If you feel like participating in the new poll, which actually has some sort of purpose this time, and you wish to research a bit, here is a link-->Pandora
and here is a pic
Sick huh? I thought so too.

JEEEZZZZ

So my mother has decided to also get on my ass about blogging. She's currently off to make me a blueberry marg, courtesy of marens mam. She's also going to give me a back rub. ps, mare, it's indie. fyi. and they would be offended by anything because that's just what they do. they act offended and like you're a stupid piece of trash because you're not a vegan. I'm going to freak my shit. my mother is trying to tell me what to write in the blog. what. a. whore. i'm puzzled as to how short summer seems and how long everything else seems. i'm so effing unhappy about school starting and my not being able to see my marebear for another 3948573802 years. instead of counting down the days til school, i'll count down the days until i can see mare again. what the hell was that naan i had last night!!!??? it was un.be.lievable. i could eat it every day of my fricken life. it was naan, but it had nuts, and coconut, and sweet spices, and it was the best thing i've ever had in my mouth ever. even though cosmo says that you should pretend that a guys penis is the best thing you've ever had in your mouth, i say that no one at cosmo has ever had this bread. i ate dog/cat food for dinner tonight... that was disgusting. and i'm off to clean rosie's ears. ps. everyone should read THIS.
good god i love life.

Since Michelle is being lazy...

Now comes the week that we ready ourselves for year 2/3 of college. And I feel like I'm the only person without a fb status counting down the days until I move in. Like, YAY. I can't wait to throw myself back into the sleepless study abyss where I'm surrounded by alcoholics from Boston that still manage to be smarter than me! Ok, I admit I'm being a little cynical and bitchy, but I do enjoy sleeping for 12 hrs every night and only having to answer to my dogs. Except after watching Walle last night, I feel like I should be in a constant state of motion or else I'll become a boneless fatty that eats out of a cup. Perhaps I'll pace around my kitchen table while I write this. Perhaps I'm being such a debby downer because Kevin left yesterday, which means summer is pretty much over. Let's lighten the mood shall we?

Dan and I designed our house yesterday. So. We are going to have a house with a wrap around porch, and our house is going to be covering a giant indoor pool--and that's it. All the rooms in the house will be little islands floating in the pool, so you have to swim from room to room, or kayak or canoe or float, whatever your pleasure. Also, there will be a moat surrounding the house in which our guest houses will float. yes we will be able to afford it! geesh, have a little faith. of course Michelle wants a big guest house, and that's what she'll get. At the moment we only have two others in mind: one for Nikolai and Nora, the other for Sam and Kevin. Pretty sweet huh? If you want in, well that's just too bad.

Also, somebody hayed our field a few weeks ago, and the hay bales are still here! yeeee! they look like giant after dinner mints or giant mini marshmallows. Not giant regular marshmallows for the proportions are totally different. I love it when my backyard is adorned with giant mini marshmallows

The folk festival is this weekend! That means lots of binging on fried food and indian food--the best--and hippies dancing to reggae music. Always a local favorite. I'll have to break out my indie/hippy attire from storage. Question: do indie kids prefer indie or indy spelling-wise? I don't want to offend anyone. Unfortunately, I lost my kickass fake ray bans, so I'll just have to rock the aviators. They go with my nose piercing better anyway, but it will take away from the indie vibe.

Well that's all for now. I did skip a lot of the highlights from the month of august, but when the time is right, I'll break them out again. I think I'm going to the bank right now, then I'll go get some weekend jeans and newton faulkner.

Dear Michelle,

Michelle, update this NOW! or I fork you





<3

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.