it all good

In the words of Shawn Mullins, everything is gonna be alright. Rockabye.
why? you might ask. what was wrong to begin with?

well, ...

Dress shopping done!
Shoe shopping (basically) done!
Aliza and I are leaving for Alabama tomorrow for some hushpuppies, humidity, and a whole lot of southern class.
Today is my last day of work. That means no more autopsies ever. No more waking up super early, and no more dealing with shitty rush-hour/dumbass tourist traffic between the hours of 7-8 and 4:30-5:30. No more tissue dumping! No more close toed shoes! the list goes on and on and on...
I have bangs! And Michelle is getting them too. We're, like, bang sisters. Sisters in the bang
Newton Faulkner (look him up) is making me smile
Kevin's 18th birthday is on Friday.

and last but certainly not least...
NATE IS COMING HOME THIS WEEKEND!!!!! woooooooooooooooo and you know what that means----> family portraits. omg life is so good
*thumbs up*

you are most likely a douchebag vampire wannabe boner

Last night I had the house to myself. Most people are totally ok with being home alone, but due to recent events that have incited terror, paranoia, and crazy freak out moments, I was not ok with it. Thanks to all my wonderful friends that DON'T PICK UP THEIR PHONES, I was stuck alone in a big house, in some big woods, in the big middle of nowhere, without any big dogs or big sticks to protect myself. Fish suggested I get a big stick from the woods and sleep with it. Well, the forest is the perfect place for sketchy people to commit homicide. I could have slept with my ski poles, but that would involve going into the garage where there are lots of powertools and sharp objects--again, another sketchy sketchy place where sketchy things could happen. So instead, I decided to fend off creeps with some loud music and southpark. Luckily, the vampire episode was on, which not only brightened my spirits, but also awakened my inner vampire so that I may easily destroy and devour any strange people that might crawl in through my windows. Needless to say, I made it through the night sans sleeping pills and big sticks. Mission accomplished.

Yesterday was just an achievement filled day. Dan also learned how to rollerski. He didn't fall once! and he made it down some extreme hills with minimal tweeking. We did almost get hit by a car once or twice, but we succeeded in surviving, so we can live for another day and for another adventure. When we were going along Skyline Rd, three boys on motor scooters passed us. I got a couple of creepy looks, probably because I wasn't wearing a shirt. In that moment, I contemplated a few things. Why didn't I put a shirt on? Why are motor scooters so dorky? Is rollerskiing dorkier? Am I going to kill Dan with this rollerskiing nonsense? Would he mind dying in a dorky fashion?
Such ponderous questions, questions that I can now answer. Well, I don't like wearing clothes and yes, rollerskiing is dorky, but it is an essential part of human life. Without rollerskiing, I would not have a sportsbra tan, drivers would not have to use their imagination to figure out what rollerskiing is exactly, the golden retrievers in my neighbor's yard would have nothing to bark at, the slug population would sky-rocket, and all road dorkiness would belong to motor scooters--and nobody wants that. So now that we know the necessity of rollersking in life, I'll give you lessons for $10 an hour. $12 an hour if I go shirtless. Afterall, being semi-naked is dangerous--I could get the melanoma or get hit on by motor scooter-ers.

I showed up early to my research class.

so i'm sitting here waiting for the teacher and all the rest of the students to show up, about to pass out because i'm so tired. my moms old boss is in PEI and she said i could chill at her place while she's gone, so I'M LIVING IN BANGOR!! for a couple weeks. i have my own house and i'll be lonely, so people must visit me. coughcoughmarencough. i need subjects for my research project, i threw out the musician idea, so they dont need to be musicians... they can be, but it's not a necessity any longah. i wonder if people with maine accents write in accents. like, if you see an R at the end of that word, why would you not just say it???? or like, if you're reading the word "augusta" it's pretty much obvious that there isnt an "r" at the end. So why say "auguster"???? makes NO sense to me. ahaha the teacher just showed and it's only me and two other girls. usually there are like, twenty. guess people are getting sick of this shit. i know i am. OH one more person just walked in. that's good. more pics of nate.

This is not important

Just so you know, this blog "follows" my nordic team's blog--Bowdoin Nordic. I am one of 4 people on the team that has a blog, except the other three are/were in cool countries doing cool things or are just doing cool things. Our blog is the only blog that doesn't get a little link on the side of the team's blog. Moral of the story is that we need to be cooler. I guess we'll just have to put up more pictures of nate.


