People in my town have bad eyes I think.

By christa 3 May, 2007 best of loafe, vol 1, random

I wonder what the library is trying to tell me. The last few books I’ve rented, or wanted to rent, have been available only in large print. What is up with that.

So lately I’ve been having to carry around these giant books with this huge type. I kind of like it though, all those big letters marching steadfast across the page. I don’t mind lugging around a book heavy with all those yummy words, large and in charge may they be.

As far as books go, I don’t want to like Special Topics in Calamity Physics, for many reasons both obvious and secret. I am enjoying it despite myself. I’m about 75-pages deep (75 LARGE TYPE pages, which is probably 4 or 5 regular pages), so final judgment is reserved until I’ve finished. There are a few little things that annoy me, annoyances that might grow as I continue to read; some stylistic and vocab choices, and a writing style I’ve employed any number of times but was criticized ruthlessly in my writing classes for…she does it much better than me I guess. Anyway, I will let you know my opinion when I’m done. You are waiting with baited breath, surely.

In other riveting books news, after falling in love with Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, my heart was smashed to bits by Haddon’s 2nd novel. As I read the first few pages, I came to understand the darkness surrounding me wasn’t night falling but rather my extreme boredom marrying my extreme disappointment.

In other words, it sucked.

For this, I grieve.

p.s. I don’t technically live in a town, but this city is so shitty I refuse to call it one.

Playing outside

By christa 1 May, 2007 ry pics

Now that it’s finally starting to warm up, we’ve been spending a lot of time outside.

Ry on the swing set

I took this picture of Ry the other day when he was climbing around the swing set in the backyard. It’s a sweet scene, I like it a lot. I uploaded a few more photos to my flickr page.

Not that you care, but after I uploaded the photos to flicker, I noticed that I can email pictures from the mobile phone to my flickr page. My new phone lets me take pictures. I love taking pictures. I love sending things. I love using the phone.

They’re making it too easy for me to waste my time, these people. I should pay for flickr, maybe I’ll use it more.

I’m a weakling

By christa 1 May, 2007 random

I fought the good fight. I braved the impossible. Now, after all these years, I’ve finally succumbed. I got a cell phone.

Sigh.

Bank accounts, cell phones, mortgages, fancy purses, a car payment!? What’s become of me? The real Christa needs to stand up already.

The minute you start hearing about my investment portfolio and retirement options, punch me in the face.

I think kiehl’s is making me break out. thanks gina.

By christa 27 April, 2007 random

I listened to michael penn’s march on the way to work this morning and it made me so happy to listen, and I thought for sure I was going to be in a good mood all day, and I was. Or I thought I was anyway, I believed I felt pretty goovy, but then my boss asked me if I was feeling alright, I seemed a little off, was I okay?

Which makes me think that maybe I wasn’t in as good a mood as I thought. but jeez, I must totally be cracked, if I feel like I might be in a good mood when I’m actually not. And my supposed good mood feelings were being displayed as un-okayness to everyone around me. It’s like, you feel okay, but the people surrounding you keep asking “what’s wrong?” and “are you okay?” and “did you take your medicine?” etc, leaving you filled with self-doubt and worry, because if all these jerks are wondering what’s wrong, then something must be wrong. Right? RIGHT??!?

Only I guess I wasn’t rocking my patented Michael Penn Mood, at least not like I should have been. You know why? Because my damn banana family and their band of constant noise. The morning circus made me miss all the good parts of the album, all my favorites, I wasn’t able to stretch my lyrical legs out in dreamy solitude or adpot that I’m-in-a-music-video coolness. Not with Ry saying “mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom mom mom mama, mommy mom mom mom mama mamamamamamamamamammomom mommy mamo mama mom mom mommy mommy mommy mama mama momma momey mom mom momma MAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAAMAHMONEYMOMAMAMAMAMAMOMMY” and Gordon honking and twitching and talking.

Then later, after I got to work and decide to pop in the headphones, the freaking ipod is dead. mothersunofastore. No big deal really, I wasn’t crying on my computer you know, I wasn’t even all that annoyed, I just played some drone zone from itunes radio and did my thing. It was all copasetic.

But I guess not. The whole musical enjoyment smack down tweaked my vibe and my boss picked up on it, because later she gave me a present, all packaged up nice in a big yellow envelope. And not just big. ginormous. you know those private detective envelopes, the kind they always have the racy photos in, the ones that prove adultery once and for all? It was one of those, only times ten. I could put Ryland in there and mail him, for chrissakes.

Inside this giant envelope was the shiny pretty masthead proof, straight from prepress. And there, my name, all black and texty in its glossy glory. eeeeee!!!! I love it. My boss is the coolest girl in the commonwealth.

Now on to hockey. I’m loving the playoffs, I am really loving them. Very enjoyable. I was wondering though, if maybe it feels like pro hockey is becoming an insane, life-sized game of chess, fantasy hockey for all the rich old men. White men.

I suppose I should just move to fricking canada already.

frigging canadians.

why do you do it to me?

p.s. I read over this quickly to make sure I didn’t make any boneheaded mistakes like the last post, but I’m sure I did and I don’t care right now. I want to go to bed. being awake is so overrated. and for losers. I’m neither overrated nor a loser, grammar and punctuation be damned.

p.p.s. or is it p.s.s. I think it’s p.p.s. I am both overrated AND a loser, but grammar and punctuation? you two still be damned.