thoughts from an insomniac

i should be sleeping, but...i can't.

you know that feeling when you're in bed trying desperately to fall asleep and then all these things that you have to do start ramming through your brain? like i was laying there and all of a sudden i realized that i need to call and/or e-mail about 65 different people. and it really started freaking me out. so i got online to begin the e-mails, but now i'm too lazy to do it. in fact, i'm even starting to get tired. hmmpf.

i love canada!

oh my god, i never want to leave.  so i'm in banff, alberta right now.  fucking amazing place.  so beautiful and inspiring.  i'm looking out the window at mountains as i'm writing my blog entry.  hell yeah, baby.

finally. a blog entry for you, from me.

um, yeah.  so apparently i'm not so good at writing in my blog, as you can see from the lack of posts during the month of july.  but here i am, anyway, sitting in my peaceful home in the boring ol' midwest (which, i've decided, is better than maine).  while i'm at it, here are some reasons why it's better in the cornfields:
 
1.  the weather may be hotter, but the sun is out 75% of the time, as opposed to crack-ass maine's overcast skies
2.  you may catch a whiff of cow manure from time to time, but at least it never smells fishy (which is way worse, trust me)
3.  we have better food.  lobster is so overrated.
4.  central time zone rules.  that may sound lame, but seriously, would you rather see conan at 11:30 or have to wait until 12:30?
5.  the guys aren't as creepy here.  in maine, they will shout and whistle at you even if you're wearing scrubs.
 
in conclusion, it's good to be home.  now, one more week and i'm off to canada where i can legally drink myself into a stupor for 3 weeks  (and maybe go hiking with julian martin...) 
 

greetings from maine!

well, i finally left st. louis for the summer. and although it's great being a thousand miles away from home, can i just say that maine is a weird-ass state? i feel like i'm not even in the same country...seriously. but in their defense, some mainers are very friendly and they always stop for you when you're in a crosswalk (state law, but still nice, right?) i think that's really amazing, actually, because where i come from that would never happen. anyway, the reason i'm in maine? there's an international music festival here (at bowdoin college) that i'm attending so i can study piano with people that are more famous than my teacher at oberlin. woo-hoo! it's kind of intimidating so far, but we'll see how it goes...

self-grooming is sooo nice...i think...

okay, so today i totally went girly and gave myself a full body spa treatment. oh my god, people should really do this more often. so much lotion and scented oil, i thought i was going to pass out from the fumes. it made me realize something, though; being a woman can be really great most of the time, but it's a lot of upkeep (sp? whatever...) and i don't think that guys know and/or fully appreciate this. i wonder, do they understand how much eyebrow plucking, leg shaving, painful tweezing, complete body exfoliating and moisturizing, nail filing and painting, and hair scrunching we do??? and this is just to look normal. of course, i usually only do about half of the things i just mentioned because i'm too lazy to do the rest. and i don't have a boyfriend to show for it. what does this tell us? hmmm...

i miss you

you know who you are. and you'll never in a million years read this blog because you don't know it exists.

*sigh*

what is the point?

who wants to marry my dad? what??

oh man, what the hell is up with this show? what the hell is up with tv in general?? i'm kind of shocked at how far reality television has gone...remember how cool survivor was when it first premiered? yeah, it was totally awesome. but now i'm not so sure about this stuff. kids picking women to marry their dad, single men debating whether to choose "true love" over a million bucks, wannabe actors competiting to be the next action hero? yawn. give me a good old sitcom anyday.

will "blogger" take over my love for friendster?

alas, i have become an internet junkie in the past month. how sad...but, at the same time, i feel i have acquired a wealth of knowledge from all of these interactive profile-surfing sites. take friendster, for example. where else on earth can you be so nosy?? no one will ever have to know that you read their friendster profile or googled them 40 times in one hour. after all, isn't that what the internet is all about? hell yeah, baby.