CARMMY apples & a *celebration*

yep.

{{cruuuunnnCCCHHH, sliiiiirrrppp, nom nom crunch crunch crunch}}

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p.s., petunia blossoms...

...today's my last day of GRAD SchOOL.
...and @ 6pm today,
with my thesis handed in,
& a sham-presentation of it over with,
I'm done done done!
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celebration. elation.

*celebration* photos from here, here, & here.

alone tonight, paper to write

not much more to go

get me through it, winter-themed Oreos

*UGLY*Christmas*Sweater*PaRTy*

no, I'm not having one.

nope, I'm not attending one.

...but i gosh darn by-golly jeepers wish i was, playas!

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i saw the pic below in this post this morning

and i thought it was SO COOL.

A store advertising on its window that

"YES, *WE* HAVE UGLY CHRISTMAS SWEATERS"
perfection. pure perfection.

i would LOVE to shop there.

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pick up this one:

or maybe this one:
and pose with
Tomas like this:

those is some AWESOME swettuhs!
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these clowns got the right idea:
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yay!
i just always wanted to do that.
yep.
...and set up a Christmas Photobooth like I saw posted
yesterday on A Beautiful Mess,
and the 101 found on Promise's Blog.
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...and dress *the binos* in some funky kitty sweaters, too.
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LOOK
at
this PUG:
oh, what a love!
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i've seen some awesome Christmas sweaters
floatin' around on the internet via a
life is bananas. 2009 X-mas card
[so funny!...look at her chubby boys!]
&
cute friendly get-together party
a la The Swede Records
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Yep.
Hee!
maybe in one of the upcoming years.
this holiday season has been too jam-packers
with sham-college boloney
to focus on
any real holiday fun.
sad.
so sad.
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but there's never not enough time to
plan me some NeW*YeaRs fun...
...that's gonna be the real party...
if everything goes according to my diabolical plan!
[cue evil villain laugh]
WHAAA HAA HAA HAA!!
BRAHHH WHAAA HAAHAA HAA HAA!!

yeah.

happy ugly*sweaty Thurs.

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click on the pics for sources. most pics found amongst these.

in my fantasy, i'm at an early Summer morning street fair in France

...instead of just about ready to start *Day2* of my week from sham-college Hell.
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but, good news!!

i showered!!!!

then,

did some *french*braids*,

lathered on some Revlon lipstick in *black*cherry*, as seen here,

and

quickly La PhotoCabine -ed myself:

...to show the world,

"hey world, I might be a prisoner in my room writing a sham-college paper i couldn't give two-shits about and that probably won't affect my future one way or another, but i can look like a total 'tard doin' it! "

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i'm gonna prob need to wipe off the lippystick, though,

with all the kitty-smooching breaks i take...
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okay...haPPy TueSday.

warm tones, LIGHTED TREE, angel ornaments, camera dreams

please press PLAY...and wait for it...

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ahhhhhhhhh. now ease

down into your seat and

scroll on

yesterday evening.

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multi-colored bulbs

strung around a HomeDepot tree

in some sort of order.
made to work in between bursts

of *sister*laughter* and *kitty*craziness*

pink...

rich magenta pink:

a major theme of this year's tree

up close with a christmas ball.

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this camera -- the camera i used for almost every personal pic

you've seen on this blog this year...

...it's got me dreamin'

of another camera...

one i hope will be this year's Christmas present from Santa,

my first SLR
which would have made these next few pics

a lot better I imagine

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my sister, mom, and I

are a tad bit in love with

these curly silver twist ornaments

scattered about our tree
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[my favorite pic of the bunch]

this little angle ornament seems like he's flying enthusiastically around Christmas land

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above, a modern angel ornament, bought in recent years

and

below, a vintage angel ornament, around during my mom's childhood
[both adorning the same tree]

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decorating *the*tree* is always one

of my favorite events of winter,

and this year

it seemed therapeutic

on this Monday morning,

the start of what i feel is going to be the week from Hell due

to last minute sham-college work,

when sham-college duties rush in causing stress and worry,

and fear at the forefront of my mind,

i will imagine Christmas bubbles of warmth and serenity

and hope it'll help me through.
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...and if not, then

i can always do like *the*binos*, and sleep in the light of the tree.

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wishing you a calm and peaceful and quick December Mond

so...my *Chalkboard*Thought*Bubble* came...

