Thursday, December 31, 2009

el ano nuevo.

2009 is over tonight.  it was a busy, interesting, and at times very difficult year. and since reminiscing is a by product of this time of year, here i go:

worst parts: josh & erin's troubles, dad's hospitalization, dad's diagnosis, dad's layoff, dad's second hospitalization, the screw-up with my summer schedule, swine flu, the raccoon saga, uncle donald's death, trying to settle dad's parents' estate, the busiest semester ever.

best parts: eli young band with nick & kristy, buying and playing the wii with the group,  booked up with the group, camping with daddy, snow!, glee night with nick & erin, obama's inauguration, corresponding with ray freaking bradbury!!, my birthday celebration, getting to teach online.

the good parts are fairly equal to the bad. it's been a decent year. i know that i have it better and easier than so many others, so i'll say that despite its hardships, 2009 has been good.  so now on to the resolutions.

in 2009 i resolved to:
1) work seriously on the bradbury project. maybe even go to ohio to see the manuscripts.  fail.  hah!  the year actually began promisingly enough with the project, but i haven't touched it in several months.
2) make more time for things i enjoy: taking pics, baking, reading, etc. check.  kind of. i've indulged in those a little more this year and have even picked up a few new hobbies.
3) set firm deadlines for grading papers and meet them. check.  it's just easier when it's organized and on a schedule.

in 2010 i will:
1) work seriously on the bradbury project. maybe even go to ohio to see the manuscripts.
2) take care of my family and be a better daughter.  

best of 2009 (the best things i've encountered this year)
    * pride and prejudice and zombies - jane austen & seth grahame-smith
    * them: adventures with extremists - jon ronson
    * the know it all - a.j. jacobs
    * the book of the courtesans - susan griffin

    * american saturday night - brad paisley
    * vagarosa - ceu
    * sunny side up - paolo nutini
    * taxi amarillo - taxi amarillo
    * save me, san francisco - train
    * ga ga ga ga ga - spoon

    * public enemies
    * monsters vs aliens
    * up
    * inglourious basterds
    * drag me to hell
    * the hangover

2009 in review (quotes from my dear bloggy blog):
enero: "this month brings many beginnings: new year, new classes, new students, new president, new cabinet. each with opportunities to correct past mistakes, to learn things anew, and to aid future success.  "
febrero: "ray freaking bradbury wrote my name!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
marzo: "yesterday, my friends and i went to archer city, texas."
abril: "i will purchase every book the man has published and every edition of fahrenheit 451 ever produced (accept the asbestos edition because i don't have $30,000 to spend on it--although if someone were to give it to me i wouldn't turn it down)."
mayo: "the next morning, we schlepped back over to the fishing pier to drop some more lines."
junio: " congrats, pixar. you did something few other films have made me do: cry like a girl. "
julio: "he's been out in the day because he's too young to effectively catch little mice, so he's hungry and foraging for anything he can find. it's like a freaking disney movie really. and my dad's cruella deville."
agosto: "inglourious basterds = awesome."
septiembre: "so there you have it. bankers suck."
octubre: "my best friend was on the news this morning."
noviembre: "mr. scantron,
i don't use you very often. when i do, i would love it if you could work. the first time. not the twelfth. you don't get to pick and choose which of my students' exams you would like to grade. you have to grade them all. this is your job. your purpose. your destiny. buck up!"
deciembre: " i called my mom (who couldn't talk for laughing) and she confirmed that there are usually 9-10 treats per bag.  we had three left."

happy new year!!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, December 24, 2009

merry christmas everyone!

