Grooveshark - Nobody Loves Me

I use Grooveshark a lot and found out I could create a widget and add it on the sidebar. Cool huh? I get hooked on songs and play them over and over until I'm absolutely sick of them. So now when that happens, I'll upload them here so you can get sick of them with me.

This is the Nobody Loves Me "play list", I use quotes because it's only two songs:

Sour Times - Portishead
As Far As I Can See - Phantogram

Enjoy and don't worry, I know everybody loves me. Especially the girl licking her lips in the picture above.

A Waffles Reunion!

Once upon a time I had a rabbit and his name was Waffles. Monica, Courtney, Andrea and I had spent a lot of time googling breeds of rabbits, what they eat, how to take care of them and wondering if that giant rabbit was actually real (still undecided!). Then one day we were watching TV and Frank Beamer had a commercial spot for a local pet store and what did they have? RABBITS. And rabbits with floppy ears, no less.
We literally got in the car immediately after the commercial ended, picked out a little brown bunny and took Waffles home in a cardboard box. We found that Waffes was a cuddle bunny (yeah-that's a real thing), who binkied (also a real thing) when he was happy and didn't like carrots. We dressed him up as a pumpkin, put him on a leash, tried to fashion him a diaper, took him on picnics and made up songs about him.

When I graduated, he lived with me in my basement where my Mom and Koa gave him lots of attention while I was at work. One day while he was running around the basement, Koa somehow got down there and licked him until he was soaking wet. When I moved to Georgetown he came with me and though his words might mislead you, Trees loved Waffles (it's okay, you can admit it). But at this point, I wasn't giving him the attention he needed anymore. He couldn't run around on our wooden floors and I was gone all day long. I can't tell you how guilty I felt, all I saw was a sad under-loved bunny and a bad Mama - me, that's me.

In short, I decided to find a new home for Waffles about a year ago because he deserved it and because I couldn't feel like the bad guy in a Disney Channel movie anymore, grrrr I have dark features and negelect cute bunnies. So yes, part of it was selfish, but I really thought Waffles would be happier with someone who could give him more time-and I think he is.

Sob story over because Waffles and I had a reunion last night. I'm not sure if he remembered me or I just know exactly how he likes to be pet, but he hopped right to me and started nuzzling into my coat, otherwise I would have been able to get a better picture of his ridculously cute nose and chubby cheeks. Not much has changed.

I think most of you are friends of Waffles, so I thought you'd like to know that he is still the absolute cutest and softest bunny in the world.

Hey Yo This Beat is Bananas

Doesn't that look like a Pirate boat? I took it in Venice with the smell of weed from the drum circle wafting in the air. I saw a two headed turtle at the freak show there too. Kind of a weird place, Venice Beach. Kind of amazing actually. Even though there were all kinds of dogs and people walking around, babydoll heads buried in the sand, men dancing on trash cans and teenage couples giving you goofy smiles as you caught them passing a joint back and forth, it all seemed so peaceful. Maybe it was the sun going down and the big waves (they were seriously big, you can't really tell in the picture) drowning out some of the noise, but the vibe of Venice Beach is completely different from Los Angeles itself and it was refreshing.

Anyways, I have a lot of pictures I took out in LA, but haven't had the time to sort through and edit them (or in the very least, turn them into JPGs-it happens a lot, sorry). Adding this class into my schedule took away a lot of my watching The Wire/going to Trader Joe's/reading and general down-time. I love Thursdays, it's usually the first time during the week I can actually relax. I'm always hesitant to plan anything because there's nothing I look forward to more than a few shows lined up and a recipe in hand. Tonight, I'm going to try and pan fry chickpeas and convince myself tofu is delicious. Good luck, right?

24th Birthday Parties Go Something Like This:

At Lucky Strike. But don't expect to win or anything, because I'm (randomly) good, if I'm drinking. And if I'm not good, you're not allowed to say anything because it's my birthday and I've been known to cry.

Two Funny Pictures

Two photos from this weekend that made me laugh a lot.

The first: This is what Trees does when I leave my camera out. I have usually forgotten of the surprise attacks until I go through my camera and find a sequence of 8 photos depicting me with the refrigerator door open and moving closer and closer to the camera with a half amused and half horrified look on my face.
This time I will give credit to Trees for capturing the intimate relationship I have with Teddy, acting pillow and defender against all creatures of the night (official title and definitely cooler than your Teddy/Bearsy).

The second: Victoria being a good model and Drew photobombing my homework. We were walking to the Dupont Farmers Market and by the way, I'm always worried I'm getting the refuse of all the produce when I get there any time after 10 but after noon, Bonaparte Breads gives out buy one get one free baked goods. So maybe sleeping in until 11am is not the worst of ideas on a dreary Sunday.

