To Blog, or Not to Blog...

That is the question. Whether 'tis nobler to blog about nothing or not blog at all... Okay, I can't keep that up. Just know this! I hope to post some kickin' blogs over Christmas, so don't despair. I'll be back! And better than ever!

One tiny tidbit to tide you over: The new X-Men movie trailer: Now with 100% more Gambit than previous X-Men movies! Yay!

http://www.myspace.com/x-menorigins

A strange problem

I talk about myself all the time on this blog. Oh, sometimes I mention things that I think are important or fun, or something, but on the whole, this is dedicated to me talking about me. With noble purposes, of course. So all of you can keep up with my life! It has nothing to do with my enormous egg. I mean ego.

So here's the problem. For my independent study, I am supposed to write a 3-5 sentence bio of myself that will be put on the website near my contribution. Neat, right? Seriously, it's exciting. But I can't think of a way to sum up myself in 3-5 sentences. One is supposed to be about my schooling/career plans, and the other 2-4 just things I think that kids/teachers/librarians would find interesting. Ack! And I only have 1 week to get 'er done!

Maybe the problem is that I don't know how to be brief. I can wax eloquent, but I can't sum up. I need to find inspiration! Perhaps I need to try harder. Or take a snack break. Watch some videos on YouTube. Or just look in a hollow tree. Inspiration? Are you there?


Nope. Just bugs, cookies, and a couple of elves. Maybe I could just blurb myself.

"Meredith, 25, is filled with whimsy and childlike fun, in spite of grownup hardships like graduation and job searching. She enjoys reading, walking on the beach (no, really!), eating too much junk food, the color pink, and British accents. She hopes to someday own a dog."

Tonight, tonight (sung to the tune of that song from "West Side Story")

I went to see "Twilight!!!!" There was much giggling (I was partially mocking the cheesiness, partially reveling in it), a few squeals (I can't help myself!), some outright laughter (Charlie and Mike Newton are in contention for my favorite characters. Who knew they were both so funny?), and a whole heck of a lot of air clapping. You know, where I pretend clap, so no one can hear me, but people can still see me express my excitement/approval. Yes, it's kinda cheesy, but so is the book, and really, that's a lot of what I like about it. Also, I could ogle the fine looking gentlemen. Carlisle is a fox! Also pretty much all the vampire guys, but we all went a little crazy for Carlisle. I am psyched for the rest of the movies now. Go Team Jacob!


Jacob haters, calm down. I heart Edward too. And that rascally Mike Newton. And Emmett. Oooh, and Carlisle! Oooh some more, and my fav. from the books, Jasper. Good times.

I can see the future!!!!

I had a dream a few nights ago that one of my friends, who is in the Navy, told us that he was shipping out, and we were all sad he was leaving. Of course, this was a silly dream, because he's not in the Navy in the way where he would get on a ship and sail away. I think he works at the Naval hospital in Bethesda. But then, the next day, he told us he was moving! And we were all sad. Crazy, huh? I totally predicted the future with my dream, only my dream made it more interesting. How clever my subconscious is. Now I would like to make my skills predict my future. See previous blog entry for why.

In other news, I am officially a cell phone addict. I never thought it could happen to me, but it has. I inadvertently left my phone at home today, and I think I'm going crazy. I cannot function without the option of calling someone! I railed against cell phone junkies for years, but now I can't say anything. I'll have to start mocking people who rely too much on text messaging. I have so far resisted that siren song.

A Mystery

What is small and inky black and goes, "Moob?" The answer is from one of my new favorite books, that I really must suggest you all read. Well, it's actually from the sequel, but whatevs. Anywho, the book is Larklight and the sequel is Starcross. A third book just came out last month, but alas, the library does not as of yet have a copy. But I'm assuming that it's brill as well. The books, which are science fiction, but more accurately categorized as Steampunk (I just wanted to impress you with my knowledge of genres), are hilarious and exciting. Seriously, I cannot recommend them highly enough. And the audio versions are a hoot.

