day one hundred fifteen.

happy dance friday, green men and women.

day one hundred fourteen.

i got a new phone and its stock ring tones are terrible/wonderfully named.
we have:

• funny donkey
• finding neverland
• hip hop guy
• teens
• soft beam of light
• razzle dazzle

i went with "muzzy tone" because it sounds doogie howser-ish (though i'm not sure what a muzzy is).
technology is so charming.

day one hundred thirteen.

I suppose

it is time to examine my conscience,

to make a clean breast of it and amends

to such as those I might have offended.

Attende Domine et miserere! Lord

I’ve sinned with my eye and did not pluck it out,

and with my hand and yet my hand remains

blessing myself against Your righteousness.

I’ve sinned with my mouth and loved the sound it made.

(thomas lynch)

day one hundred twelve.

taking a short break from the loveliness of female shame guides from the '60s, which will be back later in the week (i am a tired person today). my job is a gift that keeps on giving.


i like this:it speaks to me.

source

day one hundred eleven.

100 Ways to Popularity, c1963
by Joan O'Sullivan

lesson three: again, knees together.

exhibit a- have you heard about hugo and kim?

exhibit b- sex: a problem.


exhibit b cont'd- kissing is EMOTIONAL okay (if you're average)


exhibit c- and look how shapely her legs look when she is flying angelically instead of sitting.

oh, and there's more.

day one hundred ten.

100 Ways to Popularity, c1963
by Joan O'Sullivan

lesson two: continue being beautiful in every way. people (mainly boys) will like you.

exhibit a- you look hotter standing up.

exhibit b- smell like a toilet (it's cheaper)

exhibit c- thin girls are happy girls, and already know that rule about never sitting down.

exhibit d- don't overdo it

tomorrow- lesson three: SEX (?)

day one hundred nine.

listen up, ladies (and gentlemen, but mostly ladies)

learn how to climb the social ladder, circa 1963!

100 Ways to Popularity
by Joan O'Sullivan

lesson one: look hot.


tomorrow- lesson two: look hot some more.

day one hundred eight.

happy dance friday, nevernudes.
coming this weekend: a very special 3 part series (from the 1960s) on how to behave, LADIES.

day one hundred seven.

happy birthday, earth.

i can feel the end of the semester in my bones.
i just want to wear dresses and eat watermelon all the month of may.

(photo via cake wrecks, but i don't have the exact link because i saved it a long time ago sorry okay)

day one hundred six.

this summer, i'm going government.
not the FBI, but i'd better get an ID badge

day one hundred five.

the last few days:

day one hundred four.

i forgot to tell you all about the time (last thursday) when i had to attend a public computing conference for no discernible reason.

seat-filling is my specialty.

day one hundred three.

my glassware is angry.

i spent the early afternoon eating toast and watching snl (a favorite sunday activity), followed by an hour long walk among the cracked sidewalks of champaign.
now, it is paper writing time.

day one hundred two.

i woke up at 8:00 today to wait for fedex and decided not to go back to sleep.
i spent 2 hours reading my urban lit book for class:

it is not my favorite thing. i should have gone with something less romancey. i wonder if the author or other modern romance writers ever read the dialogue to themselves aloud and think that this is the way people really converse. or have sex. or if they expect their readers to. i get that it's supposed to be a fantasy of what love and romance is, but it ends up just making me laugh and/or sneeze, because sometimes i sneeze when i am bored.

then i spent about 2 hours cleaning, shelving my books, and putting my shoes in rows by the door (except for my snow boots, which i finally banished to the closet so that i don't have to think about how it will snow again eventually maybe).

i'm seeing the antlers tonight:



a nap may be in order.

day one hundred one.

because we could all use a day off.

day one hundred.

this is a book from 1951 featuring real animals. i can only imagine it was made to frighten children into not asking their parents for a pet.

(click any image for a bit of a closer view, because that is something you might want to do if sight is not your favorite thing)


this is precisely what i look like when i get to class.

if i knew you were coming i'd have baked the photographer.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8AOfbnGkuGc

so, this is supposed to be a well, and not gallows. i think.

oh great, they killed one.

i'm a pretty girl.

this dog wants to kill himself.

the ever-snarky review, this time wildly appropriate.

happy one hundredth day.

day ninety-nine.

working on a cataloging project i put off for about a month and is now due.
i'm pretty sure 90% of it is going to be screenshots accompanied by the words "providing access to" and "ramble ramble something about AACR2 and oh, here's another screenshot."
good to know that i haven't developed any better habits in my aged state.

i saved a few weirdo things for my 100th post tomorrow.
which means that if you are reading this, you are invited to the weirdo party.

day ninety-eight.

today was a good day because i only had to run my towels through the dryer once, saving $1.00 for the first time ever.
but then i did a cold wash load and left a kleenex in my pants pocket.
laundry is just a roller-coaster that way.

day ninety-seven.

this is a bear without fur.
thank you for your time.

day ninety-six.

i forgot about tearing this out when i was home for break. it fell out of a book yesterday.

spring continues to woo me.

i have to go read a romance novel now.

day ninety-five.

day ninety-four.

GOOD MORNING, DANCERS

day ninety-three.

this concludes another installment of "i learned more today from my breakfast cereal than my online class."

day ninety-two.

rainy day.
someone next door is playing their guitar on the porch.
i wonder if it is the same person i heard throw up that one time (oh how i hope, i hope).

day ninety-one.

the button would not stay down.

aliens.

maritime primates.

paint pens.

they smelled like heaven. if heaven was made of flowering trees near dormitories.