I have braids on top of my head. Two of them.

I'm obsessed with owls. I know they're like scooper-dooper trendy right now but what can I say? I'm a trend-follower.

I can't get enough of Pushing Daisies. Thanks to Ned and Chuck, all I can think about is murder and pie. Also, I'm in love with Ned, and clearly I'm a better match for him because I can actually touch him. I don't know why he hasn't realized that yet.

Even though you know you're not ignorant, being called ignorant sometimes makes you want to cry. Even if it's over the phone and you don't know the person you're talking to.

I had mole (not the animal, the spicy chocolate sauce, I just can't do a fancy accent over the "e") for the first time this week. It is delicious and so rich.

I still haven't put up any pictures on here and I'm sorry. I have a lot from Christmas and stuff but when I get home from life at 9:00pm all I want to do is shower and get in bed with Ned and Chuck and Olive.

I want a craft room. With a craft table. And a "work space".

I want a pet hedgehog. Or something really fuzzy. Like a fuzzy little owl. He'd fit right in with all my accessories.

I better check some stuff off my to-do list this weekend or I'll never get it done. And I really want to check something off on my Google Tasks (I just started using it and I haven't checked anything off yet).

I am going to Sundance Film Festival tomorrow. I BETTER see someone awesome. That's the only reason I go. So I can be a creepy celebrity stalker.

I keep a blanket under my desk because I am always cold. And I have a paper yeti holding a calendar on top of my desk because I never know what day it is.

I tried the cute indietwobraidswrappedovermyhead thing today. I don't know if I'm pulling it off. It's part helmet made of bobby pins and part milk maid who fixed her hair two weeks ago and then climbed every mountain and forded every stream.

Sometimes I wish I just had clip-on bangs. Then I wouldn't have to keep going back and forth between growing them out and wanting to cut them.

Last night a couple neighbor boys came over and I was in the fullness of my homeless pajamas glory. With work out hair and no make up. And I may or may not have been wearing a bra. I wasn't. I didn't think it would be that hard to be cool and act like nothing was unusual about the situation. I have no idea what we talked about while I was there.

that's all. k seeyaloveyabye