...and this was the first thing on my mind to write on it:::

[*chalkboard thought bubble* blogged about here. purchased here.]

yep. FUCK sham-COLLEGE.

sorry if this offends anyone, but i write this post on behalf of myself, my sister, and anyone else forced to spend these next two weeks of their semester doing pointless drone work to make a grade. it's December...all i want to focus on is gingerbread cookies and decorating...my brain's officially an unrecognizable goo...and sham-college and its petty "requirements" can...well...you've read the board.

that's all.

in the future, i see using my awesome *new*little* fun-board for much more positive posts and statements, but give me 'til the end of my thesis paper for that. hee hee.

just two more weeks.

'kay. love yous.

oh, fortune cookie...

...you did such an excellent job of putting a reminder of my misfortune right there at the tip of my fingers...

...my jagged-edged, need-a-manicure-ASAP, no-time-to-file

fingertips...

the "moving" that this pompous little fortune from my stale-ass cookie

is talking about is the "get moving" on my

GOD-DAMN

fuckin' sham

waste o'time

cockamamie

dumb as dirt

"P" to the "ointless"

thesis paper.

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...and no friggin' kidding, fortune cookie,

that once I "get moving" on the damn thing,

my spirits will lift.

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because of this thesis paper

looming over my being,

i literally feel guilt

...like full-on double rainbow G-U-I-L-T whenever I

do something enjoyable.

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if I'm listening to the new Rihanna CD in my car...on my way to work....GUILT.

I should be thinking about my thesis paper instead.

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if I'm blogging, like now...because I fuckin' LOVE to blog...GUILT.

I should be typing up an asinine literature review of my bazillion articles I should have read that still I need to read some of...yeah...instead.

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if I'm enjoying the company of my sister or my babies...or my boyfriend...GUILT.

Tremendous guilt.

I should be in my room typing and reading and note-taking and NOT living life.

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it's a fuckin' criminal offense.

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I am paying some "college",

some "Higher Education" facility,

to rape me of my 20s and make me feel GUILTed for just wanting to be freakin' done already!

...for just wanting to have a classroom already and doing what I know how to goddamn do better than almost everyone I've seen do it!

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i'm feeling terribly exhausted. in the brain and in the body.

that's nothing new; see here.

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it is unfortunate that thesis papers exist.

...and that I have to write one.

...and that I can't stop thinking about the 150,000,000,000 things I'd rather be doing.

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despite all my blubbering, I do wanna wish ya'll a

happy weekend.

for the next month, *WEEKEND* to me means more opportunities I should take to work on this THESIS [I officially hate that word] and if I don't, then more opportunities to get

guilted,

anxious,

stressed,

sad,

and depre--

depre--

depre--

deeper and deeper

depressed.

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[i'm going to need to live vicariously through all of your weekends for the next few weeks]

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thanks for reading.

all the way to here.

way cool.

love u.

*orange* & *pinks* & *yellow*

love my November.

i think November & i think my birthday.

i think November & i think sweaters, like, layers of sweaters.

i think November & i think thanksgiving,

special warm toasty feelings with family & people i love.
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this year, i'm not so sure about "thanks"-"giving" for me.

it feels more like

"thesis"-"taking"

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don't get me wrong,

i am extremely thankful

for my blessings, but

i wish i could experience the holiday

as it's meant to:

to relax,

to reflect,

to eat, laugh, & be merry

with family

& think on the past months of the year

and the few weeks left of the year,

and realize with all your soul, that you're blessed.

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instead,

i'm probably working at the restaurant

from 11am to 9pm,

and

will be surrounded by stress & worry as to

the status of my thesis paper,

due within a few days after Thanksgiving.

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college sucks the life out of me.

it sucks the life out of everyone i know who goes to one.

however,

ironically,

i'm thankful i've had the means to go to school,

unlike so many in the world,

i just wish it was actually beneficial to my being,

instead of just 'looking good on paper.'

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anyway...

...November,

i think i like you.

i mean, i do, i like you.

this Nov, though, i

kinda wish i could just "UP" myself out of responsibilities

by hanging on to a bunch of *orange*pink*yellow* balloons,

sail through the sky,

and end up at a Thanksgiving tea party with

all those close to my heart, living and passed on.

up...up...and away, Novem.

me + Mally Roncal + Henri Bendel's in NYC?? to be or not to be?

so...here's the story:

my favorite makeup-artist is Mally Roncal.

