couch with your laptop resting on your bare legs. After a minute or so, have someone touch the skin on your arm with the backs of their fingers. Do they feel a fuzzy static electric charge on your skin? It was so wierd. Aaron just happened to touch my arm while I was on the computer and started freaking out about electricity passing through the computer to my body. If you're the one holding the computer, you can also touch the skin on the other person's arm with the backs of your fingers and feel the static on their skin too.
I wonder if this works with all laptops, or only certain ones. The laptop I was using when this happened was Aaron's powerbook, which is metal. It might not happen with plastic ones. I will try it sometime with my macbook and let you know.
Seriously, if I become telekinetic or something, I'm blaming it on Apple.

I took my anatomy lab test on Friday. It was hell. I couldn't figure out which door to use to get into the lab, so I was late and everyone laughed when I got in. Like, literally, it was that nightmaric moment in dreams where you're standing in a brightly lit room full of people all laughing at you, and their laughs echo forever in your head. It didn't help that right before the test I couldn't find my clipboard so I ended up taking this random wooden board I had sitting around the house. And then the test itself was hell. In elementary school, I could never understand how some people could have problems with spelling tests. I was always really good at spelling, and so really loved these tests because they were fun challenges that I knew I could do well at. And so when I would see a kid (all flustered, of course) turn in his spelling paper all wrinkled from the excessive erasing, with maybe even a couple of wrinkled holes caused by the sharp metal edge of an almost-finished eraser on the end of their pencil, it just never made any sense to me. Most likely, this was also the kid whose parents were going through a divorce, and so they also come to school with the suckiest lunches and ragged, dirty clothes, and just generally have a really bad time of it. Well, that was me on Friday. I was wearing some jeans and one of Aaron's undershirts because I figured I'd just have to change into scrubs for the test anyway, and then when I got to school, I realized I had left my pencil in the car and in a panic, just took one from the desk of the girl who sits next to me, who wasn't taking her test till later.
And then after the terrible test, I went back to the carrels to change back into my crappy outfit (I was not even wearing a bra...and Aaron tells me that the undershirt I decided to wear was so old it was almost transparent and the collar was all ragged because Aaron has a tendency of chewing on the edges of fabric.), and then this guy in my carrel wanted to thank me for a cd I made him, and so I had to talk to him a little bit, and this girl that was sitting there next to him also, who was just a little too smug about obviously doing well on her test. I mean, basically, this girl was me in elementary school. And I had become sad little latchkey kid. Anyways, as I was talking to them I did try to cover my front with my makeshift clipboard. Which I don't know if that made it any better, or just made me look more hilariously ridiculous and pathetic.

After the test, I took a really great bath to try to make myself forget that I'm a failure. It worked, to some extent. Then, me and Aaron went to the Hilton to cash in the free dinner our really nice neighbor who works there as a night manager got us for letting him use our internet for like, two days. It ended up being really fun, but sorta awkward because the food was so expensive I was embarassed to order. The waiter talked me into having a lobster tail with my steak, too. He was like, "You're not paying for it, anyways, right?"
So we got about an $80 meal for just the cost of a tip.

Finally, I have been obsessed with Guitar Hero ever since I went to Best Buy and this little kid challenged me to a game of it. It was really fun. So the next time I have $70 to blow for the game and two controllers, I'm going to get it.

Gogol Bordello is coming to Dallas!!! I can die happy. After another 5 Killers concerts, that is.

Today I bought a serial bowl (get it? get it??) with Jeffrey Dahmer's face at the bottom of it. There were three others featuring Charles Manson, John Wayne Gacy, and David Berkowitz. The guy who checked me out said, "So what made you choose him and not the others?" And I had to say, "He was the most attractive one."

Actually, it was also because Aaron had just shown me Jeffrey Dahmer's wikipedia page a couple days ago, which said one of his victims who was 14 years old escaped from his house naked and was brought back by the police, who left the kid with him after Dahmer said they were lovers, and had drank too much...And my sister just recently compared me to Jeffrey Dahmer.
So I basically had him on the mind. But it was too long of a story to explain to the checkout guy so now he just thinks I'm attracted to cannibals.

Tonight around midnight the dog next door, Jammer (a black lab mix) was barking up a storm in the backyard, causing Dwight to freak out and bark back, so we took Dwight out to tire him out. We walked him over to the pool, and took his tire toy for him to fetch. (he fetches but doesn't like to give it back. He likes to take it to an out of the place area and leave it there for safekeeping.)
So anyways, we ended up getting him to carry his own toy home. Which was awesomely cute! Here's a video of it.



On a related note, me and Aaron rented some Cesar Milan on our Blockbuster queue. It's definitely helping us teach Dwight to heel.

Also, nicest compliment ever: "You look really cute today. Do you want a flower to go with your dress?" (while walking into the grocery store)

My sister quit her blog, and now some wierdo has taken over the URL. Go read it...it's ultra strange.
Who would be friends with this guy?!

Here it is.