*drops the mic and walks away*

last night we played rockband

until our bodies gave out.

you banged those drums good

and i murdered every song with my rusty vocal chords.

far from our prime,

we were occasionally off-key and off-beat

but nothing could smack the smiles off our faces.

years of unplayed dust shook off our bodies

as we fell into a groove.

it was familiar but new.

i felt like i was trying to impress you all over again.

we didn't have our respective bands.

or outfits.

or discoballs. 

we were starting fresh.

taking our individual addictions

and combining them into a super power.

it.was.magic.

circa 2010. we were nothing without cristofer drew. 

moral of the story:

it is such a good thing we don't have apartment neighbors anymore.

we've got 53 days until babygurl gets here,

and i bet you five dollars

we will be spending each of them rocking out as loud as our speakers will allow. 

author's note:

i don't have any pictures of cory's rockband days.

but sources tell me he wore short-shorts and a tank top

and was always the designated drummer.

i have a feeling it looked something like this.

we were literally mfeo. 

getting ready is worth documenting.

"cory, i feel like i could wear this outfit

in front of princess kate.

i honestly think she would approve."

and this is the reason

i will never be a fashion blogger.

trolololol.

...denim chicken...?

being sick has always been the worst.

always.

but having to work while sick

is the absolute worst.

my uniform for the past two days

has revolved around comfort.

leggings + loose dress + blazer + scarf + ponytail.

tights + "fancy" sweater + scarf + bun.

comfort is key.

if i can feel like a baby wrapped in a blanket

and have it be accepted by society,

i'll do it.

back to the point of this story.

even though being sick sucks, 

i believe it ignites my creativity.

this morning i had some of my best ideas to date.

dead serious.

idea one:

 a dress made out of sweats.

idea two: 

toast butter that tastes like donut glaze. 

discoveries.

there is always time for recreational reading.

it's up to me to make time.

soul secrets are always better

when written pen to paper.

if your mom offers to give you a box

of sweet and salty nature valley granola bars,

just.say.yes.

if you don't, you'll kick yourself for days.

apparently picnik is moving to google+ in april.

why is google+ ruining my life?!

[today it is] thursday, thursday.

[tomorrow] is friday, friday.

we we we so excited.

microsoft paint is my anti-drug.

i know this because when i got bored in travel photography,

it was either paint or the bandito blanco*.

i chose paint. 

upon completing my drug-free activity, 

i realized it looked like some type of brainwashing propaganda.

guess i know what posters i'll use when i plan my takeover.

i mean...

*mami, don't worry. it was just a 30 rock reference. 

drugz were never an actual option.

i'm clean.

i promise.

jasd;flksdjflksjdfasd. magic.

i know i should be humble

but this is just too.....just.....woah.

this what beff and i did last night.

{well...technically still right now...}

i'm going to stop talking now.

the magic of this paint is overpowering. 

wah

two things:

1. sometimes i truly amaze myself with my paint skillz, dedication and putting off a social life.

2. i want to go to goblin valley like woah.

and for anyone confused,

this is an interpretation of galazy quest as done by me.

clearly i am the champion for ultimate punching the monster

while tim allen's laser gun freezes. 

magic guts.

finals week will be the death of me.

pinky swear.

zomg! u luk lyke krizmuss!!1!1!!11

today at work i was told i looked like christmas...
{what the what?!}

i should feel honored to have supposedly embodied such a joyous holiday as christmas
but the only "festive" thing on my body was a red shirt.
so instead of feeling warm and happy like a wee babe wrapped in a snuggie
 i just felt like a poser.

had i been dressed like this,
i think their comment would have been more appropriate and deserved. 

i'm just sayin...

because it's friiiday night and i'm feeelin riight.

to: beffie. 

because i know how much you LOVE this song. 

love: brizzle.

in case you'd like to purchase your own vegetable car, here's the description:

body: carrot {or as jamie would say it growing up cae-went}

wheelz: toe-mah-toez.

steering wheel: an olive held up by a tooth pick

girl  {bethanie g. price} NOT included.

mini-masterpiece

skanky pants went out of town for the ENTIRE WEEK.

little bits of me have been dying of boredom every day.

i made her a little somethin-something in honor of her return.

i love paint.

Reason # 57.3

Why you should be my friend.

If I mess up I will apologize to you (profusely) in person and (if the guilt is sufficient) I will make you a paint drawing like the one shown below.

Once again....I'm sorry. 

satan's onions are red

...just like his panties...

Today I decided to put the red onion my mama bought me whilst I was home over the break to good use.  

Since I was craving a red onion and tomato salad I decided to make one.  The idea sounded really good at the time.  I was excited during the slicing and dicing process and even the first few bites were delicious.  But all the sudden my beloved red onions decided to attack!!  The assault was definitely pre-planned.  The evil little layers congregated in one giant purple mass on my innocent spoon and cheered on their way down to my poor unsuspecting tummy. 

Suddenly.  I didn’t feel too hot.

The only way I can describe the ruckus going on in my stomach is to liken it unto a woman pregnant with a ninja.  

My stomach felt like a oniony tornado and my esophagus was burning because of evil onion-ninja kicks. 

Don’t worry kids.  I didn’t toss my cookies.  But I have vowed to not eat onions for a little while.  My poor little estomago can’t handle the betrayal again.

Curse you satan onions….curse you!