This is what the moon is made of: CHEESE.

#a. NO Gurney at the party. and that is final. Other gurnies can come, like Nate or Sam or Soup or Crusty Mouth or Eliott... but no Gurney who prepares breakfast with Farms grill. Please.
#b. I had a doctors appointment today. I got to wait an extra hour in the waiting room and read Better Homes and Gardens and Parenting, the magazine. Choking is the #1 cause of accidental death by children ages 1-3. It is important to breast feed. If your child is physically abusive to other children in his/her playgroup you must not isolate the child. Instead, bring it to more playgroups... it may means your child is a born leader. If your child drinks a bottle of furniture polish call posion control first, unless the child is having a seizure, vomiting, not-breathing... then you must call 911. For optimal gardens in dry climates with warm weather and lots of sun plant succulents. To make an English Rose garden contact Better Homes and Gardens to have plants and layout possibilities delivered directly to your door... for the low low price of 129.- plus 12.95 for shipping. Hummel has come out with a Christmas wreath. To get rid of cradel cap use hydrocortisone cream... apply all over your babies head, let it set for 50 mins. and wipe off. Repeat daily until the scales are gone... The Wiggles have released their WIGGLES LIVE! dvd. Fun.
#c. I HATE THE HOSPITAL.
#d. I had grilled cheese for lunch.
#e. WHO ATE MY PANCAKE BATTER? I left it out on the counter for a reason.
#f. that reason is: When I came home from my appointment I wanted to make a pancake. If I left it on the counter I would not have to get it out of the fridge. I was trying to make my life easier. AND SOMEBODY ATE THE BATTER. punks.
#g. So, I made some more batter, and it's on the counter RIGHT NOW. If I get back from my physical therapy session and it's not there I am going to be pissed.

Crackers Responds

#1. Don't worry; Crusty-eyes Gurney is scareder of you than you are of him (her?).
#2. I bet you by now, the grill has been dragged beneath the deck, where ol' Crusty-eyes uses it every morning to cook his breakfast of young ladies with fresh haircuts. That was counterproductive but probably true.
#3. I can think of nothing but my haircut tomorrow. I hope it can approach the cuteness of Moll's.
#4. Something something yeah come to our jungle party! We are going to have a steamy green atmosphere, lots of fruit and animals too! I just realized we should invite GURNEY!
#5 that's all
#6 I have to say

Crackers. That's what we used to call her.

#1. Crusty-eyes gurney. Stay the hell away from me.
#2. I swear the grill is under a cardboard box by crusty-eyes gurneys dwelling. I'm too scared to check.
#3. Everybody likes a new haircut if it's cute enough. Lindsay, take that one to heart.
#4. Jungle fever. Saturday. March 5th. Festive attire encouraged.
#5. Pizza everything.

I slept 11 hours last night, listening to WPR will lull a girl into a trance like state of bliss.

#6. I would like to apologize to my sleepover buddy for my early morning behavior. Last night Lindsay and I were talking...

L: so, how was your morning with Nate?
M: really nice. very good. it took awhile for me to get him to stop sleeping though... and the last 3 hours he was here he seemed really tired...
L: you tried to wake him up?
M: yeah! I crawled all over him, played with his hair, asked him questions about things, poked him... you know. I wanted to hang out...
L: Mollie. That would really piss me off.
M:?
L: I know you're his girlfriend and everything and maybe he thinks it's kind of cute, be most people are not as cheerful as you in the mornings, and they need their sleep.
M: But it was so convenient! Having company, right next to you... I wanted to chat...?
L: But most people are grumpy in the morning. I am. You know how it is... do you know anyone who is as happy as you are to get up in the morning?
M: uhhhhh. no. shit. LINDSAY YOU ARE TOTALLY RIGHT. I should apologize. and try really really hard to not-wake-people-up in the mornings. even if they're right next to me and I want to "hang-out."

Something like that. heh. Sorry.

GOODBYE!

Alteration Station

I would like to alter my comment about the "cutest thing I saw today."
Farm's interaction with her poetic Cinci-farmer was extremely goddamn cute (Farm, I was trying not to embarass you by staring) BUT an equally cute thing was the two fresh haircuts in Mollie's bed this morning and their obedience when I told them not to look.
It really does make me happy to see my friends in love.

