A quiet night, a stack of books, a tuna melt on rye

Why do coin operated dryers never dry your clothes?  They are not making me think they're cheap by only charging $0.75, which I then have to put in three times, not to mention all the checking for doneness.  I would gladly pay more up front if it meant  the clothes would be done when I got back.  And that's all I have to say.

Either I'm going crazy, or my font randomly changed. Obviously I should come here more often.

is a combination cheese grater and umbrella, because one never knows when one might have occasion to grate cheese in the rain. Yeah, so I heard that on a commercial on the radio today and had to share. On to the actual post.

1. This goes out to the lovely Adams, with whom I visited this weekend and who chastised me today for my lack of update. Duke, while have many detriments, such as an overabundance of grade-grubbers when compared to Tulane, also has a yearly Viennese Ball which I attended this year. So. Much. Fun. I got to use my waltzing, salsaing, jiving and minimal polkaing skill. Go me! and Go Arynne! for inviting me and Go Arynne's Brother! (yes I know his name, but this is more fun) for being in the wind symphony which the ball benefits. Oh and Boo to Douchbag (pronounced Duh-Bog) and his stupid fedora for slighting the lovely Adams and her dancing studio. We shoot dirty looks in your general direction.

2. Snow White and the Seven Horny Dwarfs is extremely amusing cartoon porn. If you haven't seen it I really must show you sometime. Unless you are undy_niable because that would just be creepy and wrong. Sorry.

3. Snow, oh how I love you. What with all your magicalness and your beautifying of the landscape and your funness to sled down. Things are looking up for a white Christmas. Now If we could just not have to do the 64 luminaria bags. Trust me, Not Fun!

So I guess that's all

So, I purchased a new cell phone due to the fact that the old one needed to be recharged like every fifteen minutes which made it decidedly less mobile that one would expect a mobile phone to be. I was going to just get a new battery, but the phone is so ancient that that wasn't possible. Anyway loading all the numbers back into contacts was a pain in my butt.

So is it slightly pathetic that I turned itunes on just so I would have something to put in the music box?

While posting the last entry I saw that one of the moods in the drop down menu is thirsty and had an unbelievably strong desire to use that mood. So there!

So for those of you keeping track of the wanderings of Pinksonia the Nomad (and wow how Pinksonia does not sound like a name for a nomad) I am informing you that I am leaving Washington and shall be located in Wisconsin for at least the next week. Please if I should express a sudden desire to pack up my car and drive to New Hampshire remind me that it's a rental car and therefor probably considered stealing, and also that it is not an election year. Thank you.

We played risk today. Logically I know that rolling the dice is completely random and I have a one in six chance of getting any one number. I know that using a large number of rolls (say the amount throughout an entire game) all numbers should come up equally. I know this. Yet some how, I have the worst luck ever rolling. I spend the majority of my time getting ones or twos. I can have 20 armies and still not beat the country next to me with two. ARRRRG. I hate this game.

oh and...
undy_niable: Yes! I got Alberta. I'm gonna dominate.

When we re-shuffled (cause the directions said you needed three players and we had to deal our dummy player cards) I got Alberta and I so didn't dominate.

I have decided to try rewatching Magnolia. I really didn't like it the first time, but have had a strange compulsion to watch it for the last couple of days. Strange.

Went to sign up to get a yearbook picture taken today because my mother decreed that a yearbook picture would be taken. Apparently, despite the information provided in the anouncements, an appointment was unnecessary, so I was rushed in front of the camera as soon as I had completed the necessary envelope.
Now I had been under the impression that my picture would be taken at a later time so my hair was parted wierdly, I wasn't wearing anything resembling makeup, and I was wearing a tee-shirt with a strange faded section on the sholder. This last part I didn't think would be much of a problem, because I was under the impression that all seniors were having their picture taken in a cap and gown. Apparently that was only to be for one set of pictures. Mom is not going to be happy when she gets the proofs, and since she is the only one who wanted the pictures to begin with that is what really matter.
Could the photographer attempt to get you in a more unnatural possition. Years from now archaeologist are going to believe that the aestetic beauty of our time involved a twisted center of gravity. So you finally get into this uncomfortable postion and the photographer is all "hold that while I change the background." The background couldn't have been changed before I was twisted until I couldn't breath anymore? Grrrr. Finally there was the point where the photographer positioned her hand with the thumb and forefinger making a small circle and raised it straight up. I took this to mean that she wanted me to raise the hat. She said "no, look at me" and proceded to repeat the motion. Then finally she said "like a steering wheel" so I turned the hat which was what she wanted in the first place. Now, I don't know about anyone else, but I have never driven a car by pulling straight up on the wheel like her action indicated.

This morning I got to wait at home for the guy to come to fix the sliding doors. I just love baby-sitting delivery men. I felt like an idiot when I told him that the glass door had been broken by a "stone propelled by a weed-waker." I really need to not use odd sentence structure when talking to people that don't know me.

Spent the rest of the day watching movies. High Society is still enjoyable, although, The Philadelphia Story is still the superior telling of the same story. Unfortunately it does not seem to be out on DVD. At least it wasn't in the store when I was picking out something for my brother to get me as a Christmas present. Next I watched What Ever Happened to Baby Jane because my mother had randomly bought it.  Mighty freaky movie, but definitely good. 

Finally, I went to Sears to find out it I could start working yet.  Turns out I can, so my mother can stop asking every five seconds if they have called yet.  Yeah!