[you might have seen her on the Rachel Ray Show a few times]

she has a counter

at Bendel's in NYC

[shown below]

i made an appointment for my bitt & i to get the makes done by her people on Wednesday, November 3rd because...she will be in the house!

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so exciting...I'd get to meet her!

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however,

my sister has sham-college lab class,

she doesn't want to come,

and I don't want to go solo...

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...

...but should I??

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I really want to go, and

finally get to purchase some of her totally awesome makes!
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it would be an adventure,

if nothing else,

GPSing my way through the streets of NY,

getting a make-over for no reason,

getting to meet Miss Mally herself!

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i keep thinking:

save it for a better time

when thesis papers aren't due,

when you have luxury time to travel into the city,

and luxury money to spend on things such as make-up...

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then i think:

yo, girl!

your *2010* is HERE!

...and it's

almost up!

Your birthday's right around the corner,

treat yo'self, homie!

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what's your opinion on the matter?

should i cancel the appointment?

OR

go solo?

:)

*inactivity*

this has been *me* since fall started:

my *inactivity* level

has been off the charts

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with

/subbing by day//waitressing by night/

/having sham-college/

/having sham-homework for sham-college/

and

/this goddamn COLD weather/

i end up doing this::

no energy/time/desire

for my beloved biking,

or my beloved running,

or

ANYTHING!
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that's all changing today!

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because today

I'm

going

to:

oh yeah, baby!
ZUMBA!

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I've been craving *activity* and Lord! here it is!

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never heard of *ZUMBA*???

check out the

video low-down

here:

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*yay*

for

working out

fo' sho'

and

*yay*

for...

happy happy. joy joy.

my brain no-worky.

i hate when that happens.

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to counteract the intense hatred i feel for

my checked-out brain when homework is to be done,

i will post about something

i intensely love & adore:

sesame seeds on my pizza crust.

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i went with my dad the other day for lunch

[and i never do anything with him]

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the sesame seeds were abundant and plentiful.

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they were on the crust of my peppers & onion slice.

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Joey's in Maspeth, Queens

does it oh so right.

[i like the figurines in the upstairs window]

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yum.

enjoy your Thurs., cosmonauts

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work, brain, work. Plllleeeeease function, brain? {{deeeep sigh}} whatever.

when one's brain is on heroi...i mean, sham-college, one needs to DeSTReSS...

good Wednes morning, ya'll.

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remember this commercial?

while watching, please replace the word "heroin" with "sham-college" and you'll get an idea of what i was talking about in yesterday's post.

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anyway,

when my brain's in burnout-sham-college mode,

i destress by...

yeah.

cutting & pasting & makin' little polka-dots with my sharpies.

{{giggity giggity!!}}

yesterday's collage showed...who's that?...selita ebanks?...

...in a simple & chic grey number with black *tights* [i wuff tights],

wrist bling, hoops & a pulled-back ponytail.

[obtained that pic from here]
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it also showed

the boots that i was trying to get for myself

over the world wide web

after seeing Miss Maegan "my inspiration" Tintari rockin' 'em to the umpteenth power

in this post from the other day.

so prits so prits so prits.

[ i actually found a pair in NineWest that is so uber similar, a lot cheaper, & fit perfectly, so yes.

i bought and i happy]

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i thought they'd make a nice match:

pair 'em up!

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maybe with a chunky black sweater...i wuff chunky sweaters...
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birthday's in less than three weeks,

but I'm not doing anything KRAY-SAY, OH-KAE, MAYNE??

birthday tues, celebrate day sat.

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that be the plan, Stan.

...and enjoy your day.

one*useless*noggin

my.

brain.

is.

fried.

it. won't. work. for. me.

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i need it,

and
it's abandoned its duties.
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does anyone know the magic word

to knock it out of its comatose state?

i need to create a questionnaire

to give to teachers

about poetry and it's function in their classroom.

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GOD!

why am I at such a brick wall here??!!
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oh yeah.

i got

*kitten brain*

probably 'cause i just love my 'binos.

[they're my BAMbinos

((Italian word for "babies"))

so I call them my 'binos]

have a poppin' Tues, chicklets.

P.S. -- OMFG!!! Please visit nataliedee.com to see her post today. [It's even titled "fresh new brain"] Total spontaneous synchronicity on her and my part!

...so weird when the universe does that...

...of all the things i could of posted about today...