Saturday at the Seventies

It was bizarre without Meara today.
But Farm came in with her farmer, which was probably the cutest thing I saw today.
I asked what they had been up to, and she said, "cuddling..." among others.
Then they swam over to a booth and both sat on the same side so they could cuddle.
I have begun talking about Erin's birthday party to everyone I see, and they all seem really enthralled with the jungle theme, but they all want to dress like Tarzan.
Today Sabri felt the cookies I baked him for crunchiness, and concluded that they were not good because they were going to be too crunchy.
Today it also became official that Fice likes Jamon more than me.
I am convinced that the two are linked (subpar cookies and subpar feelings for LL).

Somethings are more important than others. station. STATION.

#1. Looks like I win the nerdiness competition at station station. Farm, Erin and Lindsay... you can come to ME with questions of a nerdy nature.
#2. PROBLEM. We have an opossum living by our garbage cans. Meara told me so. She saw it and it hissed at a pedestrian. This is bad. If I run around screaming and crying about creatures... blame it on the rodent. Let's name him. How about crusty mouth? hah hah HAH.
#3. The Burning was a success. Much flame, good friends, too much beer.
#4. My associate and I are going to go to the Bahamas in 2006 for the grand opening of the new UNDERWATER HOTEL. We want to hang out in our hotel room while watching sharks swim outside our windows. Feel free to give us money to fund the trip. It will be expensive. Maybe I'll start a jar. Maybe we should have a fundraiser.
#5. My quarter-life-crisis is still going pretty smoothly. The cutting and burning has helped. Painting as well.
#6. Can somebody please tell me WHY OH WHY? Erin. Where in the hell have you been this week. I'm getting feisty.

vacation station

91% scored higher (more nerdy), and 9% scored lower (less nerdy).
What does this mean? Your nerdiness is:Definitely not nerdy, you are probably cool.

LIBERATION Station!

PEOPLE! Today is freedom day. After two awful months of splint wearing doom I am finally free. It IS OFFICIAL! gathering at station station to burn the "fuck mother fuckers" into ash. 10:00 pm. Be there or have no support for my freedom and remove yourself from my buddy list. (hah. I dont even have one of those.) I'm feeling so damn radical today. uuuuuuuh! ULTIMATE CONTROL IS MINE!

also. Lindsay. Last night when you came into our room and said "You go to bed so early..." and I snarled back "NO. I DON'T." and you said "uh. okay..." sorry about that. angry bite. I was asleep.

zip. snap. button.

Lightly nerdy? station. station.

1. Dah dah daa! my nerd score was 45 Linz. Turns out I'm lightly nerdy. Who wudda thought.
2. Erin and I met a man on sunday who had "enough fire to light up the world." so hot its cool.
3. I have watched the notebook. I finally cried. It was amazing. and now... I don't think I can stop crying... this could be a problem.
4. I love night wolf from mortal combat.

It's the End of the World

There is a buzzing NRrrrrt NRRrrrt NRRrrrt sound on state street today, and the power is not OUT, but...lowered...in several businesses, and everyone is running next door to ask one another what the hell is going on, why are our lights dimmed? Why did our music shut off? Jose shouts from the dishroom, "Hey man, the lights!!" and the people eating their lunches giggle nervously in the silence once filled by the passionate words of Cesaria Evora. People are actually looking at each other's faces, and they are suddenly awake.

RIP Hunter S. Thompson

I just heard on the radio that he committed suicide at his home in Aspen.

Turns out I am not a nerd.

But I don't despise them, I swear!

"I am looking for Little Hiro's babysitter..."

Yotchi e-mailed to ask if I would watch her chubby, nine-month-old masterpiece of babbling perfection on Thursday and I almost cried when I realized I had already signed up for something else that night. I pray that she will ask me again.

Walking to the library tonight, I was filled with euphoria because it was white but slushy and warm outside, and there were people everywhere, quietly sloshing about and being rosy-cheeked in the light from all the shops I never go into. My feet were wet because my shoes have holes in the bottoms but it felt good. Everything seemed in its right place; you know, one of those.

I took a shower yesterday, and my white loofah turned blue when I scrubbed my legs. Help me, I'm turning blue! I thought, but actually it was just from the new jeans I'd been wearing for several days. Neat.

Hey Gemeni! The stars have some words of advice for you today. Hold on for details. station.