The other mystery is how I'm ever going to get all of my work done by the time the semester is over. Eek! I don't mind telling you that it has come up much faster than I ever thought it would. I'm very excited for Thanksgiving and then Christmas, but I'm not looking forward to after that. I do not like having things totally unsettled in my life. It's unsettling! So I guess the final mystery is "What am I going to do with my life?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?"

A really lovely way to go to sleep at night

I recently discovered the most wonderful thing on YouTube-the divine Richard Armitage reading bedtime stories for CBeebies on the BBC. For those not in the know, this is Mr. Armitage:


Bwa ha ha!!! I'm not really sure why having Richard on my blog causes me to burst into spontaneous, evil laughter, but it does. Please rest assured that it is very pleased evil laughter. Anyhoodle, Richard Armitage is mostly really hot in real life on and North and South, which I highly recommend, especially for those of you who generally enjoy miniseries of classic literature made for BBC. Of course, he's a very talented man who has also been in other things. Now, so that you (and I) may drift off to peaceful slumber, here are a few links.

I'm Not Going Out There http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QHO2TM5Op4&feature=related

Winnie in Winter http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GSo1KQ78Whg&feature=related

The Lost Acorns http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBWrqXmdzWw&feature=related

I have heard rumors of two others, and if I ever get confirmation, you shall be the first to know! Good night, sweet blog readers!

Meredith Rocks the Vote

Considering how much am I wishing this election would just get over already, I have been surprised by how sad I am not to be able to do the traditional voter thing today. I sent in my absentee ballot last Thursday, so all I get to do today is be sad that I didn't get to go wait in a long line of voters, go into the little booth, and get an "I voted!" sticker. I actually don't feel too terrible about the line, but I really miss the little booth and the sticker. It almost feels like I didn't really vote! All the fun is taken out of election day without the little booth and the sticker. That being said, I will not be watching the election results. I figure I will find out anyway, and if I have to see one more second of election coverage, I think my eyes will implode. Yes, implode. Gross!

I am mostly sick of all the negativity, coming from the candidates, the parties, the supporters, the detractors, the media, etc. Or maybe I'm just sad that no one ever pulls a Linus: "Under my administration, I will purge the kingdom of our spiritual Babylon! I will rid the school of all false idols!"

Check it out, people. Election comedy gold! Who else would mention the Great Pumpkin in a campaign speech? The same kid who sits in that really sincere pumpkin patch, or tells Charlie Brown the true meaning of Christmas. Truth be told, Linus can always be counted on to bestow little nuggets of wisdom on the populace. A collection of my favorites:

"You've heard of the fury of a woman scorned, haven't you?...Well, that's nothing compared to the fury of a woman who has been cheated out of trick-or-treats."

"Never jump into a pile of leaves with a wet sucker."

"I thought little girls always believed what they were told. I thought little girls were innocent and trusting."

"I've learned there are three things you don't discuss with people: religion, politics and the Great Pumpkin."

"I never thought it was such a bad little tree. It's not bad at all, really. Maybe it just needs a little love."

"Charlie Brown, you're the only person I know who can take a wonderful season like Christmas and turn it into a problem. Maybe Lucy's right. Of all the Charlie Browns in the world, you're the Charlie Browniest."

"Sure, Charlie Brown, I can tell you what Christmas is all about."

"I can't memorize something like this so quickly. Why should I be put through such agony? Give me one good reason why I should memorize this."

"Gee, do they still make wooden Christmas trees?"

"In the year 1621, the Pilgrims held their first Thanksgiving feast. They invited the great Indian chief Massasoit, who brought ninety of his brave Indians and a great abundance of food. Governor William Bradford and Captain Miles Standish were honored guests. Elder William Brewster, who was a minister, said a prayer that went something like this: 'We thank God for our homes and our food and our safety in a new land. We thank God for the opportunity to create a new world for freedom and justice.""

Gee, I'm not sure how this post turned into a Linus Love-fest, but that shows what can happen when you don't get to go into your booth and get your voting sticker. It messes with your world view.

