beauty zealot.

corporate speak of the week: botched expressions

“we might have to go back to the days of yonder.”

-my new boss’s boss

and here i was, worried that i’d be without these little gems when i left the jurisdiction of my last boss.  from here on out, i will fear not.

wishing.

there are always times when we wish we could remember things more clearly - like certain events, or certain people.  and then there are other times when we wish we didn’t remember those events, or those people, quite so clearly.  like the people who might not have treated us as they should have but, somehow, they frequently pop up in our circuit of thought (more than we’d like, perhaps).  sometimes i wonder why they pop up so often.  and sometimes, i wish i could miss those events, and people, less than i do.

alarm week?

so in the last two weeks, i’ve been ripped out of sleep by alarms in my apartment twice:

1. a week ago sunday, at 5am, i hear a high-pitched beep every 30 seconds or so, and finally realize it’s coming from the carbon monoxide detector in my room - the battery is apparently low.  because the device is mounted near the ceiling, i have to go upstairs, get a stool, bring it back down, climb up, with a screw driver in hand, and remove the plastic nightmare from the wall, in order to rip the battery out.

2. last night, at 2am, a constant and freakishly loud beeping jolts me awake, and i realize it’s coming from upstairs.  i get out of bed, get dressed, go up, to find that one roommate has burned a grilled cheese sandwich (keep in mind, 2am), and the living room is filled with smoke.  she doesn’t seem to know what to do, so my other roommate opens the window while i fan the smoke detector to stop the shrieking beeps.

okay, folks, i think i’ve paid my middle-of-the-night alarm dues for the year.

eternal debate.

i have so much i need to get done for grad school today, but just sort of want to watch the georgetown game with my friends.  fun or responsibility?

grilled cheese = cure

there’s nothing quite like a grilled cheese sandwich to help ease a hangover.  i know it’s not necessarily the healthiest, but damn, is it good.  the one i ordered had mozzarella, fontina, and tomato-olive preserves.  nom.