1. Scorpio.
2.Bronze.
3. 4.

AND. I have bleached and scrubbed and washed (w/ murphys oil soap no doubt) our public spaces. Sans the living room. Do not fret about the pile of armchairs and lamps in the hallway. They are there to block any and everyone from entering the living room as I have yet to do the living room. I ran out out passion and daylight. I will proceed with my manic spring cleaning after spanish class. DO NOT FRET! I AM ON A MISSION. it will happen.

I cannot smell anything today. too much bleach. erhe. sneeze.

Also mission. Buy sunglasses and lunch with Chip. IT WILL HAPPEN. I'm thinking aviators and med cafe. Romantic getaway sunday. You cannot ditch me this time.

Nice coat bus kid did not sit by me this morning. I cry. rejected again. I walk home with my tail between my legs.

This is not my property. station.

I have decided to start a band of gypsies. Things that gypsies do:
1. play tambourines
2. have small pets
3. wear articles of clothing that do not belong themselvesishnesses
4. eat their fruits and vegetables
5. Ride the bus
6. have awesome jungle parties (heh heh)
7. Eat candy
8. rob people
9. stick bobby pins in each others noses (optional)
10. dance

and so. if you are interested, give me a call. ship sails on march 5th.

on a side note.
I saw cute jacket kid this morning. he never sits by me. pout.
Lindsay. You chocolate sneaking bitch. You are perfect for my band of gypsies. Sign up today!
I am exausted.
Last night I saw a man on the 1300 block of Walton whatever watering his conifer from his 2nd story apartment window. It was amazing. This sealed the deal for best valentines day ever. (other amazing activities include but are not restricted to: awesome bus ride, pizza, disguise, stickers, buttons, and my new borrowed shirt that I promise not to start on fire.)

The end.

A Wang Doodle Would Eat Ten of them for Breakfast and Think Nothing of It

Mollie, I ate ten of your caramel chocolates for (second) breakfast and thought nothing of it.
THEN I ACED MY TEST.
Then I bought you more chocolates.
THEN I GAVE CAREER ADVICE.
Then I checked the status of the job application I sent Thursday and !it has arrived in Tokyo! Yokatta, ne!
*********HOPE YOUR HAVINA BALL IN CHI TOWN THIS PLACE SUX W/OUT U, GIRL!!!!!!!**********

i am learning 2 new languages this semester-

math and painting

Anyone feel like wasting several hours?

If so, I recommend organizing your wiscmail inbox from which you have deleted only those things with no sentimental or informational value since July of 2001. Oh the memories, the anguish and suffering, the glazed-over eyes. Where am I? What day is it? It's like time travel...

I call this post "Snow Plows are EVIL" right guys?

1. Snow plows. back with vengance. Snow plows are the kind of things that I expect to have ightmares about. Chasing me... such and such... like a video game... hurry fast or it will eat YOU ALIVE!

2. If peoples words were to magically materialize as they came out of their mouths the results would be as follows: Lindsays words would be in script. something medium sized, not too scribbly, medium. medium is key. Erins words would be in lowercase... soft font, but not too round. moderate amount of straight lines. Nates words would be in symbols... but somehow we would be able to read them... it would be sensible. Mearas words would be in a bold font, a mix of uppercase and lowercase, but all the same size. Jonathans words would appear on paper. They would go straight from his mouth to a solid object if no paper were to be found. Times new roman.

3. Jenny Berge: Lioness

4. There is little boy who gets on my bus (#3, 8.10@capsq) every morning. He has a green coat and the sweetest little snow boots. His front teeth are like chicklets...adoreable. He looks like he plays with legos. Among all of the professionals and students, this little boy (he's maybe 8) saunters on to the bus, as if it aint no thang, and takes a seat. Just hangs tight until his stop. I am amazed by this little boy. If I were him I would be so uncomfortable among a slew of adults... the only child on the bus. I'm going to talk to him one of these days... take his picture.

Caffeine More Effective in Moderation

I saw merely the caption to an article about caffeine use which said research has suggested that smaller doses over a longer period is the most effective way to maintain altertness. Perhaps it's all in my head, but I am feeling the truth of that statement. I could go on for hours, and my thermos is still half full. WOW, thanks science.

sushi and doritos

a good and gross lunch all at the same time

NO SPLINT! i am such a rebel.