Hallowieners

I don't have too much to say right now, but I don't feel as though you should all have to wait to see my awesome Halloween costume. So here ya go:


I am a magician, not a witch. I don't actually have magical powers, and I don't do tricks. They're illusions! For those not in the know, I am a member of the Magician's Alliance from "Arrested Development." Only three people at the party knew who I was. And that's my friend Luci. She made her wig out of crepe paper put through a shredder!

It was a great Halloween, complete with one of my favorite Halloween activities, Donut on a String.


If you think that image is frightening, consider this- I lost by like 5 minutes. But I didn't lose any of my donut to the floor, and I was the only one who had to eat the stupid powder kind. The other contestants had plain and chocolate covered! I had to go slow so I wouldn't choke on powdered sugar! It's a real fear!

Even More Awesome than I Dreamed it Could Be!

Yes, dear readers, you read that right. High School Musical 3 was off the hook! I laughed, I cried (not really, but I was kinda sad at this part in the middle), it became a part of me. I have been humming songs from the movie all weekend and today. I've been wishing that Mountain View High School was as cool as East High and that my life was a musical. Also for a sweet tree house in my back yard. The Boys are Back, y'all. And the girls, but if you've seen the movie, my way makes sense. Wow, I'm going to stop before my head explodes from the awesomeness. Go Team! (Wildcats, of course)

Come to the temple

Last night I had a really cool experience at the temple. It was stake temple night, and the temple presidency is being released. We had a special meeting up in the 7th floor priesthood room with the temple presidency. Wow, it was so amazing and beautiful. When I walked in there, I really thought, this is probably what the Celestial Kingdom will be like. I also happened to see Maren and David at the temple, which was exciting and made the whole experience even more special. If any of you ever get a chance to go to a meeting like that, you should go. I'm really glad that I did.

Harry O'Lantern

As promised, the fruits of my pumpkin carving labor. Ta da!!!


Pretty impressive, huh? I carved this little fella as part of a boys against girls pumpkin carving contest with the ward. Winners don't have to clean up the Thanksgiving dinner. Trust me, we want to win this. Unfortunately, I think the boys might forfeit. I don't want us to win because they're lazy. I want us to win because we're fabulous!

Kadona also carved a pumpkin for the first time ever, and she was very impressive. All of these are from different sides of the same pumpkin!




Girls rule! And Boys suck!

Shifty-eyed Weirdos

I was talking to Annalee a while ago, and we were discussing the awkwardness of looking someone in the eye. The problem is, aside from the personal invasion of course, that it is physically impossible to look at both of a person's eyes. You have to pick one, or stare at their chin, or maybe their left ear. Or you can be a shifty-eyed weirdo and switch back and forth between their eyes. It's weird! And Awkward! And Un!Comfortable!

To illustrate my point, I was recently watching the cinematic classic, "A Walk to Remember," and since I hadn't yet reached the inevitable, tragic end, I was actually watching the screen instead of blowing my nose or pretending not to cry. Anywho, Mandy Moore's character is trying to look Shane West's character in the eyes and she just keeps going back and forth, back and forth. I giggled a lot. Then I sighed, because they shared their first kiss that wasn't an off script addition to the crappy school play. Good times.

So, the moral of this story is that when in a situation that requires eye contact, don't be a shifty-eyed weirdo. I don't think it's super impressive to potential employers, dates, ecclesiastical leaders, etc. Life might be easier if we were all cyclops. Cyclopses? I'm not sure of the plural here.

Things I'm excited about

I am so super psyched!!!!! about several things coming up.

Numero Uno: High School Musical 3: Senior Year! Huzzah! October 24th, baby! And to whet your appetite, here is a picture of Zac from the upcoming issue of Entertainment Weekly.


His hair is a little funky, but honestly, he has lovely eyes.

B, it's almost my birthday!!!!!!! And Chelsea's too. Yay! I love birthdays!

Finally, the Twilight movie! I am enough of a girl to admit that I have watched the new trailer ten billion times and squealed like a little school-girl! I also discovered this great picture that made me squeal. And I'm not a Twilight squealer. That sounded weird.