The Santa Monica Pier

One of the more interesting things about being in Los Angeles was seeing the names of places I'd always heard stacked and layered on top of eachother. Santa Monica above Muscle Beach, which is in Venice Beach and if you drive East towards Hollywood, you pass through Beverly Hills and Bel Air and if you look to the right, there's Rodeo Drive.

The Santa Monica Pier, however, was not one of the things I had ever heard of, which was surprising because it was a complete clusterfuck of tourist traps. Yet, I loved it.
Oh come on, you've gotta do the touristy things at least once. Like getting a Star Map...which we did. I might have a photo of Monica posing in front of Fergie's mailbox just before we passed Josh Duhamel in his black pick-up truck.
That somewhat embarassing confession aside, the Santa Monica Pier was pretty incredible. We went out on the Pier and bought over-priced sodas, we took a romantic ride on the Ferris Wheel looking down at the sprawling beach and over-saturated pier and we ate lunch on a lifeguard stand with a couple who would (could?) not. stop. making out. We thought about Marissa Cooper and her lifeguard stand/sanctuary and how she would go there to cry when Ryan (or Jimmy) punched someone, but I guess Jimmy Cooper was usually getting punched. And yeah, later, we watched the OC.

So pretty much all those things you expected me to do in LA?

I did them.

Bubble Snap App

This app is amazing. Uh oh, and it's free.

I think this will keep me busy until I get the battery to my camera back (yeah I'm dumb), then I can upload photos from my trip to LA-not that they are great, but look forward to a very special photo of a very special star on the Hollywood Boulevard Walk of Fame. Oh and lots of trees. The trees in LA are off da hook, if you know what I mean.

LA Weather

You've got to be kidding me.

I am so sick of wearing tights with my dresses and skirts and I was looking forward to/in need of a little skin+direct sunlight bonding this weekend while I'm in California. Grrrr especially at a 60% chance of precipitation Tuesday when I was going to bike around Venice Beach.

Alas.

At least I've still got Monica and the hopes of seeing Zac Efron.

Wingapo

I know I've been neglegent, but here's one of my favorite pictures I found in my room last night. Alli, me and Monica at the giant teepee outside Harrisonburg, VA.

A few other favorite things:

A bottle of wine is the perfect size to split with another, provided they will listen to you talk endlessly.

Peanutbutter, honey and lime bites made with liquid nitrogen. They honey becomes crystallized like gold.

LA this weekend.

Don't Think Twice, It's All Right by Bob Dylan.

Sunny days and thoughts of farmer's markets.

Andes Mint brownies made by Kathryn O'Connor for Valentine's Day.

Dear Future Me,

Was your artichoke lemon pasta delicious? You need to start learning how to cook meat. Dear future me, I hope you're eating more meat. Your hair looks fantastic, it's so dark! Dearest me, what does one write in these letters and why did/am you/me suddenly switch to speaking as if you were the 19th century?
Wait, I'm confused. Just eat more meat, okay?

Love,
Kerry

Futureme.org

So I'm Taking this Class

I really think I have raw talent. You know, like an eye for this kind of thing.
I mean you can see it in this assignment. Make a vehicle. I didn't just make a vehicle, oh-ho-no. I gave this vehicle a personality. Granted I gave it the personality of a semi angry/semi hungover but definitely no good for the environmenty...semi(truck), but who isn't in the market for one of those? Great aunt Betty would want her late-to-mid century sofa to be moved in this truck, just trust me.

My classmates described it as "interesting" and "cute", but obviously I'm opening a dialogue about our culture here people. Your space ships were stupid anyways.

Virginia Beach in the Winter

The Beach in the winter is a simultaneously depressing and exciting thing. While a lot of things are closed until the high season and the empty streets seem to wait for throngs of vacationers to fill them, it's also like accidentally seeing someone naked. So that's what they look like in the winter.

Drew and I went to visit Plum and Grandpa this weekend in Virginia Beach. There were lots of tunnels and holding our breath, lots of walking on the windy beach and dog-spotting and lots of Taylor Swift and snacks (he had never had Sour Patch Kids).
The Old Cavalier Hotel was closed, so you can see we had to suffice by riding a bike around the parking lot and maybe climbing up onto the roof and praying we didn't fall through the roof. Even peering through the windows and trying to devise ways to break into the Hotel was exciting. That has to be one of my favorite places.
On Sunday we drove over the 17-mile long Chesapeake Bay Bridge (terrifying) into the Eastern Shore. What a deserted and strange place. We didn't see any wild horses, but the pebble-littered bay side was hidden behind grassy dunes and it made me feel like I was on the edge of the Earth.

January and February always seem to be the longest months but they are absolutely flying this year. Slow down before I'm 24!

