flesh-eating zombie babies

i was with the babies a few days ago, they had just awakened from their morning nap, and i was getting them ready for all of the exciting events of the day. lately, these exciting events have included the teething boy chewing on my face like a scene out of dead alive (which scared the poo out of me when i was eleven). he seems to be much more um, orally fixated than his sister, and i wonder if he'll grow up with to be a smoker. or a saxophone player.

after they wake up, i pick out their clothes and get them dressed, hooray, hooray. in abby's box i found this horrible denim jumper, with a gathered waist and everything. ugly as hell, and i promised both her and myself that i would never make her wear it. really, you should never trust anything i say, every again. i dressed poor little abby in the denim jumper from hell today, and for some reason they designed it like a clown suit. there's so much extra fabric around the middle that she has room for ten soiled diapers instead of her usual one-at-a-time, and the leg openings were too large, so whenever she tried to crawl her feet would get stuck inside. then she'd cry, and i'd have to come over and pull her feet back out of the jumper.

also, i told the babies' mom the other day that when i fed them hotdogs they smelled like Meaty McBabies, thinking that i was being so funny. i'm not that funny.

this morning while brushing my teeth i found a check - made out to me - in the amount of $700.

whaaaat?!

exactly. it was from my school. i found out that the financial aid office mistakenly gave me a tuition waiver more than double what i should have been given, and sent me a check for my loan. i'm going to be good, though, and give them their money back.

birth control

film studies class has taught me all of my life lessons lately.

vertigo and notorious by hitchcock, and the seven samurai by kurosawa.

today it was sunny, and i chased the babies in the grass. i also took the babies with me to meet brother for lunch, and it was near-disastrous. all of the dishes had to be pushed to the middle of the table as to stay out of their reach, and they ended up eating half of my french fries, anyway. normally charming, thiel and abby turned in to screeching rugrats once we were in a public setting where screeching is frowned upon. i understand now why people don't take their kids with them when they go out to eat.

bela jackson just urinated on our living room floor.

in other news, i've visited two colleges this week. it makes me feel like eighteen and highschoolish all over again. i ended up with a tour of kids and their parents today, walking around a campus that was too big and brick and flowery for me. i spent the whole hour thinking that none of the students looked like me, and wondering why they all had to have the same columbia sportswear jackets and the same silver jettas. it was like pulling the petals off of a flower, saying, not like me, not like me, not like me... like me? no. not like me...

i don't know if i'm ready to go back to a campus where students compulsively wear flip-flops and booty-hugging sweat pants year round.

in the st. john's neighborhood there's a shop called blue moon photo. i walked in to buy a grey card, but at the back of the store there was a small hallway with beautiful restored typewriters. i said to the sales guy, "you have typewriters? this changes everything." we talked type and talked about fixing mine (provided i find someone to help me carry it to and from the car). they're hand developing two rolls of film for me. as he handed me the receipt, the sales guy asked me if i'd like a temporary tattoo, and i said yes. you guys, they give out temporary tats with your photo or typewriter purchase!

could life get any better?

why i am a sucker

last week i bought this huge bag of M&Ms just because it had princess leia on it.

i don't even like M&Ms.

keep moving

something that i realized today, that i've been trying to "realize," but hadn't quite been able to convince myself of:

i'm going to be okay.

a love affair

only one episode let of freaks and geeks. the final episode.

watching the last one will be like breaking up with someone. (someone that you'd only dated for a week, but, still, it was hot.) i'll probably watch it twice, trying to postpone the feeling of emptiness that will inevitably follow.

last night i dreamed that there were six seasons of the show that nobody knew about, and we were all so excited that we almost cried.

the end

this is it. the final disc of the only season of freaks and geeks. that's three episodes. only.

after this, what else is there? death?

(also, i want to marry bill. in an alternate universe [one without peanuts].)

sometimes i feel like this

but not today! my brother's back (and you're gonna be in trouble).

sending out the call

it's april. daylight savings is tonight. and we all know what that means...

...yes! less than two months till the release of episode 3! star wars!

here's the deal: you might be wetting your pants right now just thinking about it, or you may have already written the whole thing of as a cinematic disaster. either way, you absolutely must see the very first showing of this film!

with me!

can you imagine how much there is to be had with costumes and weapons and trivial pursuit and rapidly cooling coffee while waiting in line and cheering and booing at all the appropriate (and inappropriate) parts?? yes. yes!

just consider it. it could be really really awesome. at least it would be something to write home about.