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Life complete

Thank you, Daisy.

And to the rest of you, you're welcome.

I'm not really sure how it happened

Yesterday, I woke up to get ready for church, and went into the kitchen to get some food (because I was hungry).

I opened up my cabinet and my peanut butter came FLYING out at me. It almost hit me in the head. Like it had a mind of its own.

After bouncing around on the stove like a 5 year old on November 1st, it inconveniently fell between the fridge and the stove.

I decided to take matters into my own hands, so I got the broom to get it out.

Even though I put the broom behind the peanut butter to pull it out, the jar somehow jumped behind the fridge.

So now my peanut butter has a new home.

Yay.

Like running a marathon. Only, not the running part.

When we were freshmen, Dana and I had movie nights every week (we didn't have social lives, ok? Obviously that's changed...for at least one of us). Most of these nights started with us discussing what we'd watch and ended with us watching her Clean Flix copy of Zoolander (it was a lot shorter than the normal Zoolander. About an hour shorter). We also planned a lot of marathons. We'd get it into our heads that we'd watch all of the Disney movies we possessed between the two of us, or all of the Will Ferrell movies. We planned a lot of these marathons.

In all the planning we did, and the big talks we had, our marathons usually went downhill. Sure, we'd start our marathon. We'd watch Elf, but then deviate from good ol' Will and pop in Back to the Future.

Except for one glorious night.

The only marathon we ever actually finished.

The one with our good friend

ZAC EFRON

(No, Zacky Zac was not attending, I agree, that would have made the marathon infinitely better.)

Although, taking in the time frame, this picture would probably better depict the night:

For 8 hours, Dana and I basked in his glory. We watched The Derby Stallion, Hairspray, High School Musical, and High School Musical 2 (This was actually quite a feat. It wasn't out on DVD yet, so we had to find it on Tudou. That's how dedicated we were).

So why am I telling you this, nearly 4 years after the fact?

Because, tonight I got the sudden urge to have another night with Zac. Granted, there would be several more movies to add to the mix. High School Musical 3, Me and Orson Welles, 17 Again, and Charlie St. Cloud.

Zac has been slightly busy.

Maybe I'll just go watch HSM and be slightly sated.

AND, speaking of my good friend Zachary, you should all watch this video, because it may be the best piece of cinematography a Disney Channel Original Movie ever achieved. Thank you Kenny Ortega.

Okay, so here's my question.

Why are all of the men in New York so short?

I mean honestly, they are seriously vertically challenged.

The ones that look tall are actually just my height.

Maybe it's all of the smoking.

Book Club, part 1

If I were to run a book club right now, I would choose this book to read.

Why, you may ask? Because I have recently re-acquired this book, and have been reading it, but I have all these comments to make, and no one to say them to. So, since I can’t bring you all together to discuss this fine piece of literature, I will give you my commentary in a few installments, while I continue to read what is, in my opinion, Francine Pascal’s finest work.

As the book’s title suggests, this Sweet Valley Twins novel is a special holiday edition. The book starts on Christmas Eve, with Jessica and Elizabeth Wakefield in their respective bedrooms, with their respective friends, wrapping their respective presents to each other, while discussing how incredibly perfect the gifts are with these friends.

In true Elizabeth fashion, she has written a story about she and Jessica’s seventh birthday party, her favorite memory of herself and her sister. Of course she did this, Elizabeth is the twin that only cares about studying and homework. After all, we are only two pages into the book, and she’s already mentioned being the editor for the Sweet Valley Sixers (the sixth grade newspaper) about ten times. Elizabeth’s friends are all jealous of Jessica’s present, since they’re all nerds, too.

At the same time, across the hall, Jessica is sitting with her friends in the Unicorn Club discussing the totally awesome present that she got for Elizabeth. (Yes, my lovelies, she’s that tweenage girl. The one who started the Unicorn Club. It’s basically the precursor to the Plastics)

Jessica got Elizabeth two tickets to the Save the Whales concert.

Whaaat?! They also come with two bus tickets, so that the two thirteen year old girls can go by themselves. If that isn’t enough, she also bought her that really cool rose pin that they saw at the mall together (I know, I was thinking the same thing, what was Elizabeth doing at the mall? Then I realized, she was probably going to the bookstore, the boring one).

Once both twins have wrapped their presents, they go downstairs to talk to the rest of the family. They have a fun little sparring session with their idiot brother about what they got him for Christmas. Todd wants a basketball, but Jessica and Elizabeth convince him that they bought him a curling iron.

After Todd is sufficiently disappointed and his spirits crushed, Mr. Wakefield, his wife and his son go to the airport to pick up Grandma and Grandpa. Jessica and Elizabeth stay at home to open each other’s presents.

