the powers of parnell

friday night in studio:

4:45 to firestone to pick up car... complete with new tires

5:00 dinner with mom at the thai peacock (delish!)

5:55 snag the parking spot RIGHT out front of the white stag building (not surprising as i AM the parking karma queen)

5:56 parallel park like a champ when all of a sudden random girl with suitcases standing outside the white stag building opens my trunk and puts her suitcase inside my car.

5:56:05 "umm, i don't think i'm giving you a ride anywhere right now."

5:56:10 random girl "OMG i thought you were my friend! i'm soooo sorry!"

5:56:15 laughing ensues

6:00 run into andrew upstairs in the studio to exchange my funny story for his (which really was funny, but i can't repeat it : x )

6:15 let's just say andrew and i watched a lot of tv... and we know something you don't know.

---- cut cardboard.

---- glue cardboard.

this goes on for hours and hours.

9:00 andrew and i have an AWESOME idea for our potential window installation for first thursday... keepin' it real here, folks.

10:00 cheap pizza at old town pizza where i am able to repay andrew his $3. 

10:20 back in studio.

---- cut cardboard

---- glue cardboard

11:55 andrew announces he's done enough work for today.

11:56 andrew is excited about something so i wander over to check out what's up.

11:56:02 andrew has dumped out his toolbox of ideas, grabbed the hammer, and pretty much NAILED his bfa project. 

11:57 i am excited for andrew.

11:58 i decide to blog about tonight's events and hereby claim witness to the precise moment when andrew became... a genius. 

12:11 i'm out.

side note.

you KNOW you're on to something when you propose an idea for a project and suddenly people start telling you "hey! I do that too!"

either that or it's pure coincidence.

i'm not sayin' this has happened to me.

i'm just sayin...

; )

feels good to say it.

President Obama.
aaah.
my father (who lives just outside DC) was actually thinking about staying home and "just watching it on tv."
"huh?"
i fixed it, don't worry...

in other news:
I got a flat tire last night at oooh about 11:30 and my friend's husband had to come rescue me.
I DO in fact know how to change a tire, but it was late and cold and he was right around the corner so what the hell. Thank, Mike.


in more RELEVANT news:
I've cut out my first in what i hope is to become a series of stolen words.
A special 'thank you' to Bryson for loving that I "stole them" because I do too...
A special 'NO THANKS' to Blogger for being a BRAT and not uploading any more pics right now.

perhaps tomorrow, ya'll. I'm TIRED.

latah.

cooties.

remember those toys that were big ol' plastic segmented caterpillar lookin' things?

cooties.

this reminded me of those cooties.

and how boys used to have them when I was little.

"cooties."

what a great word.

"abra abra cadabra...."

weeks one and two of fall term have passed by in a rude hurry and i feel like we didn't get to spend much time together. 

i miss you, weeks one and two. 

I'm continuing on with my investigations and curiosities about communication. The "one way" kind of communication. This term my focus is on looking towards other ways of regurgitating these stolen fragments of other people's conversations. There will be no more being timid and quiet about my approach. Expect to see larger, bolder iterations of these things. I decided that I am going to MAKE you look at these things and you WILL think about them... whether you want to or not. 

Consider it a spell that I will be casting upon you...

it hurts to be beautiful...

...but some things are worth it and these "some things" are usually shoes.