Friday, December 18, 2009

the dog who ruined christmas.

so i have five dogs.  i'm one of "those" people who buys christmas presents for their dogs.  and i wrap them.  and i put them under the tree.  my dogs have never bothered them until:

christmas caper 2009: the dog(s) who ruined christmas!

all was quiet in the house.  mardi and maddy were in my room with sugarplum fairies dancing in their heads.  shelby was sleeping peacefully with my dad, all snuggled up in the electric blanket.  that left two.  the less-than-dynamic duo.  abbie and sophie:

i was awakened by crunching.  lots of crunching.  i assumed that sophie was eating breakfast--she's a loud cruncher.

i was correct.  if you call breakfast one of their christmas presents.  i give you exhibit a: sophie, in the middle of the damage. (it's dark and hard to see because i had to take pics with my phone and forgot to turn the light on--sorry!)

exhibit b: 

note: the dog in the foreground has been found innocent of all charges.

i will give them this, they opened and ate their own present and left everyone else's (including the other dogs) alone.  though, they were interupted in the middle of their scheme.  exhibit c:

i watch sophie go up to the bag, take a treat out of it, then run waddle around the corner to eat it.  i grab the bag of treats.

exhibits d and e:

 i called my mom (who couldn't talk for laughing) and she confirmed that there are usually 9-10 treats per bag.  we had three left.

so on top of ruining their christmas, they will later have bellyaches that we will have to deal with. merry christmas to us.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

sick and tired of being sick and tired.

this is my vacation.  

i am sick--sick enough to do nothing but lie in bed all day sleeping (so not me).

what's the moral of this story, you may ask.  it's this:  this freaking sucks!  i can't bake the hundreds of "to be baked" recipes i have marked; i can't finish the christmas shopping that needs to be finished; i can't talk to my best friend cause my voice is practically non existent; i can't enjoy my precious time off!

it's been a long, hard, very, very busy semester and i need a break that doesn't involve sore throats, endlessly stuffy then runny noses, and fever.  seriously vacation gods, what gives?!
in other news, what's with the lack of apostrophes i've noticed these days?  seriously, the apostrophe means something.  bloggers and news outlets should really use them.  just sayin'.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

brandipalooza 2009.

it began friday. my family couldn't be together until friday, so we waited to have thanksgiving until that day. after stuffing ourselves with turkey, dressing, and all the appropriate fixings, my sister, bestie, and i headed for my fave band's concert. the opening act went on an hour and a half late and then stunk up the place. he did a set of eight songs. six of those were covers. the covers were not....good. we killed time by taking pics, drinking, and playing with my sister's iphone (which she needs to have surgically attached to her hand): my fave new drink, the ricky ricardo: finally eyb took the stage. they were awesome (as usual).
saturday was spent with my family, celebrating both my grandmother's birthday and my own. it culminated in a delicious dinner and a rousing game of partini. my sister and i won. twice. take that aunt betty. sunday was my actual birthday, and my bestie made it quite a fun and special day. it began with a trip to the christmas tree farm: the road trip was followed by a hay ride, after which nick was handed a saw: and we set off on the quest for the perfect christmas tree: finally, we found it, and nick, feeling a little guilty, proceeded to chop it down. he neglected to yell timber as it fell. the stump. don't worry little stump, you have fulfilled your destiny and will be replanted next year: nick then had to drag his tree to the road so we could be picked up: this made him feel very manly. like a lumberjack, really: and, finally, proof that i was indeed there: we then went to his house, decorated the tree, drank hot cocoa, and reveled in the cozy comfort of a warm house, great movie, good friends, and chocolate covered pretzels. it was a good birthday. probably the best so far.

Thursday, November 26, 2009


happy thanksgiving, all!

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

the week of duessa

in order to (hopefully) break free of a string of sucky birthdays, i am mixing things up this year.

in homage to an old coworker of mine, i am titling this week "the week of duessa" and documenting the whole thing:

Day One: it all started. my classes went well. i got to lecture on fairy tales (which excites me more than it probably should), and my students seemed into it. i love ending the semester on a good note, and this project seems to do just that.

we have three weeks until school is out. THANK YOU BABY JESUS!

i discovered tons of new and great music that i have been rocking out to all day. it's awesome. really.

i love itunes. genius rocks!

until tomorrow~duessa, out.

Friday, November 6, 2009

life adventures

things i hate:

1) evil scantron machines.
mr. scantron,
i don't use you very often. when i do, i would love it if you could work. the first time. not the twelfth. you don't get to pick and choose which of my students' exams you would like to grade. you have to grade them all. this is your job. your purpose. your destiny. buck up!

