all marched out.

is it march that comes in like a lion, out like a lamb? i can't remember.

our party was fun. i ate and drank for three hours straight. cashews! cookies, spinach and artichoke dip, bean dip... so good. and i came out of it all with a really cool bag and an adorable apartment.

these are some of the flowers we got to perk the place up:



i don't know what these are called but i like them. they remind me of lions.



so, school starts in a week and i have a list of things i have to accomplish before next monday evening. yikes.

the smell of food.

if there's one thing that scares me more than anything else in this world, it's smelling like food. at work this sunday, practically every couple absolutely reeked of fried food. probably bacon. definitely bacon.

i'm going to start taking pictures again.

flowers i wouldn't mind getting on v-day despite telling my boyfriend that i don't want flowers:

for ever.

pizza slices on a coolish day are the best treat, except when immediately after you finish, a mustard craving kicks up.

tonight i pose these questions:

is a tic tac oblong, or tubular?
do i need to be a member of a social networking website?

other things that need to be decided:

will chocolate cake, even if disguised in red, satisfy my birthday dessert cravings? or is white cake what i want? it's like the mustard/pizza dilemma from earlier in the week: do i go for the novelty, or the standard? also, how can chocolate be red?

my favorite condiment.

since realizing i like mustard, i want to eat mustard as often as possible. i have a lot of catching up to do.

there is almost nothing worse than accidentally listening to a crappy song on itunes. suddenly it assumes you like x-ray specs and the night is shot to hell.

anyway, i'm reliving the 1 a.m. hour at the moment, hence my blog presence. oh, what will i do with you, bad desire?

tonight i ate 6 pieces of pizza, 2 pieces of tomato bread, 1 piece of birthday cake and 2 scoops of ice cream. add it up and it equals extreme happiness. take that, body image!

in other news, there was a code 1 at the walgreen's tonight. that means the drawer was out of singles. panic ensued. also, one of the "cute" boys from high school was in line a few people ahead of us. he is dumpy and bald. oh, brian something, it's sad how time has ravaged you. i never found you attractive, but 93-96 were truly your golden days. i hope you lived it up.