casimir pulaski day

phrases that will never be in my facebook status (but are in my “friends’”):

“is excited to have booked the fiddle duo for the ceremony.”

hi tumblr! missed you.

What was your first job?

laurao:

oliviaisferosch:

alohanico:

blocksonblox:

thephenthouse:

Working in a fish market off the docks of Long Beach Island, NJ.  You?

Score keeper at little league baseball games

I worked as a cashier at an organic grocery store.

Me: I was a Spanish tutor (ha!) and quickly thereafter worked in a coffee shop (still one of my favourite jobs I had). I think I made a whopping $5.25/hour at both.

I worked at the ice skating rink as an ice guard and assistant coach.

i worked in the lab at a 1-hour photo. we were an actual camera shop and took a little bit more care than the drugstore on the 1-hour photo orders, which meant we actually adjusted the brightness and color of the photos we printed and then checked every photo to make sure there weren’t water spots etc. this meant at least 2 separate people in the lab looked at ALL OF YOUR PHOTOS. people did not seem to comprehend this. my favorite roll: 24 photos of a guy doing chores (cleaning the fire place, washing dishes, making breakfast)—all buck naked.

stuff i have consumed in some capacity in the last 24 hours, because i had to fly home from detroit and now i’m in the apartment by myself and am bored:

this book was surprizingly good. i got to read the last 100 pages on a plane/bus/train so i didn’t have to put it down. win. the main characters dad is a vaguely successful political science professor. that’s like my dad! our similiarities end there. i don’t understand this blue character. the ending is fun, though. don’t read this book if you hate metaphors and similies.

open up a thesaurus and look up “cute.” that’s it. except i don’t understand why patrick dempsy’s first girlfriend has to get the shaft. why does someone always have to get brutally dumped? i think michael showalter tried to address this problem (with very, very limited success) in “the baxter.” just stop making life suck for the first girlfriend/boyfriend. it’s not fair. they’re nice people too.

the english title of this movie is “i’m reed fish.” that german text on what i assume is the german poster is probably discernable by all of you, even if you didn’t live in germany for a few years/take 2 years of college german classes*, but i will translate for you anyway. it says “my name is fish.” that is kind of a different title, right? it doesn’t matter. this is a terrible movie. i knew it would be bad, but i was like rory** and steven***!!! i will watch you! wow. this is really super stupid. the whole movie is actually a movie within a movie, but the only difference between the movie within the movie and the story of the “my name is fish” movie is that the two female leads are played by different actresses. what? yeah, i don’t get it either. don’t watch it.

watching this one right now. nothing has happened. maybe it would seem like something was happening if i was high. or not. jury is still out.

we ordered indian food before we flew to detroit for christmas. there were a lot of leftovers. guess what? indian leftovers are still totally good 5 days later. just so you know. (that’s not them, that’s a google image search. i ate mine.)

*this is not bragging. i do not speak german. like, at all. people should study how bad i am at learning languages. it defies all logic.

**i <3 gilmore girls a lot

***i also <3 undelcared a lot. i’m a little angry both of these people betrayed me so badly.

what to do when you’re down to 1 egg, live in a neighborhood of weird-smelling and perpetually under-stocked bodgeas, and desperately want cookies? a half-batch of chocolate chip cookies using the leftover 4 ounce sof baking chocolate from thanksgiving. that, combined with the fact that i finished sewing a quit top for my mom’s christmas present today, and i’m feeling like i need some girl scout patches. or 1950s housewife patches. or something.

and just in case anyone else wanted to make a half-batch of cookies, one half of 3/4 cup is 1/3 cup plus 2 teaspoons, and half of 2 1/4 cups is 1 cup plus 2 tablespoons. you’re welcome.

The ultimate personality test

bullshit:

It’s not strange to disagree about movies that are wildly different, and there are surely a few random movies that are very polarizing. What I find most interesting is which movie people consider the best movie from a particular director, as it is usually very telling and polarizing in a different way, so to this point I will propose a new personality test where you reblog your favorite movie from each of these directors:

1. Joel Coen: No Country for Old Men, The Big Lebowski, Fargo, The Hudsucker Proxy, Miller’s Crossing, Raising Arizona, etc
2. Wes Anderson: The Darjeeling Limited, The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, The Royal Tennenbaums, Rushmore, Bottle Rocket, etc
3. Hal Ashby: Being There, Shampoo, Harold and Maude, etc
4. Kevin Smith: Zack and Miri Make a Porno, Dogma, Chasing Amy, Mallrats, Clerks, etc
5. Quentin Tarantino: Grindhouse, Kill Bill, Pulp Fiction, Reservoir Dogs, etc

My results: Miller’s Crossing, Bottle Rocket, Being There, Mallrats, Reservoir Dogs. Judge accordingly.

mine: fargo, rushmore, don’t care, mallrats, pulp fiction (with reservations, don’t really care)