2) high school english teachers who can't communicate intelligently through e-mail.
ms. know-it-all-who-actually-knows-nothing,
you suck at typing and spelling. no wonder my students come into class unable to write complete, effective sentences.

3) music research papers.
i loathe you. you destroy my mood and make me want to drink. a lot. please show signs of improvement.

4) my bestie having to work all the time.
best friends job,
hire some freaking people already so i have my best bud/hang out partner back!

things i love:

1) the new train album.
you rock. keep on rocking. never change! xoxo

2) apple danishes.
you are delicious and cinnamony and oh so good on a crisp fall morning.

3) Jon Ronson.
mr. ronson,
you are a hi-larious writer, and i very much enjoy your books. please write something new soon.

3) anticipation of upcoming events
concerts/plays i will be attending soon,
i'm really looking forward to you. please be great!

Sunday, November 1, 2009

halloween and spooky things...

it all started at 8. an assortment of characters showed up: kittens, rednecks, midgets with attitude, ewoks, and more.

it was, simply put, a hot mess.

we managed a few group pics.
the kitten.
the redneck. check out that mullet.

the goth fairy.
the american loathing, wine guzzling, chain-smoking frenchie.

the mad scientist who's trying not to laugh.
the midget with 'tude.
the midget giving the fairy a little thrill.

the ewok.

my creation. six legs. oh, yes. six legs.

happy halloween, all!

Friday, October 30, 2009


my best friend was on the news this morning.

not him exactly, but his work.

he's designing the interiors of the new UNT stadium, and they discussed the project this morning on the news.

i'm proud.

check it out here.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

aim for their heads, baby jesus.

yup. you read that correctly. aim for their heads, baby jesus. awesome. truly awesome.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009


why is it that we are a people obsessed with labels? we constantly label ourselves, other people, pets, and objects with arbitrary titles. why do we do this?

i'm very quick to label myself: english professor, student for life, baker, seamstress, mommy to five dogs, photographer, and many more. but, none of these self-inflicted labels is all-encompassing of who i am. yes, i am an english professor, and i spend a great deal of my time manipulating the language and literature, but that is just a fraction of the whole.

i am not a person who generally enjoys being placed in a box of any kind. i reject the notion that i can be "figured out". no person is simple enough to be figured out--we are all of us complex, unique individuals with many layers. onions, if you will.

do labels help us relate to one another? do they make us feel more comfortable?

i have no answers but will wear my labels proudly--all the while smirking at the truth i'm privy to: no amount of labels can tell my whole story.

in the words of walt whitman, "i am large, i contain volumes".

Friday, September 11, 2009

eight years later.

it’s september 11th. that thought has been in the back of my head all day today.

it started this morning on my drive to school. i still listen to the same radio station that i did eight years ago. i vividly remember listening the morning of september 11, 2001. that morning, as i drove from denton to dallas, stuck in traffic and very upset, they were my tether to the normal world--the world i would never see again. this morning that same radio show played a tribute that featured some of the audio from that morning so long ago. i teared up.

on campus, a few colleagues and i took a few moments to remember the day. we discussed where we were when we got the news and that, for our young students, that may be the only day in their lives so far where they remember exactly where they were.

in class it happened again. it seems that my september 11th experience has always revolved around the classroom. it’s where i was when i got the news, and it’s where i’ve been every year since.

later with my friends in a semi-crowded theater, we watched a movie that started with a plane crash. again i was reminded of the date.

i’m not saying anything significant by stating that i don’t think i’ll ever have a september 11th where i don’t have these thoughts in the back of my mind. and i think that’s a good thing.

remembering that day makes me appreciate the little things more. running through the rain on a warm summer night, the smell of coffee brewing in the morning, the feeling of finding a perfect new book. all of these insignificant things seem more vivid today.

why is it so easy to forget how lucky we have it? to take pleasure in the simple things?

i don’t know the answers to those questions, but i do know that at least today, september 11th, i do a better job of appreciating the small things.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

i hate banks.

and bankers. and everyone having to do with banks and bankers. they all suck. every last one of them.

the closing on my dad's family home looks like it's been delayed again because the buyer's bank it too f-ing stupid to figure the paperwork out.

we are SOOOOOOOOOO tired of dealing with all the real estate/legal hoopla that is going into this sale. we've been under contract since the beginning of july and were supposed to close fifteen days after the contract date. it's september now. that's way more than fifteen days.

for the love of god, i hope it ends soon (like sometime this week)!

so there you have it. bankers suck.