On the bus this morning I realized that now is the time in my life for some weird secret to be unearthed and brought to my attention. Example: "Mollie, you are not really human. You are a robot!" or "Mollie, your parents are top-secret Russian spies and now you need to go to training camp to be a top-secret Russian spy just like them." or "Mollie, your left leg is made out of tin." or "Mollie, you've already gone to top-secret Russian spy camp, you just don't remember it because we hypnotized you. Now its time for you to be a top-secret Russian spy." or perhaps, "Mollie, you are related to Winston Churchill and England wants you to return to your homeland and take over their government..." something like that.

So. If you know anything... I'm prepared to deal.

ALSO. I am so very excited for our weekend at station fuck-mother-fucker (for Erin...free speech!) yeah yeah yeah the gust of awesomeness is sure to delight and amaze. kiddos. I need to make a post about our constitution celebration. Soon. Very soon.

It's important to have something to which you can look forward.

Everyone at elation station should brace themselves for the blast of two electric eclectic symphonic histrionic energies from the north which are headed RIGHT FOR OUR HOUSE!!!! next weekend.

I have this certain M83 song in my head, the looping memory of which makes me feel like my life is really exhilarating or something.

Stop looking aT my COat!

lindsay,
since you confronted me with the dilemma this morning of which coat to wear because it is unseasonably warm but still winter, i have thought all day about my selection. people are starring at my coat like i am ridiculous for wearing a long coat in february. geez. i think we need to have a conference...i hope we can all reach a consensus tomorrow over our discussion of the constitution. i hope everyone is excited about my speech on free speech and mollie's on the right to bear arms, you know like GUNS and stuff.

ov e r and o ut I D A APPLE B ROOG _ _

MY MESSAGE TO THE WORLD!

This is in code. Just TRY and decipher it. SUCKAS!

hd sajdhfue 88877 jkasfei kd luwms,x 57 seinfmncx kurfienc. iw . lksdjlq0-4]lojdws lkjdien. xijn ws12we98d 3 kldsoic A"sp;ap[qw90839vkjvntrafdc/. oijdw,cxn !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

boo-yah!

also. I am looking foreward to some extra Lueders lovin' at station station tonight. goody goody! cant wait!

Amelia

Amelia
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Intoxication Station

I have got to stop blogging when I'm drunk. I get way too excited and swear too much and some of the things I write don't make any sense.

Today I am hungover. I really really want to eat something good, good food, but I can't figure out what good is. and all of my socks are dirty. and I cannot find my day planner. I would need to go to the bank before can I pay someone to make me food (I cannot cook right now) and going to the bank seems like the most difficult thing ever in the entire world. So. I'm really working on this... and I'm really hungry...but because I have no socks and because I don't have a particular food in mind my day is rapidly developing into something extremely challanging. I skipped my spanish class today. heh. Right now Marla is playing in the toilet. I can hear her. ah ha ha... I can't get up. aw man.

This is what we've become.

be hAppy for the camera
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This is what we drew.

This is what we drew.
Originally uploaded by mmmollie.

This is what she is.

jenny v
Originally uploaded by mmmollie.

THE associate

THE associate
Originally uploaded by mmmollie.

This is what it is

badger
Originally uploaded by mmmollie.

He thought I meant glove

Me: Where is the love?
Ariel: I lost it on the bus.

Nervous Purvis

I I I I I I am a nervous wreck today. I went to bed with an explodingly full head last night, which was probably my first mistake. I tried to sleep but my head wouldn't shut up! Then I got up at six and a half, and had two cups of strong black coffee. That was my second mistake. I I I I I knew I had to give a presentation at 1 pm, but had two classes between then and then, so I worked on my materials before and after, but had to sit through these classes just shaking from all the confusion of how my materials would materialize. Then I presented my present present presentation, and...felt....so....calm....and...collected....but then after it was over I was so so so hungry and I could feel my calves shaking when I walked to the Med Cafe, where I drank some soup and gulps and gulps of jittery water. There is nothing to worry about, really, but I can't stop shakkkkking.

Whatevaaaa.

Why is it that exboyfriends have a superhuman ability to pull at your heartstrings?
Today I saw a tube of toothpaste on the road. Someone is not being very responsible with their dental hygiene.
Today I took my spanish test and kicked its ass.
Tomato soup is one of the most versitle food products in the universe.
I am full of tomato soup.
Linz, let's have that tea.
Being a florist is one of the most awesome jobs ever.
I really REALLY need to do laundry.
I have this artery in my finger under my scar tissue that is quite visable and if I press on it I can see the blood flow stop and then when I release the pressure the blood continues its flow with vigor.
I am very much alive today.