The REAL Yellow Pages

Obviously I learned how to upload pictures to my blog. Hurray for me!

My brother and his girlfriend Mattie have an ongoing 'feud' over Matties habit of playing with her hair and wadding the loosened strands into a veritable hairball. Stefan says Mattie puts them on the dresser or counter but they always end up on the floor and he has to vaccuume them up all the time. Mattie, Audrey, and i were discssing how much hair we lose since it's long. Sometimes I think surely I'm going bald b/c I lose SO MUCH hair every day, especially in the shower. They said it happened to them too, so i didn't feel so, you know, bald. That was when I learned about Matties hairball habit. The conversation at the bottom is from a scene that occurred later in the evening as Stefan and I joked about our neighbors who fuss at us for being loud outside or having backporch parties but when THEY had a party their friends were bragging about doing crystal meth? Can we say FREAKS!? Our neighbors are art/museum curators, big snobs, and they curb their stupid little chihuahuas in our front yard, even if we're standing right there. How RUDE! My only comfort comes from knowing surely one of them will be reincarnated as a clump of sod or a a weed, or a fire hydrant...you know, something attractive to dog urine. Mwahaha.

yeah, THEY tell US to shut the hell up at three thirty in the morning and they're up for 3 days strait...the only time they get pissed and yell is when they're crashing. haha.......
Oh my gosh--you dropped it--look! it looks like mr hankey!

It's my mister hankey!

Where did it go? Oh god! there! its a hankey!

It's a misses hankey!

It's a baby hankey! put it in the trash Mattie!

Look rachel it's a hankey!

PUT it in the trash!! oh no, where'd he go? is he on the floor? hey, what's in that hand? Awgh! Aagh!

Miss hankey!

Kill it! Kill it Audrey!

Miss hankey run! Run miss hankey run!

GOD you're so nasty (Stefan leaves the room)

(Audrey, a few seconds later after noticing the hairball had disappeared) What'd he do with it?

(Mattie) Dont worry therell be another miss hankey tomorrow...

Ladder bridge, Trail of Tears, Phenix City 

Joseph Grimes and Me, Tsali mtb trail. 

Wildflowers from West Va. 

blue tulips 

This is me (again) on Laurens horse. 

ME...after riding 100 miles on my road bike--woohoo! 

Robinski and me shortly after the assault on my pack by mama bear. 

Pisgah National Forest--After a day of mountain biking. 

SeedPod--the pod is bright pink and the seeds are orange. This was a fav of mine as a kid and I found it growing outside my apt in Atl. 

This is Louie, Stitch, Rocky, and Moi 

And I do remember you-

Well, it's Monday Monday. Manic? I doubt it would qualify for manic, I'd have to call that company whos telepeople determine whether something is "really funny" or "pretty funny"--you know the one. Maybe they'd do a manic assessment for me, but I dont think it was manic. I was it gave me a chance to listen to the newest REM cd enough times that I now LOVE every song on there. And ironically enough the one song that I at first didn't like that much, is now one of my favs. I owe this to Rob, "thanks ROB!" because my REM love had nearly died over the past year and he has helped rekindle it. Aw-
Anywho...we're having a big crowd for Thanksgiving this year. Some family from Florida is up, Papa is home (yay!), Jackie is flying in from TX, and Joseph, who is now pretty much inducted into the family for the most part, is I believe going to join us as well for some holiday cheer. Then perhaps Rob and Andy-poo and his beau and I will be heading to Hot Springs for some camping fun. (insert corny camping commercial here) perhaps perhaps. Good times.
I'm outdit-

Circadian Rhythms

Well well well. I dont think anyone knows about this place yet. Its a secret!
I've seen today with its newsprint fray-my night is colored headache gray. Dont wake me with so much-
This morning the radio got into my dreams again. I never know when it actually comes on, eventually I wake up sometime after my previously predicted time that I, the night before, thought I'd need to get up--this morning I rolled out of bed at 7:23am and I have an 8am class. Ideally on MonWedandFri, I leave the house by 7:15 to catch the 7:30 train, but alas, the radio became my dream instead of waking me from it. Damn the radio. But it did make for a funny dream, something about the djs getting people to stay on the phone for two hours to get tickets for something. I think my mind kindof warped the actual talk show, one of the guys they called in my dream was like "I'm on my way to work, I can't say on the phone! Besides, I'm on my cell phone, that would run my bill through the roof" and the guys were just laughing "oh come on! dont you want these tickets?" And I was laying in bed thinking "I hope they dont call me"
I had set my alarm for 6:15. Good lord, what's that...an hour before I actually fell into consciousness--since I was quite late, naturally I didn't have time for coffee before class so I plodded over to a cafe between lecture and lab and had a petite mocha with an extra espresso shot before embarking on the bio lab journey. Anyway today so far is really tedious. I'm late for class again-
Chance chance chance chance
Friday bank card, yours got stuck
I loaned you a phone quarter said "good luck"
where are you now

Turquoise

I've resorted to blogging because I've had it with geocities. Congratulations to me.

Whoa, where do you go
when you dont want no one to know
who told tomorrow
Tuesdays dead
-Yusef Islam a.k.a. Cat Stevens