Friday, August 28, 2009

the funniest thing i've encountered this week...

*Random thoughts from people our age...*

1. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.

2. More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves me.

3. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.

4. I don't understand the purpose of the line, "I don't need to drink to have fun." Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they've invented the lighter?

5. Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.

6. That's enough, Nickelback.

7. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when Iwas younger.

8. Is it just me, or are 80% of the people in the "people you may know" feature on Facebook people that I do know, but I deliberately choose not to be friends with?

9. Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.

11. There is a great need for a sarcasm font.

12. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the f was going on when I first saw it.

13. I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.

14. How the he** are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

15. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.

16. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.

17. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.

18. A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.

19. Was learning cursive really necessary?

20. Lol has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".

21. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.

22. Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.

23. My brother's Municipal League baseball team is named the Stepdads.Seeing as none of the guys on the team are actual stepdads, I inquired about the name. He explained, "Cuz we beat you, and you hate us."Classy, bro.

24. Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart".

25. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?

26. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a di*k from cutting in at the front. Stay strong,brothers!

27. Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using 'as in' examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss's last name to an attorney and said "Yes that's G as in...(10 second lapse)..ummm...Goonies"

28. What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?

29. While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road andinstinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.

30. MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

31. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

32. I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.

33. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.

34. I would like to officially coin the phrase 'catching the swine flu' to be used as a way to make fun of a friend for hooking up with anugly woman. Example: "Dave caught the swine flu last night."

35. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.

36. Bad decisions make good stories

37. Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind ifI do!

38. Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier & sluttier every year?

39. If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.

40. Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has togo around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from, this shouldn't be a problem....

41. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.

42. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.

43. There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.

44. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.

45. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.

46. I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'

47. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello?Dammit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?

48. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

49. When I meet a new girl, I'm terrified of mentioning something she hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.

50. I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle,then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.

51. Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles...

52. As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers,but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.

53. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

54. It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.

55. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

56. Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it.

57. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, hitting the G-spot, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I’d bet my a*s everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time...

58. My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day "Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?" How the hell do I respond to that?

59. It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on and the link takes me to a video instead of text.

60. I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.

61. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

62. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.

63. The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag,saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words,someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimated that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself. There's nothing like being made to feel like a fat bastard before dinner


Sunday, August 23, 2009


inglourious basterds = awesome.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

the very sad state of things.

i was surfing the web this evening when i stumbled upon this little gem:
in case, it's not clear, the link reads "whose hair is a 'do' & who's is a 'dud'?"

all i have to say is WOW. how does one go about getting it right in the first half of the sentence only to screw up so royally in the second? WOW.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

raccoon watch day three: the drama continues

it's day three, and our little buddy is still around. yesterday we found him in the same tree as the day before. we consulted a raccoon rescue organization, and they gave us tons of helpful information about him.

he's about three months old and apparently has been separated from his mother. most likely she was trapped or run over, leaving this little guy an orphan. he's been out in the day because he's too young to effectively catch little mice, so he's hungry and foraging for anything he can find. it's like a freaking disney movie really. and my dad's cruella deville.

we decided to go ahead and purchase a humane trap (since it seems that we have a lot of woodland critters in our neighborhood) to try to catch him and release him to a better, more raccoon-friendly area.

we didn't catch him last night. this morning, he was nowhere to be found, so we assumed he'd be back today. sure enough, we were right.