Like I said before, each girl thinks that her present is the best present ever, and that her twin will love it. They are each BURSTING with excitement. Jessica opens her present first. She is slightly disappointed when she sees the framed picture of her seven year old self, but brightens up a bit when she finds out there’s more…until she realizes the more is a story. After a half-a’d attempt to hide her disinterest in Elizabeth’s life work, she pushes it aside and shoves her gift into Lizzie’s hands.

Elizabeth opens the gift with tears in her eyes, and much less excitement than Jessica was expecting. For some reason, she keeps repeating that the concert is on January 1^st. Eventually, this all makes sense, as the Sixers have a meeting that day. Obviously a meeting with a bunch of pre-pubescent, glasses wearing, pocket-protector toting teachers’ pets is way more important than the concert that Jessica saved her money to get tickets for.

Jessica is very offended by Elizabeth’s skewed priorities, and says that she should be grateful, especially since the gift she received was so lame. Elizabeth spits back that her gift actually had meaning, it was important in their lives, whereas Jessica didn’t even take the time to check her schedule before buying the tickets. Jessica yells that she got homework for Christmas, and this fight continues to get worse. Eventually, it ruins Christmas Eve and It’s a Wonderful Life for the whole family. The girls go to bed early on Christmas Eve, and everything is not copasetic.

Teaser of what's to come: More angst from the blue/green eyed duo, some obvious (and idiotic) statements from Todd, and we'll find out what makes this Christmas so magical.

Because we all need more Michael in our lives.

And more Macaulay and Tyra

Yo, we ain't afraid of Brooklyn! It's just Spot Conlins makes us a little noivice.

Well he don't make me noivice.

(He really doesn't. I had SUCH a huge crush on him when I was little. And when I was a teenager. And now.

I mean, honestly, who didn't? When he takes his hat off? And flips his hair? Beautiful).

Anyways. This is not actually a Newsies post. This is a post about Brooklyn (I spent a month there one night. Ok, seriously stopping with the Newsies quotes now).

And why you should all be very proud of me.

I don't know if many of you know this, but I have a horrible sense of direction.

I get turned around really easily.

(Don't ever ask me to be navigator. It probably won't end up well)

Kathleen likes to tell a story about my first time driving.

I didn't know how to get to the church. That I had been going to since I was 10 months old.

I asked which way I went as soon as we exited the drive way.

(I don't pay attention if I'm not driving, ok?)

SO, when I'm going to a new place, I usually like to have detailed information of how to get there.

Yesterday, when I was going to Brooklyn for the first time, I Google Maps'd the directions of how to get to where I was going. Because Google Maps is the best, true dat, double true.

Well, that's usually the consensus. Yesterday, however, Google Maps failed me.

It told me to take the F train from Union Square, transfer to the A train, then get off at High St. and walk to Grimaldes.

That sounded great to me. Until I got to Union Square station. Guess which train doesn't stop there? Yeah, you got it. The F.

So, I looked very touristy, pulling out my subway map and redirecting my route.

I eventually made it to High St., and knew I was in the right area, since I could see the Brooklyn Bridge. But I couldn't find Old Fulton. So, I found a Brooklyn map on the street. Then I found where I was going.

So, just like that one time when Dia and I were lost in Downtown Tulsa and read a map to get back home, I channeled my father the truck driver, and used a map to find my way to pizza.

Because I'm amazing.

Then I walked through the Lincoln Tunnel

(or across the Brooklyn Bridge).

The sad state in which I'm living.

I officially have 4 alarms to wake me up in the morning.
1. My awesome sound activated block clock goes off at 6:00 am. This tells me that it is time to start thinking about waking up. Considering the fact that I do, actually, need to shower. And, since showering takes at least 10 minutes (if I don't have to shave), and I have to dry my hair and all that jazz, then I had better consider getting out of my bed.
2. My phone starts going off at 6:30. Every 5 minutes, it plays the Harry Potter theme to magically lull me out of bed. This does not work.
3. My computer plays "Good Morning" from Singing in the Rain at 7:00 to get me out of my bed happily. I love Singing in the Rain.
4. In case I get out of bed, turn my computer alarm off, and get back in bed, iTunes will start playing "Wake Me Up Before You Go, Go" at 7:15. By now, I am royally peeved and I actually do get out of bed, drag myself to the shower, and start getting ready for the day.
Unless, of course, I get back in bed and wait for my internal clock to wake me up between 7:43 and 7:57...or 8:16.
Dag, yo.

Why my niece is cooler than yours

Mmmmkay. All of my nieces and nephew's are cooler than yours. Let's just say that right now. But, today, we're talking about Portia.

Yesterday, Portia broke her arm.

I know. You now all think that I'm a total jerk for not feeling super sorry for her. However, I do feel super sorry for her. I love that baby more than any other 2 year old in the whole wide world. She's a sweet baby sweet if I ever did see one. To see her in pain makes me want to cry.

However, my two year old niece now has more life experience than her 22 year old aunt.

I've never broken a bone.

She has also kissed more boys than I have.

Because she's good at flirting.

And she's such a pretty little thing.

She's basically my hero.