one APB and one side note.

the recent events do nothing but further my argument for science folks to develop human velcro. in the last few weeks i have not lost one, but two crucial accesories of mine. in the wake of this, i feel i have to put out an apb (which, apparently stands for All Points Bulletin and not Amanda's Personal Belongings...go figure.) anywho. i lost not only my muffy-rehab sunglasses, but my kickass librarian spectacles. and...to make matters worse, i can't justify spending money on the same style at urban outfitters, when there's a glimmer of hope that they might come home AND the not so reputable place where i bought my frames no longer carries them. yikes.

so here are some visuals in case you forgot (or need pictures to understand my plight.)

exhibit a.) muffy-rehab glasses I, which met their unfriendly demise under a box of olives while in my bag on the way to a beach in france. (they're dead ringers for mrg II)


sad. i know.

exhibit b.) the librarian spectacles seen at a happier time...the spring when i took the nerdtastic picture for the sidebar of this blog. because nothing's nerdier than cateye glasses with rhinestone and a nametag.



and finally...exhibit c.) the new pair of brown sunglasses i had to buy on saturday, because i don't wear black enough to warrant wearing my black sunglasses all the time and not only was i tired of squinting while driving and wearing navy blue, i was also tired of forgetting to take off said black sunglasses when i got out of the car, as to not be the dinkus wearing the navy shirt with the black sunglasses (trust me. it's an issue.)



yeah. they're a little too rehab for my taste. those definitely say "i drink stoli on the rocks at the country club...thank god i don't drive home".

and yes, i'm pouting.

however, there is a ray of sunshine. i went to target to buy the new crappy sunglasses on saturday, because target is only my second favorite place on earth and i needed a pick me up. once i got my sunglasses, notecards and eyelash comb, i realized that they had a new display... the halloween candy section.

five aisles of candy. all for halloween.

just another reason why i like fall. not because i like candy, nor am i particularly fond of halloween. i just love the smell of that one part of target during that one time of year. it's the smell of plastic and chocolate all rolled into one. aaaah. it makes me think of halloween, which makes me think of cold weather, which makes me think of my new jacket...aaaah. (see, i even provided the thought train this time. so considerate, i know.)

and before i forget...the midge is 18 today (techinically yesterday, but i started writing this at 11:45, so who cares.)




this almost sums up our relationship. except she has teeth now and cooler hair than me. but she old now...which in turn makes me feel old. ew. point being, happy birthday kit!

i must go... for the clean sweatshirt i just put on smells like...a jimmy john's #5?. this concerns me greatly.

g'night.

insert introspective song lyric here, please.

yeah, that sums up the day. spent mine at work...then went tanning, where i gained brief relief by tanning in this spaceship:



and proceeding to smell like a coconut. delicious, yet somehow unfulfulling. then i went back to work. being that i am currently counting down the hours, minutes and seconds until october 3rd, one can only imagine how well that one went for me.

all in all, it just left me feeling ucky. yup, i said ucky. between work and the school thing making me groggy, the good ol' tc's aren't doing it for me anymore. my st. paul is too lonely right now, as lil' old sadsack as that makes me sound. i'm just itchy to go somewhere new. and if i don't have to ask "would you like chips, fries, fruit or cottage cheese with that?", why that would be even better. for a brief two minute period, i was actually considering acting on the notice for an archiving assitant at marvel comics in new york that got sent to me.

what?...yeah, that's what i said two minutes later.

anywho, so point being, i was feeling all sorts of pity party for myself, so i went to this website:


for a moment we flew.

it's like the canvas equivalent of death cab. his name is kurt halsey. he's from the midwest and seems like a nice enough guy. if one feels so inclined, you can go to www.kurthalsey.com and take a looksie. at times, one might consider it overly dramatic, but pardon the art snobbery, i like his compositions and his color choices.

okay. introspective amanda is done for the weekend. for she has tomorrow night off, so she can go back to being random.

in fact, on a side note...so i was watching an old episode of the chapelle show last night, where common and kanye west were the musical guests and our favorite preppily dressed, former jaw surgery candidate rapper (or it is MC?..i just never know which is appropriate) was rocking a knapsack similar to the one seen here:


now, can someone please tell me what's "tight" about a louis vuitton knapsack. not backpack. knapsack.

jen...that's your job when you come back from the wilderness.

okay, now that was a marathon. you got introspective. you got weird. i have now officially explored all the facets of my personality (well, not all, but loud and/or screetchy don't translate well via al gore's internet.)

'til tomorrow, chicks.

"sometimes i just stand in a corner and cry until every one is dressed better".

um, yeah. i dropped the ball on this whole blog thing. you might think that i just haven't been doing anything and that's why i haven't blogged. which is partly true. i've spent the last four weeks eating a big ol' work sandwich with a trip to boston in between (where i found an almost unhealthy like of public transportation, actually enjoyed being outdoors in 90 degree with AND got hit on and propositioned for margaritas by a massachusetts state police officer. score.)

anywho. i've decided that it's time to get back on the proverbial horse again. especially because...it's fall (well, it will be soon). in case you need a lil' FYI, i love fall. and not just because i'm self-centered and enjoy the season that my birthday happens to fall in. where most people love pulling out their flipflops and hanging outside in egg-frying temperatures, i get my kicks from realizing that it's too cold to go outside without a sweater, yet not quite cold enough for a coat.

point being, fall gives a jumpstart to amanda pio that a most normal people get from the summertime. so you'll hear more from me and stories in the same vein as "the greatest travel coffee cup in the known world" and "underpants: why you can't put your ortho evra patch on your ass and then wear white pants" will not cease to be told. (FYI: both stories are true and the latter was painful to watch, causing the fashionably gifted kate pio to shout out today's title of choice.)

here's a little somethin' somethin' to get yourself in the right frame of mind...


ah...i can see it now...leaf piles, smart blazers, and kicky coats...

alright, that's enough.

pio out.