Its good for me to have some fun things mixed in with my soul-crushing real life activitays.

Short story short

Cause I don't have tons of time. But I thought I should mention that I have decided to stop blogging when I'm depressed or otherwise having extreme emotions, such as panicking. I think it really shows when that's how I'm feeling. I will only blog when I am feeling aloof and snobbish from now on. I'm sick of my posts turning out like this:


I also tried to find a picture to illustrate what I want my blog to be like (preferably me with my nose in the air, looking extremely disdainful) but I don't have anything like that. Instead, I have some pictures of what I suspect my blog is actually like:


Or maybe this:


Good times.

Truthiness hits my blog!

There are a lot of things I don't understand in this world: politics, Latin, the popularity of Dancing with the Stars, etc. Luckily, Stephen Colbert decided to explain one of these things on his show a couple of months ago--The Oil Shortage. Hopefully this link works for you, and you will soon be as edumacated about the whole thing as me.

http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/179263/august-13-2008/formidable-opponent---offshore-drilling

Contradictions

Do you ever feel like maybe some contradictions in your life are holding you back? Lately, I've been thinking that maybe some things would happen for me if it weren't for this killer combination-my enormous ego (some of you thought that was going to say "enormous egg," right?) and my crippling insecurities. On the one hand, nothing's ever quite good enough for me, and on the other, I'm never quite good enough for anything. Am I alone in thinking this? I don't know how to explain it any better.

In other news, I would like to assure everyone that I am not starving! I have food, I just didn't have the ingredients for the specific food I wanted to make for dinner that night. I worked with what I already had. Yay me!

Don't Panic!

And always carry a towel. Well, I gots a towel, but I am freaking out. Let me tell you what, sometimes being a grad student blows, and this is totally one of those times. I am currently extremely low on fundage, so much so that I am forgoing a much needed oil change to Moya the Camry, who just passed her 150,000 mile range. Congrats, baby! Hope you can hold out a little longer! I am also forgoing grocery shopping. Wish me luck finding the right stuff for dinner here in my house.

I would like to blame my landlady for this sad state of affairs, because she cashed two of my rent checks at the same time, but the truth is, I suck. At money management. Sigh. Augh! I am really looking forward to the day when I have cash in abundance and no more financial worries. That's a real day, right? Right?!?!?!?!

Update: I went ahead with the oil change. Baby needs her oil. What good will it do me if she breaks down? Plus, I had a coupon. Already I am feeling slightly better about things (although not ready to go a shopping spree). That "Don't Panic!" thing was good advice.

The triumphant return of the Jewish Anti-Mouse Song

Yesterday at work, the ladies restroom nearest the library was out of order. Before you ask, the library at my work is basically a room and some offices in a much larger building, so no, there isn't a bathroom in the library. Anywho, I had to go all the way to the bathroom that is not at all close to the library. Tragic, eh? On my way back to the library, I took a look at the out of order sign on the bathroom door. It was a hand-written sign, in Sharpie, saying, "Do Not Use! Out of Order!" Then in tiny letters near the bottom of the sign it read, "There is a mouse in this bathroom." Ha!

Now, don't get me wrong, I certainly do not want to be in the same bathroom as a mouse. As the title of this blog vaguely alludes, I hate mice enough that once, in a somewhat panicked and tearful state, I made up a song about mice set to a tune from Fiddler on the Roof. It went a little something like this: "May the Lord protect you from mouses..." That's actually all I wrote of it. At that point, I believe I was taken by a fit of hysterics, no doubt caused by my traveling uterus.
So as I said, I don't want to use a bathroom infested by mouse. However, if that mouse was alive, there's no way it was still in the bathroom. They're wily and evil, and can escape through unnaturally small spaces. And if the mouse was dead, then why the heck couldn't they just get rid of the darn thing? I suppose that's a mystery for another day, or, more likely, one that will never be solved at all, since the bathroom is open for use again today.

Here, to finish us off, are the only mice in the world I like.


That's right, cartoon mice. And even some of them are a little scary. I'm looking at you, Basil.