Dress Your President in American Apparel

I thought American Apparel could sink no lower than this.

The baby mannequin is still up in the Gerogetown American Apparel and continues to dawn season-appropriate outfits. For example, the baby is currently sporting a long purple crushed velvet skirt, a brown cardigan and an olive beanie.

This, however, I saw in the window of the Penn Quarter location. Definitely a State of the Union worthy outfit. Well done American Apparel...again.

PS This post gives me a reason to create an Obama tag. Yes!

Bistrot du Coin

Escargot and Cote du Rhone on the zinc bar.

Yes yes, I know they are a bit blurry and a lot dark, but I'm not about to fight against a dimly lit bistrot, rather, encourage it and my hand aint' so steady.

Green glass bottles, snails absolutely swimming in garlic and butter and glasses and glasses of red wine. It's less like Dupont Circle and more like Le Marais. But I can also walk back to my apartment in less than 10 minutes (dangerous-especially when they begin to throw open their front windows).
I wish the servers had been French, is that unfair? I just wanted to hear one obnoxiously untouched French accent, though, Alli and I did make a point of reading the wine list in French accents while we were waiting for a table. It makes me crazy that Alli has a better French accent without ever having taken a class than me, having taken 8 years of French. She is making a great deciding face in the first picture and yes, Alli is one of those people that actually makes those kinds of faces in real life.

Can we all just agree to go to Paris sometime?

Texts from My Dad

"Prodigal daughter"

"So did u make it wench?"

"Fire sure is hot ova here"

"U ducking me wench? Replacements last night at 8pm-see it?

"You no vistit us today? We miss you"

"You're smelcome"

"Have stupendously safe and enjoyable trip"

"How you b? Heading out for Mexican"

"Buenos noches"

Still love him even if he hasn't responded to my last two text messages.

My Boots

Georgetown snow in the early morning

Finally, a little bit of snow. It makes the buttons and zippers and gloves and breathing deeply into your hands worth it. I welcomed the blisters from my boots and tried to ignore the salted streets because honestly, would a snow day have been so terrible?

I would have stayed home in my union suit, reading for book club and questioning how many hot chocolates in one day is too many (more than two, I'm afraid-but ghetto mochas don't count!)

I love the slowness of snow days as if the stillness of the air affects time. Somehow I always fit in hours of sledding plus thawing time plus endless pots of hot chocolate that my Mom always seemed to have ready right when we got home from the sledding hill PLUS a viewing of Snow Day, always. But I'll save that for a real snow storm.

Sweet Teeth

You guysssss, did you ever watch Pippi Longstocking? Lauren and I loved that movie. This scene is like a vague dream from my childhood. When I see it, I can taste the smell of my pillowsack when it's filled with Halloween candy. Those kids eat so much candy they can hardly breath and they eat it until they are sick. That's how I always wanted to eat candy.

When you were younger, didn't you think alcohol was going to be delicious? In the movies people were always wanting to drink it so I assumed it tasted amazing and it always looked so sparkly and adult. I imagined tumblers full of whiskey tasting of liquified Swedish Fish.
Dommage.

Tuesday Evenings

This particular Tuesday we had a belated celebration of two events that happen to fall on the same day, the birth of our Lord and Savior, Norite and Jesus' birthday. Somehow we pulled off a surprise dinner at Acqua al 2 across from THE Eastern Market and then had Secret Santa at my apartment. I love love Eastern Market, especially when I can catch more of a glimpse from the shuttle. After 5:00 all the young(ish) black frame glasses-wearing brunette people return from their downtown DC jobs to their pastel rowhouses to cook fabulous dinners and leave their curtains wide open. Seriously, everyone living in Eastern Market is brunette.

The food was good, I had gnocchi with Italian cabbage that would make Fabio (and his turtle) swoon. The company, however. Well lets just say I was happy we were seated in a dark corner where we could only make the couple next to us, and not the entire restaurant, uncomfortable. After cheesecake with an exposed red bra reduction, we had a lovely drive back to Georgetown through night light DC. Add still getting excited to see the Capitol to the long list of the reasons why I hate the metro.

These Tuesdays make the weeks go by fast.

Oh and doesn't my water glass look like outer space in the picture?

Why I Have Photoshop

Because I have a very special mission. Because this face needs to be everywhere. Because this is our President.

New Years Weekend

Friday we drove in the Exploder to We the Pizza for lunch. New Years Eve we had a pot-luck, drank lots of champagne (enough that i didn't leave the apartment until 5pm the next day and the highlight of the entire day was juggling fruit) and played Pictionary. My parents also played Pictionary at their New Years Eve party but they played it on the Wii. How are they cooler than me? How?

The rest of the weekend I would like to summarize in a few words.
And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
Thank you.