On a Surprising Lack of Creativity

Today's gift on facebook? A silver ring.
Does this feel like a peculiar facebook gift to give someone? Like maybe the person who's designing it just ran out of ideas?
'Cause I kind of think that if anyone gave me a silver ring on facebook, I would think that they were saying "I wanted to go to the trouble of typing in my credit card information for a $1 virtual purchase, but I don't think you're worth the diamond ring. Or the pearl. Or even the little troll thing."

It's Hot Here

It's nasty here. Hot, and as it often is in Boston, humid enough to make you think you're drowning in humidity.
I want to go to bed, but I can't 'cause I'm doing laundry.
So instead, I'm sitting next to my fan, listening to Laurie Berkner tell me that I'm not perfect, but I hope you like me that way.
It's weird, but I'm kind of enjoying it.

p.s. While I do have an appreciation for Laurie Berkner, I'm listening to her because I'm uploading Victor Vito onto iTunes, not because she is my top-choice for music.

Children, or, Here is Where My Friends Stop Reading My Blog

Have you ever watched a child try to play catch with a doll?
My Favorite Child In The Whole World (who will for hereafter be called The Girl, because her old pseudonym's
just too long) got a doll yesterday. The doll's name is Sophie. We love Sophie very very much, and that is fantastic. She is Sophie's Mommy, and I am Sophie's nanny (while also being her nanny. It's an interesting arrangement). We feed Sophie and put her down for naps and take her with us when we go on adventures. This is especially exciting because we are engaging in symbolic play with Sophie, and that's something kids on the Autism Spectrum often have trouble with.
Today, while we were looking for fish in the Public Garden (a quest that was utterly pointless, but so much fun it didn't matter), The Girl fell into the duckling pond. With Sophie. As soon as I pulled her out, she screamed "I don't want to go in the washing machine!"
She doesn't have to, but Sophie might. This could be a problem.

A previous life

I am a nerd. This is a well-established fact. What changes, however, is the focus of my nerdy love.
In high school I took Latin instead of a "practical," "non-dead" language . I was horrible at it, but our Latin class was small (by senior year, there were only four people in it), and we bonded over the beauty of Ovid and Virgil. I relished my Latin nerdiness. It was one of those things that really defined who I was, in some weird way.
I haven't taken a Latin class in four years now, but, cleaning out my bookshelves at home yesterday, I found some very special books.



Yes, those are two DIFFERENT Winnie the Pooh books in Latin, Cattus Petasatus (by Doctore Seuss, no less!) and the Latin Bible.

These days, there is a whole section of my bookshelf devoted to books on child development and autism.

My, oh my, how things have changed.

Lemon Cake

James and I just had a dance party. In my kitchen. To celebrate the fact that we found enough lemons to make lemon cake.
And then I realized that my dance moves were stolen from My Favorite Child in the Whole World.
And I felt a little lame.
But then I kept on dancing. 'Cause it was fun.

I thought I was bad during finals

I just had three slices of bacon and some very dark chocolate for breakfast.
What's wrong with me?
At least it was tasty.

Sometimes I think

I think I should get out of bed.
Also, I think that updating my facebook status every five seconds unhealthy.

Abigail is. . . needing to pee.
Abigail is. . . going to the bathroom VERY SOON!
Abigail is. . . back from the bathroom and contemplating eating a sandwich.
Abigail is. . . toasting some bread for a tasty sandwich.
Abigail is. . . spreading some peanut butter on her tasty sandwich.
Abigail is. . . eating her tasty sandwich.
Abigail is . . . full from eating her tasty sandwich.

I think I need to stop.
But it's SO FUN!

I am uninspired

I had a craving for lemon cake today. So I got some at Starbucks. It was delicious. Or, mostly delicious. But it wasn't enough to staisfy my craving. I needed more. So I got some at Au Bon Pain on my way home. What I really needed to do was make the lemon yogurt cake from Orangette (I can't figure out how to link on a Mac, but it's orangette.blogspot.com). But I couldn't. Because I just couldn't. Because we had guests and I had spent the day thinking about encopresis. (Google it. Just do it. And then you'll understand how weird I am, that I willingly think about this sort of thing on a regular basis). So instead, I tried to make eggs for dinner. It didn't work out:



You can see it there in the trash can. It was bad.

Clearly, I was having a bad food day. This needed to be remedied. I brought out the big guns. First, I got the huge hunk of chocolate in a trash bag.



And then I got some delicious milk.



I took a bite of a), then drank some b). And then I repeated. And then I repeated again.
Really, I should just go to bed.

Advice

Watching SVU before bed is not a good idea.

Or maybe it just is not a good idea for wimps like me.

Oh, No!

Oh, No!
It's Gradumagation Day for my friends, and it's pouring down rain!

Gradumagation

Tomorrow my class graduates from Dartmouth College.
In taking a year off, I knew I wouldn't graduate with everyone else. I also knew that I didn't really care.
I have been in a funk for the past two weeks. I have cried more this week than I have in a long time. I'm not really sure why, but I have a hunch that it has to do with graduation.
I'm staying, and they're all leaving.

Wow. I'm good at happy posts, no?

I do have lots of pictures from Senior Week, and I'll write a post about that sometime, or post them to facebook. Probably both. Because why not put pictures in multiple locations on the internet? Why not make sure that people can see pictures of me AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE?

An Interesting Alternative

Cheez-its and frappucinos make an interesting alternative to stale stoned wheat thins and red bull.
Finals are almost over.

Comet is the Name of the Server that was Down

Date: 02 Jun 2007 22:32:00 -0400
From: A Girl Whose Email Was Also on Comet
Subject: damnit!
To: The Sororitee

damn comet made me miss a booty call!
now im maaaad!

Oh, My

Oh me oh my.
My email server has been down all day. Now it's back up and running, and I'm getting EVERY SINGLE EMAIL that I didn't get all day.
This is insane.
I missed a whole blitzwar about bikini waxes. I was kind of excited that I didn't get them.
Now they're coming all at once.
Yay.

Finally, the Much-Awaited Pictures! (Or, I Do Not Like Studying Cognition)

I finally figured out how to make my computer recognize my digital camera. It is quite complicated. First, you must plug it in. Then, it opens iPhoto, and then it uploads the pictures. Very very difficult.
Anyway, this means that you guys get pictures! Of my bed! And my new computer!
First, the huge bed:


Isn't it big and beautiful?
And this is what I get to look at every morning when I wake up:


And finally, this is the computer that I am currently typing this out on:


It allows me to take pictures of myself like this:


I'm so attractive.

Hmm

Last night I dreamt about mean people. They were mean and I got mad.
Today I have to read about cognition. I thoroughly enjoy psychology, but the part that I love is the touchy-feely feelings part. Brains are of no interest to me.
That is all.

Oh, Finals

There's nothing like stale Stoned Wheat Thins and Red Bull for breakfast.