about 3pm we looked out the window and saw this:

a little raccoon head peeping out of the empty squirrel feeder. we moved the trap and loaded it with raccoon-pleasing food items: apples, corn, tuna, peanuts. he took an immediate interest, but made no show to move:

finally, as i was composing an earlier draft of this post, he began to make a run for it. i can only assume that his empty belly eventually led him to get past his fear of my dogs and cruella.

the cage worked appropriately and trapped him very quietly and safely. he proceeded to chow down on all the goodies.

my parents loaded him in the car and took him a little ways down the road to live in a forested area near a brook. just to make sure he had plenty to eat, i made them take some of the squirrel food he was so found of and spread it around where they released him.

i hope he'll be happy and healthy there for the rest of his little raccoon life.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

there's a what?! where?!

setting: yesterday afternoon, around 4PM

happenings: the dogs see a squirrel (or three) outside, so we let them out. thirty seconds later they are raising hell at the tree in the corner of our yard. this is not beyond their usual "SQUIRREL!-SQUIRREL!-let-me-out-let-me-out-oh-my-god-there's-a-squirrel-i-must-eat-him-or-see-him-destroyed" behavior, but something was a little off.

we looked outside. this is what we saw:

there was a dark spot that's not usually there. we got a little closer:
wait a second, that's not a squirrel. it looks couldn't be. closer still:
it is. a freaking raccoon in my tree. he was in the yard and the dogs must have scared him, so he ran up a tree. having never actually seen a raccoon in person before, i was curious. i walked up to the tree and snapped a couple of pictures. he was little, obviously a young raccoon, and he looked terrified.
after consulting with each other and the local animal control office, we decided to remove the squirrel and bird feeders from the back yard, keep the dogs in the house, and let the little guy go about his business. in the hopes of enticing him down, i smeared some peanut butter on some bread and gingerly placed it on the fence. he took a definite interest, but did not come down.

a few hours later, we watched as he crawled down.
UPDATE: as i was typing this, the dogs started screeching at the back door. our little buddy is back again. and in the same tree.

anyone know how to raccoon proof your yard?

Monday, July 6, 2009

only in texas.

i just got off the phone with one of my best buds. our convo went a little something like this:

him: it's really nice out tonight.
me: i know. i haven't been outside, but i'm actually a little cold inside the house, so it must be kind of cool outside.
him: my air conditioner hasn't run much at all this evening.

i thought nothing of this little exchange until i hung up the phone and glanced at the tv screen. there, in the bottom right of the screen, was the temperature: 82.

82 degrees apparently now qualifies as "cool".

wow. go texas.

Monday, June 22, 2009

only 15?

Don’t take too long to think about it.
Fifteen books you’ve read that will always stick with you (in no particular order).
First fifteen you can recall in no more than 15 minutes.
Copy the instructions into your own post.

1. Love in the Time of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
2. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
3. Cancer Ward - Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
4. L'Assommoir - Emile Zola
5. Fahrenheit 451 - Ray Bradbury
6. 100 Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
7. His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
8. The Inferno - Dante
9. The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe - Edgar Allan Poe
10. Erasure - Percival Everett
11. The Awakening - Kate Chopin
12. Salt - Mark Kurlansky
13. The Faerie Queene - Edmund Spenser
14. The Heart and Stomach of a King - Carole Levin
15. Devil in the White City - Erik Larson

hmmm. a healthy mixture of narrative nonfiction, classical texts, and good, solid contemporary fiction. gotta love a well-rounded collection.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

the new funniest thing i've ever seen.

thanks to my best bud for turning me on to this one...

Sunday, June 7, 2009

life lesson #1,069

disney pixar movies are always depressing. the humor is just not enough to get past the sadness. take for instance this:

it's a beautiful movie, really, it is. but it is also the most depressing movie ever. congrats, pixar. you did something few other films have made me do: cry like a girl.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

life lesson #1,068

wax museums are creepy regardless of your age.

they are creepy when you're five, twelve, and twenty-six.

no matter how innocuous and innocent the wax figures may be, it will always seem as if their eyes are following you, or they are lying in wait to chase you down the hall and into the mirror maze to attack you with one of their "for display purposes only" weapons.