the gang of idiots: together again

I've spent the last week in Los Angeles with the family, friends from high school, and seth. Much driving was done, much fun was had, many burgers were eaten. Also, I made my first batch of latkes solo (with jacks and cathy helping, of course).

Now Sheena and Toby have both returned to Brooklyn from not-new-york, and the family is back together again. As I type, the boys are playing perfect dark. It's like freshman year of college all over again.

Needless to say, having everyone together is maybe the best thing, and I can't think of a better way to watch the year change than with the whole gang of idiots.

If anyone reads this before tonight, come to our new years party! bring friends, champagne, and dress fancy. It'll be awesome.

call for directions.

also, i really like this cover

Ian alerted me to this cover of Paul Simon's Graceland by Casiotone for the Painfully Alone.

I liked it fine the first time, and every time I listen I like it more and more.

click here for the song.

ba-cawk!!

so this is the chicken car. it usually lives on lincoln, in santa monica. every time we pass the car, my family will cluck very loudly. we've been saying hello to the chicken car for as long as i can remember. sometimes the car disappears for a few months, and when it reappears it's very exciting.

i just saw the chicken car in a commercial! it's like seeing a friend on tv. congratulations, chicken car!!!

once upon a time there was a temple....

Happy First Night of Chanukah!!

As I have neither the time nor the talent to tell the story better than Josh, click here for Josh's explanation of the holiday. It's good fun. Jelly donuts, gambling, and drinking. What more could you want from a holiday? not much, I warrent.

it's that time again....

HAPPY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!

Variety IS the spice of life, after all.

So I just returned from our bathroom with some disturbing news.
Some of you may have followed the journey of the leprochaun through his various permutations.
From bubblegum chewing to feces smearing. it was a sad time for the leprochaun.









Well, now it seems that the leprochaun has gotten a hold of that gross lip balm we used to use? you know, the kind that smelled like cherries so you'd put a lot on, but then it'd taste like wax? anyone?

well, regardless, the leprochaun has not given up his feces smearing, but he has started to wear lip balm. Maybe in an attempt to cover up the smell?

umm, leprochaun? it isn't working. Here's what it smells like now:

You see the lip balm? it's cherry flavor, and he seems to be trying to eat it. not the smartest leprochaun, is he?

yeah yeah yeah, i'm doing it already

so i know i haven't posted anything in quite some time.

i was trying to put a picture of my cousin rory from halloween up there, but blogger didn't like the photo, so i gave up. also, i'm inspired by josh and toby to revamp my blog. but then i realized i didn't have the time or remember what the hell to do to make sure all of my fancy customizations remained. so i gave up. i'm noticing a trend of giving up here.

luckily, i didn't give up applying to graduate school, and my applications are officially in. not quite done, but i'm assuming the schools will gather all of my materials eventually. word of warning: if you're going to apply to school, gather all of your materials (recommendations, transcripts, etc) yourself and mail them all together to the schools. don't trust them to be able to sift through the mountains of mail and gather your materials themselves. it. just. won't. happen. and then you'll have many mini heart attacks and, take it from me, those are not fun.

So i leave you with a "huzzah!" and a picture of rory. for celebratory purposes, of course.

blogger's not showing the photo, so i'm not sure it'll show up. sorry. if it doesn't, it's way cute. he's dressed as a puppydog.

super saver shipping takes how long?

so I may have made a terrible mistake.

our apartment is very (very) very cold. in addition to that, I have no form of heating device in my bedroom. no steam pipe. no radiator. so I rely on ambient heat from the rest of the apartment to make sure my room is above 31 degrees at night. I know that, after talking to people who live in the apartment, people who used to live in the apartment, etc., that I should have bought a space heater right when I moved in. But I thought I was stronger than that. I was wrong.

Night before last was the first really cold night we had, and I wrapped myself in huge wool socks, flannel pants, and a hooded sweatshirt (hood pulled up over my head). I stopped myself from wearing gloves. Didn't work. But you can imagine me, my need for the air around my head to not be warm keeping my face exposed. My icicle nose inspiring me to cover my face, which leads to the hyperventilation and panic attacks. Awesome.

Last night was only slightly better, as I piled blankets on the bed and put a pillow over the window to block out as much cold air as I could.

Yesterday at work I bought a space heater. But, bargain shopper that I am, opted for the "super saver shipping" without thinking about how long that would take.

Estimated time of arrival? December 18. Yeeeeeaaaahhhh. I'm going to invest in a wood pile.

**Update** because I am an idiot, I needed Kathleen to scream at me: "why don't you just cancel the order and buy a heater on your way home, r-tard?" Which I did. and I will. Thanks, Kathleen.