12.31.2008

Slumdog Millionaire

One of the best movies I've seen for a long, long time.

Thoughts about my life if I still lived in EP:
1)I would read a lot more about local heros the Mars Volta in the newspaper
and 2)I would probably attend a lot of Beck shows, since he apparently loves El Paso.

12.27.2008

Badonkadonkey

A tip: Drinking copious amounts of champagne followed by guzzling copious amount of coffee can make for one hell of a stomach ache later on, so don't do it. 

I, of course, learned this the hard way on Christmas. Christmas Eve and Christmas night I attended a couple of classy parties put on by friends of the family. Fortunately I am now old enough to be considered one of the "grown ups" and was allowed the obligatory glass of champagne that accompanies that title. In keeping with the holiday spirit, I suppose, my glass kept getting magically re-filled by unfamiliar adults who grilled me about college. Now of course I was more than happy to go along with this, but no one seemed to realize that four and half glasses of bubbly is enough to make this 5'3" girl a little tipsy. I always played it off cool though, so nothing was ever noticed. Oh, the holidays.


P.S. My grandmother is convinced I'm the next Meryl Streep and is pushing hard from me to study drama at Yale. Actually, more than one member of my family has mentioned this to me, as if it's something people do all the time. Ha!

12.19.2008

Greetings from ice planet Hoth

Twenty minutes out of the cold and I think my fingers are finally starting to regain motor function. ahfl;s. Oops not quite. I went to pick up my paycheck today and upon entering the building I seriously considered submerging my hands into a gigantic fresh-brewed thermos of coffee. My coworker thought this was a bad (and unsanitary) idea, so I restrained myself. At least it's pretty outside. The snowflakes are so fat they look fake.

BTW, I leave this wet pile for sunny El Paso on Sunday. You can bet I'm going to eat so many fucking churros when I get there.

For Christmas all I want are these tights:

and The Dark Knight.


p.s. Of Montreal's sugary nuggets of freak pop have been making me so, so happy lately.