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Oh, sorry, I was so bored that I fell asleep and my face landed on my keyboard. Honestly, working on Friday is so lame! There's never anything to do. On the bright side, it doesn't matter very much that I'm pretty much always late on Fridays and then I take a really long lunch. The lunch thing is not my fault though. It's impossible to walk to the institute, eat lunch, and walk back to work in only half an hour. It takes me almost that long to do all the walking! And I need my leisurely lunch, too!

Enough about me, and on to the current travesty of my life--no one here in Maryland (except the enlightened few who are originally from Utah) know what Cinnamon Bears are! How is this possible??!??!??!?? Cinnamon bears are my most favorite candy in the world unless you count their chocolate covered compatriots, the chocolate covered cinnamon bears. I have made it my life's mission to educate the masses about cinnamon bears, although it's hard when certain people at work keep assuming they're like cinnamon sticks. Um, no. That would be gross. And bizarre. So, for the sake of posterity, this is a cinnamon bear! Or, more specifically, a bunch of cinnamon bears.


They do not taste like the cinnamon you put on your toast or in your pumpkin pie. They are hot, like a fire ball or a red hot. You know, they're cinnamon candy. And they don't have the consistency of gummy bears. They're more like Dots. Sigh. Why these aren't more widely available, I'll never know.

There are other travesties in the world and in my life right now, but I'm trying to be positive and not blog about them (darn you, politics!). So I will leave you with this fabulous bit of news: It's almost the season for Cinnamon Devil Heads, and you know what that means. Halloween!

I <3 Dogs

Y'all, I have just discovered the show Dogtown on National Geographic, and I am hooked. It's about the dog sanctuary at the Best Friends Animal Sanctuary near Kanab. That's right, Kanab, UT. I have seriously been watching videos from Dogtown on Youtube for the last hour and crying. Especially the video of poor Bruno! All of the dogs have had such hard lives and so many problems. It's really inspirational, seeing what a difference these people can make, and it's really sad when things don't work out. The way we treat animals in our society says a lot about how we treat each other. Even people who aren't animal lovers should treat animals humanely.

I learned about the show because their season premiere was about some of the dogs taken from Michael Vicks dog-fighting operation. I never knew that pit bulls could be so cute and lovable. Here's a couple of them:


How could anyone see those sweet faces and mistreat them?

This isn't really a coherent post, but I wanted share what I've been thinking about. And be proud that such an awesome organization is in Utah.

Boo-urns!

It burns! I burned my wrist today whilst making bacon. I'm reminded of a quote from the movie Fever Pitch. "You love bacon, but when has it ever loved you back?" When indeed. As I currently try to rig up some kind of way to soak my wrist in cold water while I'm asleep tonight (so far it involves tupperwear, a lawn chair, and sleeping with my head at the foot of the bed), I am thinking I may have to make the leap to Facon. My only hope now is that I will get a scar shaped like Lincoln or the Virgin Mary.

To sleep, perchance to dream

Dreams are funny things, eh? Just the other night, I dreamed that I married the leader of a large vacuum conglomerate. He had dust busters for hands. We owned a lot of beach front property that had recently been damaged by a large storm. And for our first date we went and ate waffles.

What does this mean? I hope nothing, because it's just plain weird. I would say the weirdest dream in recent memory. I know some people say dreams can be prophetic, and I'm sure that's true, but I always wonder--with crap like this going on in my subconscious, how would I ever be able to trust anything I dreamed about? I also wonder how a guy who has dust buster hands can eat a waffle. How does he hold the fork?

Random bits of buttery goodness

I feel remiss for not having posted lately. My only excuse is school. In fact, school has not as of yet released me from it's cruel choke hold, so this post will be short and relatively unimportant. But since I am currently wallowing in the pit of despair, I thought maybe this post should be a bit about things that make me happy.

1. Bacon-When did I develop this great love for the crispy deliciousness of the other white meat? I can't say for certain, but I am certainly addicted now.

2. Taking the shrink wrap off DVDs. Mmmm. That sounds so relaxing about now.

3. Plantains-I had never eaten this banana-like food until I moved to Maryland, but now I want to name my first child Plantain. Or at least learn how to cook this uber delicious food.

