Lost in Translation might be the most truthful movie about life I've ever seen. It makes me feel like I can't be the only one who feels totally at sea.

What did Bob say to Charlotte at the end of the movie? I think he told her that though she may feel lost, the secret of life lies in experiences like the week they just spent together--a truthful connection between two people, and finding it in yourself to unselfconsciously explore the world.

Aaron and I's polymer clay creations! I concentrated on perfecting the macaron, which is a charm I've always wanted. I'm not sure I've perfected it enough yet, but I'm getting really bored with them. Meh.
That's basically what we did this weekend.

Future possibilities: trying my own version of mac&cheese, popsicles, and ice cream cones.

Random thoughts:
One of the few ways I can still tell I'm allergic to cats is that when I kiss B.P. on the mouth, my lips start stinging and swelling up where they touched him. This cracks me up, and I don't care that it makes me seem like a crazy cat lady. I kiss all my animals on the mouth, except fishie and hermity crab.

I love Parks and Recreation! Ben is super cute. We've been watching Season 3 on Netflix, and it's totally addicting.

I wish I could go back in time and be Anne of Green Gables. Life was so simple then.

I knew that of all the car companies out there, Honda would understand what I'm feeling!

My list:
1. Stay at a pod hotel in Japan.
2. See the northern lights (they even got that right!!).
3. Become a millionaire.

I'm sure that once I achieve #3, I'll be ready to pop out a little one. Just one though, don't want to get too crazy!

My current nail polish! Inspired by the Louis Vuitton Vernis Rayures collection:



And I don't know why the nail polish picture has to be me holding the nail polish container, that's just how it's done by fashion bloggers the world over...

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This is Dwight at the doggy dermatologist getting his allergy test. I gave Dwight his first allergy shot on Saturday. The three years I spent at med school seem totally worth it when I can trust myself with minor medical things like this.

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I recently read through Aaron's old blog, and it made me realize how important it is to keep up with blogging. His made me laugh so much and reminded me of happenings that I'd totally forgotten...which adds to my recent fear that I'm forgetting a lot more things than usual. Maybe it's stress, maybe it's age (after all, I did find six short white hairs the night before my 28th birthday), maybe it'll all come back to me (I hope), but for right now, when I try to remember certain things, it feels like reaching into the dark and touching nothing but mist and fuzziness. Which is very disturbing because my memory has always been one of the things I felt I could depend on.

There are a couple of things I should get down on virtual paper before I forget (the creepshow lady we saw at Mockingbird Station who gave both Aaron and I the Fear, for one), but somehow, I'm just not in the right mood for now.

So I'll leave you with the thought that Dwight loves the sun. Whenever it's sunny outside, he begs to go lay out in the sun like some daisy-duke wearing teenage girl. And then he lays on the ground with his eyes mostly closed, in bliss.

I wish there was a pill I could take to make me feel better about being at work right now. I don't think I've really understood people who take antidepressants until now. I usually don't really like taking pills, not even over the counter stuff like Tylenol, but if it could make me feel better at this point, I would take it in a second.

The problem is homesickness--it's a thousand times easier to go to work or school when your homelife sucks. Work or school becomes a way to get out of your bad situation, and enjoy a few hours of peace and dependability. But I have a warm sleepy dog, a warm sleepy cat, and a comfy bed at home waiting for me right now, and even though you may think this is a minor complaint due to laziness, I am so sick about being at work right now, I feel nauseous.

The problem is the atmosphere here sucks. It's humid in my room, and there's roaches that like to pop up in random places. There's also a huge industrial air conditioning unit that makes a constant loud background hum that I can't think over. And the building is so old and industrial looking, I feel like I am in jail.

Thinking about this school feels like pinpricks in my brain.

When oh when will my three day weekend come? Technically it's in 3 days but it feels like an eternity. This must be what hell is like--the promise of relief that never comes.