is is really november?...that's bad news.

i thought the last time i posted was last week.

turns out it was, dare i say, three weeks ago? boo.

because while i haven't been off doing anything groundbreaking, i have come to some interesting conclusions lately. and by interesting, i mean interesting solely to myself. and might i add that most of the time they come to me on my lunch break, in front of nordstrom's, which only adds to the theory that no good, solid, productive thinking can come from the mall.

beauts like the everpresent "man, reese witherspoon makes me think i too can be brunette." and the new "walk the line" doesn't help the anti-side of that argument much.

for those dying of suspence right now, it always comes back to the same point that you know if you're a girl who reads too many magazines: she had brown hair to begin with. that's why it works.

see? this is the crap i get entangled in. no wonder why people think i'm a monkey. while i could choose to talk about the five books i read in the month of october and engage in intriguing prose, i choose to wax philsophical about the pros and cons of playing "make your head look like barf" with some hair dye.

anywho, i'm now working at the mall. however, as people were waiting for me to do, i realized that it's not so much the pile of awesomeness i thought. so i'm currently waiting to hear back from the historical society in the hopes that they give me my first chance to truly be the professional nerd i deserve to be.

at least i'll be well dressed.

in other news, my last check came from the old job. and yes, i say "old job" because i'm viewing my bonus as a severance check of sorts. when you get that much freakin' money at once, it's like a sign to get the heck out because i don't really think anyone will have the poor judgement to give almost 700 dollars again.

and...i went to lunch with my dad on last monday.

he works on university...by the egg and i...across from norm coleman.

as i was walking out, i pulled myself a geriatric move and shook my first at the window. very a la the oldest golden girl.

he was not there. he did not see my fist shaking. and i think the hmong family in the waiting room of the office thought there was something horribly wrong with me.
i almost felt like a political activist...then i remembered that i was wearing a puffy vest. there's nothing really "let's fight the government" about a bright green puffy vest from american eagle. even i know that and i live in the mall.

luckily, my dad just pointed out that while well intentioned, senator coleman probably is never there. then he bought me a cupcake. i thought it to be a very patient showing for conservodad. except the cupcake. that i feel i fully deserved.



the person who came up with the idea to create a bakery with 30 kinds of cupcakes is pretty much my hero. and to make matters even better, the spot is called, duh, cupcake (and i even think it has an exclamation mark, perhaps like "cupcake!: the musical"?)

but yeah, that's pretty much it.

tomorrow we'll talk about the inflatable turkey down the street and the very serious reason why i need my own ipod.