Oh Look! It's a picture of me in my refridgerator!

Current Playlist. Not that you care, but it's my blog.

1. Peace & Hate - The Submarines
2. Blankest Year - Nada Surf
3. Black Mercedes - One Block Radius
4. Here (In Your Arms) - hellogoodbye
5. Still Luv' Huh - Floyd the Locksmif
6. Far Away - Todd Edwards
7. Part of My Life - India.Arie
8. Colors - Amos Lee
9. This Bouquet - Ani DiFranco
10. Sewn - The Feeling
11. Girl America - Mat Kearney
12. Song Beneath the Song - Maria Taylor
13. Cosy in the Rocket - Psapp
14. Pretty Little Thing - Fink


I considered adding Justin Timberlake's 'Sexy Back', until I read this informative review found on amazon.com. I italicized my favorite parts for you.

real wack, August 29, 2006
Sexyback is superwack to me. this song reminds me of a few tracks from back in the day. makes me think of Trent Rezinor's "closer" Meets Laidback's "White horse". Timberlake is trying to channel so much,but ends up forgetting the most important person in the song&that is himself. a really flat track.


Thank-you, Clever Reviewer. I knew you wouldn't steer me wrong.

Owning a new house is fun.

Scene 1
Setting: Sara's house, 11pm, Monday, bathroom
(Lights flicker off and on in house. Music from computer turns off and then back on. Sara gets panic stricken, "Who told me it was smart to buy a house by myself?" look.)

-Sara calls mom on cell phone: "Mom. The lights just flicked on and off. I'm afraid someone is in my house."
-Mom: "Sara. You've been home all night. It's ok."
-Sara: "But what if they're just trying to scare me now?"
-Mom: "Well, go check in the basement."
-Sara: "NO! It's scary in the basement!"
-Mom: "No one is in your house. But you'll feel better if you go check."
-Sara: (Whine) "Okaaaay. But I'm taking a butcher knife with me."

(Sara grabs large butcher knife, knowing that if someone is actually down there she'll be far too disgusted to do anything other than throw it at the perpetrator. Sara checks basement and finds nothing. Sara puts flashlight next to her bed in her black sock drawer (found directly to the left of the white sock drawer) and decides against sleeping with the butcher knife under her pillow. She sleeps like crap. Maybe someone was hiding in the dryer or something...)


Scene 2
Setting: Sara's house, in the car, driveway, 7:45am, Wednesday

(Car is parked further to the left than usual, since friends were over last night. She begins backing out to go to school and is sorting through her cd's in the window visor pocket holder. Sara feels car slam into something.)

Sara: "CRAP! What was that?!"

(Sara has backed into her house. She jumps out of the car, sees no damage to the car, a slight to medium dent in the corner of the house siding. Sara looks around to see if the neighbor's lights are on. Convinced that no one saw, she jumps back into her car and drives to work, pretending that she is not completely idiotic for running into her own house with her own car.)

END SCENES.

Things that I sometimes think so strongly that I am afraid I said it out loud.

1. Your outfit is seriously horrific.
2. Be serious with that hair.
3. I just want you to stop talking. I don't want you to open your mouth anymore.
4. Those pants are entirely too tight for you to have put on your body.
5. I need you to take the scrunchi out of your hair. Right now.
6. You have a scary, clown-face-like foundation line along your jaw.

Those sound horrible. I mean them in a "Help Me Help You" kind of way. Or something.

A social plea.

Dear Society at Large,
Could we make it socially acceptable to wear camis and panties out in public? It would be awesome if sometimes when I was feeling particularly lazy I did not have to put clothes on when leaving the house. Unfortunately, I would look like a slutty and, as I am a teacher in this community, you can see my dilemma. Thank-you for your time and consideration.
Sincerely,
Sara A. Hinshaw

Thoughts on a Sunday night before going to Lola's because she said that if I bring wine, she'd make me dinner.

I do not think that spiders should have a body any bigger than a large pinhead. Any bigger than that and they sick me right out. Spiders should not burst when you smash them. One did today in my garage. Sick.

I threw away $50 this week. My free pink RAZR phone? Yeah. I threw away the box so that I can't send in the UPC code for the rebate. So I bought my free RAZR phone now for $50. Good deal.

I bought a ticket to go to NYC for two days in September. Damn Spirit airlines was having a sale for their birthday where you could buy tickets for $16. Spirit got me all convinced that I can afford to go to NYC just because the flights are cheap. Spirit TOTALLY knew that I have been DYING for these super cute headphones for months now that you can only buy in NYC. Also, that I'm starting to go through H&M withdrawls. And, let's face it, I know the most fabulous people in the city, and I'm missing them and going out with them something awful. So Spirit can try to convince me that I'm going to visit for virtually free, but I know better. Sneaky Spirit.

Finally, I have a lot of stuff. I don't know how it all fit into my apartment. It was a miracle. Or it's freaking multiplying, which is totally plausible.

Two quotes from my night.

1. Lyndsay: "Christians shouldn't do drugs, honey. Especially coke."

2. Segal: "You're a pillar of beauty in our community. Hey! That rhymed, didn't it?"

A fun game you will all enjoy.

Occasionally, while watching Style Network, I play a game with myself called "Can you recognize the clothing store they are in just by the layout?" Very often, I win. I think that might classify me under 'Pathetic' or 'Shallow'. Whatev. I'm good at it anyway.

People I have wanted to punch in the face lately.

1. The TOOL working at the Circuit City Verizon store who took TWO HOURS to merely trade in my new pink Razr phone for one that actually works. And then tried to blame it on a deaf guy who was in there before me. Tool.

2. The piece of crap guy who lives across the road from me and whistles everytime I leave my house. Because his profession, as it turns out, is to sit in his damn broke-down lawn chair next to the bench press in his FRONT YARD and WHISTLE at his neighbors.


Here are some pictures from Jik & Dawnie's wedding, neither of whom are tools or pieces of crap. Thus, I thankfully had no desire to punch either of them in their faces.

Nicolas James and I. Ahhhh- memories...

My fab-u-lous dates, Ryno and Segal. Also, the goldfish that I took at the end of the night, Bacon, who was transplanted from the bowl to the toilet in less than 12 hours. Being a wedding centerpiece is freaking exhausting.

Segal and I. In the words of Segal, "That's hot."

Emily, Ryno, Dougie, and I.

Ryno and I.

*As a sidenote which is unrelated, Lola inspired me to figure out my typing words-per-minute score. As it happens, I type between 89 and 94 words-per-minute. I will quote from an encylopedia:

The average person is expected to type 30-40 words per minute using the touch typing technique ... 40-50 words per minute is considered excellent, and some have been clocked at over 90 words per minute.

So, basically, instead of a 'Born to Bowhunt' sticker, I would like a 'Born to Type' sticker. That's all.

Excuses for my lack of posts as of late.

1. I bought a house. I just moved in on Saturday.
2. My computer broke. I haven't had it for a week and a half.
3. I just got internet hooked up.
4. I think those reasons pretty much cover it actually.

Sidenote: This week I saw a bumper sticker that read: Born to Bowhunt. I started thinking about putting one on my car. Conversations would run as follows:

"So- You bowhunt?"

Me: "No."

"So what's with the sticker?"

Me: "Well... ah... hard to explain. I have never bowhunted. BUT- it's sort of like I was born with this INTENSE desire to bowhunt. Like, for lack of a better way to explain it, I was born... to bowhunt. So I'm just waiting for that desire to come to fruition. It's weird... I don't know if you'd understand..."

"Oh."