Take a Look...It's in a Book

My mission this summer was to be the most tan and read the most books.  I am doing pretty well on both fronts.  We've all seen the Jersey Shore...Italians are born to bronze.  After C.Slade left me to return to the humid wasteland that is the East Coast in August and both my roommates had flown the coup (Pittsburgh and San Diego respectively) I have had a lot of time to sit on the couch, both inside and outside (thanks to a very fortuitous house sitting situation), and read books.  Here is what I have accomplished so far:

Author's note:  When I said I was going to read the most books I never, not once, made any comments on literary quality.  For these purposes a book is a book my friend...leave your judgments at the door.

1.  The Sex Lives of Cannibals (it's not about what you think)
2. Getting Stoned with Savages (it's about exactly what you think)
3. No Touch the Monkey (sensing a theme here?  travelouge-festival '10)
4. 1984 (because somehow in my academic travels I missed this little guy)
5. Fear and Loathing in Las Vega (couldn't sleep for a week)
6. Happens Everyday (none of us will ever find love...cheers)
7. Eating the Dinosaur (football, ABBA, Weezer, time travel...read it)
8. Dead Until Dawn (get over it, i love TrueBlood)
9. Living Dead in Dallas (i said no judging...)

All in a days work...

You're My Brown-Eyed Girl

I am never going to be that girl who dazzles people with her charm and poise.  That stops a room with a flip of her hair, or stuns a crowd with charisma and dexterity.  I am the kind of girl that while strutting into a party will get her heel caught in a slit in the sidewalk and throw her hands out to steady herself and perhaps knock over a glass.  The kind of girl who goes to open a bottle of wine and breaks the cork.  The kind of woman whose hair never blows in the wind like she is on America's Next Top Model, but instead gets tangled up around her face so she looses her peripheral vision.  I'm the kind of girl who fumbles with chopsticks on a date and gets ice cream on her white sweatshirt.  Whose hair can never stay straight for an entire night and whose pedicure chips right before she puts on a pair of open-toed heels.  I'm the kind of girl who steps in mud at the park in her new, yellow Toms Shoes and the one who broke the first glass when she moved into the new apartment.

I will, however; always be the girl who remembers to send you a card on your birthday with a $5 bill in it so you can buy a shot.  The kind of girl who is always down for the beach and will bring snacks.  The kind of friend who will join you for happy hour...on Tuesday...for four hours.  The kind of lady who let's you borrow a top, shoes, a belt, and  eyeliner for a date and then reminds you that you are "so pretty and so smart". The kind of woman who will sit on the couch with you and watch 3 hours of "Gossip Girl", who will meet you for lunch, do P90X in the living room, wear hotpink leggings to 80s dance aerobics.  and accompany you to the early-bird special.  I will always be the kind of girl to laugh at your joke, and sometimes even, remind you that the jokes on you.

I may not make it to the gym everyday and it may take me a week to mail that letter that has been sitting on the passenger seat, then the floor, then the backseat, and then the dashboard of my car, but I would like to think that's part of my charm.  Delusions?  Perhaps.  Boring?  Never.

Hot Child in the City...

 

If you couldn't tell from the above nonesense....C.Sladeski is in town!