4. Step Up 2: The Streets- Better than Step Up: Original Flavor for two reasons-Less plot, more dancing. Plus, I had a hilarious dream a few nights ago guest starring the guy from Step Up 2: The Streets and Bart Simpson.

5. The Wheaton Library book sale-How much money have I spent there since I moved to Maryland? The surprising answer is "Way less than I would have if I had payed full price for all those books!" Mecca.

6. Baby Platypi-I want some.

I could go on, but I actually have to go back to the scheduled soul-crushing. Wait!! Augh! Kittens! Rainbows! Real butter! Cemeteries! (That might sound weird, but I really do like them) Dark Chocolate! Pickles! Vacation! All I ever wanted! Vacation! Having to get away!
Whew, back to zen.

SHARK WEEK!!!!!!

Oh, the joys of Shark Week. Every night for an entire week, shows about sharks on Discovery. Things I learned:

It's hard to make a shark bite you.
But some people want a shark to bite them.
Sharks won't eat RoboDog.
The Bahamas is teeming with sharks.
The shark in Jaws is unrealistic.
Sharks are attracted to flashlights and clown suits.
You should go for the eyes if a shark attacks you, but you will probably be dead or severely maimed before you find them.

And I could go on! But I will end instead by telling you that our culminating Shark Week event was a trip to Rehoboth Beach in Delaware. And what did we see out in the water?

Sharks!!! JK, it was dolphins. Seriously, this was the best shot we could get, although we saw at least 12 dolphins at the same time. Some of them jumped out of the water a bit. It was sweet. Here's me playing in the ocean:


And with Kenisha:


My secret life:

You had no idea, right? I'm actually a mermaid princess, much like the daughters of Triton. Here's my throne:


Finally, here's Kenisha, Kadona, and me, playing in the sand, after my fins were surgically removed. There's no such thing as a legless Top Doll!

I also left with an unwanted Shark Week souvenir-the mother of all sunburns. Not really, but it does hurt real bad. Sigh. Tragically, I won't even get a tan from it. You just watch.

Until next year, Happy Shark Week!

WooT!

Holy cow, guys, I just watched the preview for High School Musical 3 for a "good job on a hard day, now go to bed" type of reward. And I could not be more psyched unless I was meeting Zac Efron in person. Huzzah! And Happy Birthday to me! In case you were wondering, that is my plan for the big 25 this year. Go see HSM3. And hopefully make other respectable adults come with me.

Loves!

Happy Birthday Mom and Neville!

Happy Birthday to my wonderful mom. I love you so much and I wish I could be there!
PS-for the non Potterphiles, I am of course referring to Neville Longbottom, who has the distinction of sharing the day of his birth with my beautiful mom. Lucky!

PPS-Gosh, I hope this is the right day! It's not the 31st, is it?

Utah, This is the Place!

Happy Pioneer Day, everybody! I must admit, it was real lame for me. I did get a haircut, I guess, but I don't know if I like it yet. To be fair, I haven't fixed it yet. So here's hoping. And I did make a delicious dinner for my roomies. I threatened to make it while wearing a bonnet, but it was totally idle threat, since I don't actually own a bonnet. But I did sing that ox cart song while we ate. And pioneer children song. Bwa ha ha!

Well, in honor of all things pioneering and Utahn, here is a great song for you.

http://www.classroomclassics.com/filecabinet/Utah.mp3

Enjoy!

My new pet!

Isn't it just the cutest thing you've ever seen? It's a tree kangaroo. I had to read a YA nonfiction book for one of my new classes, and I read about these totally awesome animals. They live in the cloud forest in Papua New Guinea. Like other Kangaroos, they carry their babies in pouches and hop around, but unlike other kangaroos, they hop around in trees!


Anywho, I'm sure it would not actually be a good pet, since I have heard they bite, and since they do not live in the USA. So, due to popular request, here is a picture of my actual pet, the ever exotic and cuddly-at-heart Dexter:
He's not actually cuddly, since he's a fish, but don't hold it against him. He's a good boy. And so pretty!

