let this be the epitaph for my heart...

ohhhh...the magnetic fields, how i love them.

project runway, my guilty pleasure. i can't belive angela(?) is still on the show. she's like the crazy nutty bar aunt, superflake! keith keith keith, get over yourself. sometimes, it's not always about who's best at construction, sometimes it's actually about creativity. oh yeah, and i miss michael kors telling someone it looks like a doormat.

good day at the bates motel, things could be turning around, but i still only have 57 more days.....the countdown continues.

apple pie trailers

i sometimes get obsessed with apple trailers. these are the movies that look good to me:

Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles(because i love zhang yimou)
The Science of Sleep(because i loved eternal sunshine...)
Running with Scissors(because i love wes anderson)
American Hardcore(because i love le punk)
Gabrielle(because i love isabel huppert)

...i bossanova witcha!

not much of a weekend, it's been a long time since i've had free access to HBO, and i can definitely say, it puts a dent into my social aspirations. although, i'm loving the DVR thing, i have now been recording all of the pee-wee's playhouse shows on adult swim, thank you adult swim, not to mention various other shows and stupid movies that i've never seen nor would i ever pay to rent them, such as "The Notebook". yep, it's true, i am indeed a girl. i've also been taping tons of stuff for no's. 1 & 2, like, and this is awesome, pee-wee's playhouse, which we get to enjoy together, the indian in the cupboard, which i've yet to see, and foul play, that one's just pure nostalgia. yep, that DVR masheen, it's purty dern neet.

made some good grub tonight, i made a cucumber salad with tomatoes and artichokes and then i sauteed some salmon and we ate them together, turned out wuite nicely. i think the vinegar-y flavor went well with the salmon, although, i think next time i might go for some kind of fish with a more distinct flavor. any suggestions....?

junior varsity

i can't say enough about how i have been living for project runway. and....i hate to admit, but i'm rooting for the punk. i mean, in the aftermath, i really do think santino isn't all that bad, it was really just his cocky self i couldn't take. i can't believe they let that crazy british guy on, even after the diss, what is tim gunn thinking? not to mention that the networks picked it up. i rememeber when they did that to queer eye, didn't last though, probably because of that god-awful opening sequence. i mean, we all know they're gay, but i don't think i've ever heard any gayer music in my life, and i used to be a little gay dance club club kid too.

on another note, the bates motel.....is so boring. there's nothing to do there. i hate watching clocks. 62 days left, 4278 miles left to drive, 142.6 gallons of energy to consume for a job in which i don't even get paid, and 124 hours worth of driving time wasted on not seeing no.s 1 & 2.

x-ray spex

started at the psycho motel today, it was sloooooow. the funny thing is, they all said it was busy. rut-roh. i did get to see some traumas, and that was cool. not much else happened. i couldn't go to sleep last night, the combination of nearly finishing the harry potter 5 book, and the idea of having to drive the commute was itching on the brain, and therefore i only got 3 hours of sleep last night. everytime i was in a dark room today my eyelids got soooooo heeeeaaavvvyyy. i'd have a hard time sitting in a dark room all day long, i can tell you that. the cafeteria at the motel was funny, all the lunch ladies immediately spotted me as fresh meat, and were quite nice, wanted to get all friendly and 'know' my name. funny how small towns are, people there actually are nosy and involved in their immediate surrounding communities. $2 for hot lunch wasn't too bad either, although i didn't quite have the menu choices of yesteryear.

made some killer peach cobbler last night, i think cobbler is seriously the easiest dang dessert to ever make, except for maybe strawberry shortcake. i use the batter that floats to the surface as it bakes, and not the pie crust strip on top type. i don't feel like the pie crust version gets to the roots of a cobbler, nor does it create the same rustic quality. i definitely prefer the floating batter variety, plus it's insanely easy, and delicious. i don't know what to make for next weeks dessert. hmmm, i'm sensing a theme, weekly sunday pastry.....

bates motel

i start at the bates motel tomorrow. i'm hoping the only bad thing about it is the drive, being as it's an hour and fifteen minutes away. damn, i thought a 45 minute commute was bad when in london, and there i could read and people watch. now i get to see corn fields at 85 mph. i haven't used my ipod for awhile, so it had no kind of battery whatsoever, but i've downloading some things that i'd like to hear on a daily basis, so i'm hoping it will do nicely on the morning commute to pass the time. it's plugged in for an overnight charging though, badly needed.

i am officially broke again. it's amazing how student loans get dispersed so easily. and the whole rising gas prices thing, boils me blood to no end. you'd think when the oil companies are recording record breaking profits along the line of 30% higher than last year, we'd actually listen, get outraged, get off our stupid asses and revolt. am i not the one of about 200 people who are seriously perplexed about the issue? seriously folks, raise a stink! write your senator! it's insane. enough of that though....i get too emotional to type.

went to see the ireland last night, good show with some honky-tonk sets. took my mum, she had a nice time, and a bomb pop martini. good times. we'll see how tomorrow rolls.

casserole vs. quiche

no. 1 and no. 2 were in rare form today. i am finding the disciplining actions necessary to keep my kids in line extremely exhausting. now that the ex and i are no longer together, i feel it will worsen, since he will be lax on the disciplining while i will be more firm. that sucks. no. 1 had kind of a breakthrough today though, as we were arguing about why he couldn't have water before bed, he told me i was just trying to be mean while he was being nice and asking, which was not the case. yes, he did ask, but then proceeeded not to listen when i said no, and went to get some water anyways. this is when i became mean, and he became a crazed lunatic who was screaming and crying. i was trying to explain to him that it's not really about the water, it's about listening and respecting me, and so on. we talked it out, he asked nicely, i caved and said yes to the both of them, and then i was commended with words from no. 2 that i was "really nice". job well done in the end...i think.

i have been obsessed with a local, perhaps national architectural style found in a handful of areas here in kc called the atomic ranch, mostly built and designed by an architect named drummond, i think. anyways, they are these crazy tiny ranch style homes with huge windows and kind of a space-agey 70's feel to them, they aslo seem kind of japanese-ish to me also. anyways, i have been hunting them down and longing for one of them to be my new house, but that's a ways off, and they're incresing in value around here, so i hear. i always catch on to things just as they get popular and expensive, never ahead of the curve...