Oh Turnip Head.

I became a ghost today.

Brenda Starr should be your best friend too.

I've been thinking about this a lot lately . . . I don't smoke. I never will. But you have to admit that there are some sentences best said whilst sitting cross-legged on a desk, lighting up a cigarette, circa 1954.

Just for a taste of how cool you could be, cut a straw in half, put on a short skirt-business suit reminiscent of Brenda Starr, add a few finger waves to your newly bobbed hair, and simply lounge somewhere keen. Then try dropping a few of these choice lines (remember to take liberal drags on your straw and lazily talk with your eyes half closed):

"Invisible boyfriends have the best conversations."
". . . and then he removed his eye patch and kissed me."
"I've never met a wealthy man I wasn't in love with."
"I've got a scoop you could really sink your teeth into."
"As your personal assistant I'm completely available to answer . . . mmm . . . personal questions . . . "
"Happy Birthday Mr. President."


Please feel free to add your own line at this point. I have a feeling this could possibly be right up your alley.

Hamlet was quite the pensive hunk.

(I wrote this last January. And it's as true now as it was then.)

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...

I decided today to live in wild abandon. You are welcome to join me.

Things That I Love (on April 13, 2008)

• Pretend Tap Dancing
• Spring FINALLY arriving in all it's pomp (1. Dignified or magnificent display; splendor. 2. Vain or ostentatious display.) and circumstance (5. Detail accompanying or surrounding an event, as in a narrative or series of events. 6. Formal display; ceremony. 7. A particular incident or occurrence.).
• Being officially done w/ the National Conference for Undergraduate Research (I can finally breathe again. My lungs are my own.).
• My New Shoes (Steve Mmmmmmmadden)
• Having a crush on all the boys who live with Ryan N. (including Ryan . . . oh honey you know I wouldn't forget you too.)
• Holding hands and and Amelie-esq kisses circa 2006
• Tulips at Temple Square (Nothing smells more like heaven.)
• East Coast fog from Andy's hotel window.
• Singing along to musicals no one else has even heard of ("Crazy For You"... ? Anyone... ?).
• Getting to sit on top of 8 crawling people whilst acting regal. I could get used to this.
• Not giving back sweaters. It's such a tragedy. But at least my closet is full.

You could at least PRETEND that you love my artform.

Vamp it.

If the afterlife ends up being boring (my best friend's version of heaven . . . ahem . . . you know who you are ) I've decided to take a chance at being a vampire.
But not in the blood-sucking glitter version of the current popular pop culture. Especially if I have to hang around annoying teens who think that "no one really understands" ("I'm Bellahahahahahaaaaa!"(shut up . . . seriously)).

I'm think more like this:

Ah, Vampire Weekend.

I'm kinda mad that I didn't make a video like this first.

There is chalk in my ears, my eyes, and bellybutton, and nose, and toes, and . . .

Three Words:

Festival. Of. Colors.

Three sites you are going to look for me in (I'm the "Where's Waldo" of Holifest)
Site One
Site Two
Site Three

I'm basically (a little) more famous then you (of course).