Feets of strength

I recently went on a DC adventure with my roommate Niki, and we had a fabulous time. It was a walking tour of many of the monuments. We started off at the Jefferson.


Here's me in front of the monument. And here's me and Jefferson himself:

From there, we had a nice view of the Washington Monument.
Then we went on the the World War II memorial. At this point, we are both extremely hot and sweaty, and about to die. The humidity was like 70% or something. So all grossness in pictures must be blamed on that.
Luckily, we could splash each other from the fountains a bit to cool down. Then we were off again toward the other monuments. We had to walk past the famous reflecting pool.
Then we went to the Vietnam memorial. Everyone was very quiet and respectful there, much more so than at any other monument.
After that, it was on to the Land Of Lincoln! No, not Illinois, the Lincoln Monument. Here's me with Lincoln himself!
Look at all your new pennies, I might be there! And here's me outside the monument:


From there, we went to the Korean War Monument. By this time, I'm way tired, but it's a very cool monument anyway. I took this picture in honor of MASH.

I also thought this was arty and cool, but at the same time, really touching. It's a sobering place.


Finally, we went to the World War I memorial. Hardly anyone was there, but it was probably my favorite one. It's really beautiful and isolated.


And just to prove to you that I didn't go by myself (aside from all the pictures of me taken from far away), here's Niki in the WWI memorial.

This was our last stop. We headed back home after this. We were both really sweaty and totally rank smelling, plus we had blisters on these:


Thanks for taking this walking tour with me. I had a blast, and I hope you did too!

Twins like us

I would be remiss if I didn't post about my very favorite twin sister in the world. She's so great and funny, and she thinks I'm funny too, which is a bonus. Miss you, Chelsea! Without you, there'd be no twin like me, just plain old me, and that would be no fun at all. You're so beautiful, talented, and nice, that if you weren't my best friend, I might just hate you. Kisses!

blergh

I have been so tired the last couple of days. All week, really. Well, since last Saturday. This is how I feel.

I will hopefully do an awesome blog about my adventures of this last week soon. Thanks, you're a wonderful audience!

A tale of hotness

I feel somehow compelled to do an update of the ever famous Top 10 list of hot guys, and to post that update here on my spiffy new blog. Yay! Seriously, you should all be pretty excited about the overwhelming hotness that is approaching. I should inform you that these fine morsels of manhood are not in any particular order. I guess I could do alphabetical, but that sounds really hard.

1. Christian Bale-A classic, he has remained hot since he was that poor dead kid in Henry V. Plus, he's rocking the suit.


2. Ben Browder-A sci-fi mainstay, he's at his hottest when saving his friends and family from really uggo aliens.



3. Taylor Kitsch-True, his hair is grody, but he pulls it off, has very nice arms, and is playing Gambit!!!



4. Johnny Depp-Often looks weird because he is, but his striking features are visible here, when he's an actor playing an undercover cop playing a high school delinquent.


5. Jason Dohring-Also rocking the suit, but one picture doesn't show how fabulously he can turn one of TVs biggest jerks into a vulnerable heartthrob who just needs a hug.


6. Wentworth Miller-I don't even have anything to say here except Bam! And Aoogah!


7. Zac Efron-He has lovely eyes. Plus, I had that awesome dream about him saving the rat at church that one time. What a sweetie! And what's better than a man who likes musicals?


8. Jeffrey Donovan-A newcomer to the list, who also often rocks the suit. Alas, I could not find a picture of him saving the hapless citizens of Miami from crime and evil while wearing Armani. But trust me. It's good.



9 & 10 (Alert!!! Special Double Issue!!!) Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles-Jensen has been a constant on this list since it's initial incarnation, and dear Jared has been fighting his way closer to a spot ever since the start of Supernatural. Truly, the hottest brothers on television, and probably in the world. Sigh.


What a long and delightful post! Never fear if your favorite was bumped from last time. It's an ever evolving list, and everyone on it, past, present, or future is pretty darn cute.