I Ain't Bluffin'

another time I pigged out with Kay: 19th birthday

Today's English Muffin Count: 3

1. Eggs Benedict Thursdays. I ate two benedicts, so that means one whole muffin. I ate one of the egg delights with my bare hands because Grinz remarked that if we were in India we wouldn't have utensils. So, we set to work munching and gooing all over ourselves. When Lando One joined us we announced hand-eating was the rule. He took a fatty bite. Hollandaise was all over his face.

2. After the Immanuel Jal talk (which I truly enjoyed) I went to Kay's room to hang out. I was a bit hungry, so I ate a fancy one from a huge box his mom sent him from some nice bakery shipping company. It was "cherry jubilee" flavored.

3. We hung out for an hour or so, and then as I was leaving he said he was going to eat a "wild Maine blueberry" one. I thought I would join in...really high-quality muffins.

So, three English muffins in one day. Holla.

Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah! Roma-roma-mamaaaa!

Guy: A panty line?
Girl: Do you have a problem with that?
Guy: I don't care. I just think of the stupid high school skanks who were always like Ew panty lines!
Girl: Hey. You dated skanks in high school. Be nice.
Guy: Not stupid skanks.
Girl: Really? I thought at least one...
Guy: Nope.
Beat
Girl: Tell me you love me more than any of the skanks you dated.
Guy: I love you more than any of the skanks I dated.
Girl: I'm the only girl you've ever been in love with.
Guy: You're the only girl I've ever been in love with.
Girl: I'm the only girl you'll ever be in love with.
Guy: You're the only girl I'll ever be in love with.
Beat.
Guy: Can you tell me that?
Girl: You're the only girl I'll ever be in love with.

Crazy Legs

wish today were as nice as this May day in 2006, Slou and I found a turtle outside Prin
Usually, I work out in the morning. It's just how I like to roll. First things first, run a little, lift some weights, etc. etc. Bam. Already been productive AND can justify a mid-morning snooze. But, today, I ditched the gym to study for my philosophy test (this time on the morality of war). So, I just worked out. Then, two things made me make a somewhat rash choice:

1. I hate putting on pants once they are off.
2. My legs get really hot when I run.

Can you guess? I walked across campus in my gym shorts. Today. The most frigid day with nasty brisk wind since December in Chicago. Actually, it wasn't so bad. I got some looks, but I just stared at the ground a hustled along. I don't need to justify myself! What? Like wearing pants REALLY keeps you that much warmer. Really? With one little cloth between your naked knees and winter wonderland?

Junk

Bradley, Berger, and Blanche in my room last Q
So many possessions. I always think back to my sister leaving college and needing two van-loads to haul her crap out of the dorms and say, "Alice, you're sittin' pretty on your couple of tubs." But, when I look around, I still have so much. I think I don't, but I do. I really do.

I probably don't need most of it, but I like having all of it. Everything is important and useful in its own way, right?

Here's a list of things other people might not find absolutely crucial to life, but I do:
(all within my view from where I am standing at the edge of my bed)

-My speech and debate trophy bowl from Nationals 2005. I hold my bobby pins in it, and bobby pins are crucial to control my girl mullet.
-A sleeping mask. I've had it since 5th grade, and it allows me to be the best roommate ever. Muff can leave the lights on all night for all I care. It's darkness to me.
-A Japanese kerchief on my dresser. When I'm tired and need to plop my laptop there, the bottom doesn't get scratched up thanks to the cloth.
-Alice in Wonderland mug. As I wake up or as I'm falling asleep, many important ideas flood my brain, and I need to write them down. My eyes are often blurry, so I need to be able to count on grabbing at the same mug full of pens.
-Bottle of Purell. Playtime with Blanche does not always follow a trip to the bathroom sinks.

We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.

Speaking of Slice

Hunny and Me in Dallas at Nationals 2006


Nicknames I Have Had/Have
So I can actually make this list, pet names do not count.
Juicy-My dad
Lucifer-My sister
Nite Nite-Smidge
Louisiana-My middle school friends(this was when we made nicknames based on bust size)
Ally-KLaMa
AStizl-Too many people for such a stupid name
Al to the Ice-Hedgehog and Sam V
Cleo-Liss
Stans-Hunny
AStanJr-Clara etc.
Tanley-Camp
Palace/Pal-Camp
Als McGals-Xtian
Pookie-Pookie

I don't think I'm missing any significant ones here.
There we go, a list of ridiculous names.

Slice of Slice

In accordance with my general desire to constantly make lists, sometimes I just list my top five favorite things of this moment in time. Right now:

1. "MmmBop" coming up on shuffle. It always makes me think of dancing in LaMa's room in 5th grade. That and Joseph Gordan-Levitt because I thought he was cute on Third Rock and he had long hair like Hanson.
2. When Muff accidentally calls Blanche Muff.
3. Jergens lotion that gets my skin through the harsh Elsah winters.
4. White Noise which I am currently reading and enjoying.
5. Having a computer on my lap in my bed. Can't take that for granted.

On the title: This is a slice of my life, and I've been enjoying how The Sitch calls me "Slice"--originated by swapping my first letter of my last name with the first letter of my first name.

Can't Sleep--Too Excited about Eggs Benedict in the Morning

Pookie's 27th Birthday Pumpkin Pancakes (eat your heart out Hadley)

Thursdays...are so absolutely glorious. Hollandaise.



...I keep trying to update this GD thing with some idea I have surely considered in the past week (it's been a while since I last wrote here)...but I am literally too distracted thinking about my favorite meal comin' at me--9 AM. Woof.