This is important

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

NATE IS WINNING THE POLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!

so, my natie babie is winning the poll. holla. i have been a horrible, horrible person about updating. i'd have a good excuse such as, "i'm in a beautiful house on the ocean with no internet access", buuuuutttt, i'm not maren and my excuse is that i'm just lazy.
OKAY. here's my top five of people i want to do.

NUMBER ONE

NUMBER TWO

NUMBER THREE

NUMBER FOUR


NUMBER FIVE

Love... Michelle.

you crazy

The poll is tied right now! vote now bitches because your vote could change the world.

ps please note that nick jonas has a whopping zippo votes. way to go people

Other exciting daily news: Harry Potter came out today at 12am. Unfortunately, a vast multitude of Harry Potter infatuated crazy people bought all the tickets before Alex and I could, so last night we were stuck watching the Hangover with about 5 other Harry Potter rejects. When we walked in the movie theater though, I was so disappointed. Not one person was dressed up. None. If I had not been lazy and gotten tickets earlier, I would've dressed the fuck out of harry potter. I haven't even read the books for goodness sakes, and I was totally ready to go all out. My grand scheme was to wear a cardboard box painted like the book--poorly of course because I'm artistically challenged--so I'd actually be the book. Then I could hide a pizza in the box. or a pie. Whatever is round and kinda 2dimensional. Plan B was to dress up like an owl, just because they're pretty cool, except there would be no food hiding, so that was slightly lame. But neither plan worked because we're lazy and people are crazy.

Crazy: when we got to the movie theater at 9:50 *PLEASE NOTE that's 2 hrs 10 min before 12* for our movie, and there was already a line wrapping around the lobby just to get good seats for Harry Potter. I mean, everybody in the theater can see the screen from anywhere in the theater. Does it really matter where you sit? Seriously people. You already took our tickets and now you're just playing lobby blood clot and taking our space (stolen from Lydia). AND you didn't dress up. You my friends, were the failure of the night. And we were not the only people frustrated by you, the people working there were going insane. when we told the ticket lady that we weren't going to harry potter and we just needed to get through the vast multitude, she responded "God bless you."
I suppose Alex and I could have dressed up anyway and gone to the hangover, but again, that would take a lot of effort and explaining and I would have to buy a pizza, and we had already binged out on Indian food. Perhaps we can just dress up for some other showing a month from now.

And the fails continued. I forgot my contacts, so I had to drive home at 1am to get contacts so I could go to work in the morning. To add to that, I woke up late for work, missing glorious tumor board. So now I'm at work with a gap between my teeth (forgot my retainers too), terrible hair, make-up still on from last night, giant smell, and no sleep. great. FAIL

A much needed but boring as hell update

Today it is sunny. This is the first time I've seen the sun in probably a decade. At least it feels like a decade. I'm paler than usual, which makes me albino, or a vampire, and it's terrible because it is summer after all. So at the moment, I'm trying not to be albino by not doing my job and sitting outside updating the blog. I'm helping out at Arthur Russell this week though. No parts of people this week. No no, I get the whole person this week-- inability to count, disfunctional ears and all. At this very moment, I'm highly frustrated if you couldn't tell, but I'll try not to unleash any of it on you, it won't do either of us any good. There's just this one wee little child that cannot count, cannot read music, and cannot stop talking about genghis khan and whatnot. highly annoying. Let's not talk about aggrivating things though. Let's talk about the blessing that is Cha Cha. I'm not going to explain what this is to you, I'll just give you this phone number and you can be surprised or just not do anything--EVERYONE WINS! ok so call this: 1.800.224.2242.
I decided that I want to work for cha cha. Apparently they're not hiring at the moment (we inquired about this via cha cha) but I'm hoping in the next week or so they will be hiring, so I can work while I'm at work. mucho moola. ballin. so don't apply to work for them, because I will be severely angry if you take my job. ok, now I can tell you something that you might actually care about. There are ghosts in kevin's house, and quite possibly mine too. They talked to his mom while she was cleaning the other day, and now I'm just freaked out of my mind. I think I will tell you more about this later, when I have internet access again, but I have to go get pizza now. Until then, look out for dead people, particularly the transparent kind. peace out