Sugar Cookie Pop-Tart

Sugar Cookie Pop-Tarts do, in fact, taste like sugar cookies. Beside the more cracker-like Tart texture vs. the chewiness of a traditional cookie, they are the same. The frosting is lackluster and plain, decorated with stupid pictures like a skiing snowman. The inside, especially when heated, is delightful. Borderline majestic. That right-out-of-the-oven-at-Christmas game, mang.

I ate two of the box of 16. On an afternoon in December. Ro ate 13, as they were good "just woke up from a nap" snacks. And in January she took a lot of naps. She left one solitary Tart in the box, stale and lonely. A gesture of "See? I didn't eat all your food."

Taste is A. But I will not be buying these again. They're just too darn close to full-blown dessert, you might as well just go for legit cookies if that's what you're in the mood for.

Today I Am Binging On:

-Next to Normal soundtrack
-vegan cookie dough dip
-rainy naps
-writing in my diary
-The Palgrave Handbook of Childhood Studies

School has been very challenging in a totally manageable way. But, still. There are days when I try to make a list of everything coming up, and I get a little finicky. Next to Normal is such a good show because when I watched it last night/when I listen to this music, despite it being fraught with themes of anxiety, I myself feel competent and able, at peace, and loved.

I am the one who knows you.
I am the one who cares.
I am the one who's always been there.
I am the one who's helped you,
and if you think that I just don't give a damn,
then you just don't know who I am.

No Matter What, There Are Things to Be Grateful For

Honey mustard from Baker's Square
The vibration of a text message
Finding affordable journals at Michael's
How my iPod from 2007 is in perfect working condition
Henne's big mouth, open in a mini-scream
Fishtail braiding
David Sedaris
My nice dental hygienist
Free toothbrushes
Sister Wives
Afternoon trots downtown
Guiltless naps
Honesty and sincerity
Pockets of friends
Hot pockets of friends
That last one wasn't a real gratitude
But, hot pockets are usually worth mentioning
GPS for us directional idiots
Purple toenails
Perspective from space and time
Being tired at appropriate times
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me
Summer camp always with us
Making Lists

Henne at the Square

The Best Day in May (So Far)

Yesterday, May 9th, was, not to sound dramatic, but the best day in the history of the world:

1. Obama OFFICIALLY SUPPORTS GAY MARRIAGE. First president ever. Good job, Mr. President.
2. I spent the morning listening to The Mamas and the Papas after seeing Dream a Little Dream on Tuesday, which is a musical based on their story as a group. And that music is nostalgic and warm to me.
3. Mindy Kaling has been greenlighted for her own TV show!
4. I started reading on the couch in the afternoon, and then I felt like sleeping, so I did. What freedom. Napping without alarms while the Arizona shines down through the balcony doors.
5. No more disgusting Beyonce lemonade. Orange juice has never been so fantastic.
6. I baked cookies for an evening party, so anyone who texted me during the process was invited over for some snacks--specifically Chelle, Ru, Sid, and Bug. The fact that Ru can just bike over or Bug can throw on a puffy jacket and walk through the monsoon for cookies makes me feel like I live in a real community. And you know how I feel about active communities.

7. We are all surprised by a flash flood. We stand on my front stoop watching the palm trees snap back and forth.

8. My friends are very funny. Very very funny. I laugh and laugh and laugh. Ru says, "Okay, Boo Boo." Sid says, "Anything with Sandra Bullock I hate. Besides Speed."
9. And then suddenly we're arguing about the validity of existence from the human perspective. And Sid is interrupting me to say, "No. No. No. 'I think therefore I am' is ALWAYS true." And Bug is shaking her head, and I'm saying, "We don't KNOW." And then with the same conviction this little Cuban kid is just as adamantly screaming, "Five pictures in a row on Instagram is RIDICULOUS."
10. The entire time I wasn't wearing a bra. No one cares. I'm over it.
11. My grad program all celebrated Burrito's graduation by dining in Blue Eyes' backyard. His wife had made Monterey Jack mac and cheese in a crock pot. I had been craving it all week. I decided to take exactly two bites (worried about stomach mutiny). But, no. It was absolutely life-changingly good and settled perfectly into my system. Oh. It was...heaven. Like, teeny french horns blowing at the pearly gates.
12. They found out I went on a date this week, and when Burrito was pestering me about the guy, and I was saying, "You don't know him," my professor chimes in

Prof: Wait, you're dating men now?
Me: Yes? Always?
Prof: What? No. I thought you were...
Me: Yeah! I mean I write a lot about gay rights, but--
Boulder: I didn't think you were gay.
Burrito: I could see it.
Blue Eyes: To be fair, I got a hint of anti-man from you.

So, got that cleared up apparently.

13. Went home starving since I had opened the option of food to my body. My roommate had made Reese's Cookie Brownies before going on vacation, so I cut one in half and ate just a little bit. Oh. Heaven x 85,000.
14. A very drunk Bug and Ru came over, joined by manic Sid. It's nice to have friends by your side right until you go to bed.

You gotta go where you wanna go,
do what you wanna do,
with whoever you wanna do it with.

Napper

Awesome nap in Fukoi, Japan 2008.

From now on, World, I am going to nap when I wanna nap. No more storing up sleepiness for an inherent night of insomnia anyway! Forget it! I'm sleeping! I was going to do a ton of work after leaving the office today, but instead, I decided to just sleep. For two hours. And I. Feel. Great. So, that's the kinda gal I've become, World. I am Alice: a napper.

In other news: I just sent a text with the word "sign" in it and deliberated for an extensive amount of time if that was the right spelling. Editing all these writing portfolios is weakening my brainpower.

So, baby kiss me like a drug, like a respirator.