July 23, 2008

vegging out

So, for as long as I can remember, my friends have had this running joke about my vegetarianism, or lack thereof. Since I was about 12 years old, every so often I decide to become a vegetarian, and stick with it for about a week. After the first year or so, my friends started noting my “vegetarian attempts” and making comments like “So what is this? Vegetarian attempt number 57?” and things like that. Well today I decided that this is going to be my 58th and final vegetarian attempt. I decided that I can’t say I love animals and want to stop animal cruelty when I support the meat industry on a daily basis. And by writing it here I can’t back out of it. Unless of course I delete this post in a week. Which I won’t. I promise.
July 21, 2008
So, I’ve been noticing lately that my right bicep (is that the one? I don’t know the names of them) is noticeably bigger than my left. Yesterday I came to the conclusion that this is because I change the radio in my car with my right hand. This could be totally false, but it’s all I’ve come up with so far.
July 18, 2008

SO JEALOUS

of anyone who’s seen the dark knight already.
July 16, 2008
My cousins and I made French flags on Bastille Day. Lucy updated it a bit. I think Sarkozy will like the new flag a lot.
My cousins and I made French flags on Bastille Day. Lucy updated it a bit. I think Sarkozy will like the new flag a lot.
Vimeo
On a happier note, I finally started putting up some videos on vimeo!

I just got a wave of “wow, not being in France really sucks” depression. They’ve been coming and going pretty regularly for the past month and a half. Sometimes when I’m close to forgetting how much I miss it, I’ll see a picture, or read an e-mail, or tell a story, and it all comes rushing back.

The thing that scares me most is that it feels like I was never even there. It changed my life so much, and yet now I can only think of it as this weird, abstract place/state of mind I was in for four months before everything suddenly went back to normal. I expected to come back and everything would be different, I would be a new person, I would keep France with me even when I wasn’t there. But it doesn’t even feel like I was in France. It feels like I woke up from a vivid, wild, scary, funny, irritating, sad, loving, but ultimately beautiful, dream, and now I’m just trying desperately to go back to sleep and pick up where I left off.

July 14, 2008
Happy Bastille Day, tout le monde!
Happy Bastille Day, tout le monde!
July 11, 2008

Summer's finally here

My family rented a house on the lake for the next two weeks. My cousins and my aunts are coming too, I can’t wait it’s going to be soo fun! We had it last year too and basically just spent the whole time swimming, kayaking, cooking, eating, and playing cards. The only things one should do during the summer. And the best part is it’s only 15 minutes away from my house, so I can go home on Monday night and watch Weeds.
July 9, 2008
Gossip Girl on the front page of the NYtimes

(via juliaheffernan)

Oh man, September 1st can’t come soon enough!
I really hate these above the influence ads. Could they BE anymore melodramatic? Every time I see this commercial I hope it’s magically turned into a pro-weed ad and the guy will come out of the cocoon as a butterfly and like fly out the window or something and have a great time. But no, because clearly, smoking weed turns you into a fat middle-aged man.