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pink lady blog

so liz just suggested I name my blog "Pink Lady blog" and I would like to
share the story behind that suggestion, because, well, i'm supposed to
currently be reading something really really boring.

back in college and high school, when i visited japan, took a japanese
class, etc., people would always think my name was "lady" (for obvious
reasons). At first I used to try to explain no no it's an RRR. but at some
point i just gave up because, really, it doesn't matter, they can't hear the
difference, and people always thought it was cute. because they knew that
word and it was a cute word or whatever.

interestingly, i never get "lady" here, people think "ready" or "brady" or
"grady" but never lady. hmmm.

anyway at some point I had a teaching assistant who would hand out our
papers in class by calling out our names (last name, first name--just like
they do in japan). I never thought anything of it because my name sounds
kind of weird when pronounced in "japanese" anyway. until one day I looked
where she had written my name on something: "Pink Lady".

she was always telling me how cute my name was, and this is why.

posts from beyond

for some reason, my blog won't display many of the posts I've recently tried to send via email, which is how I usually do it. So, I'm going to put them all here for you all, I've actually tried to post a lot in the last few days...

thrash metal drummer needed ASAP

this is just the headline to an ad on criagslist that i am seriously
considering responding to.


ten modern-day conveniences I would not want to imagine life without

thanks liz for giving me something to do!

i don't know how "modern-day" this needs to be, so i'll just make it
whatever i want it to be.

1. tampons
2. kraft slices of american cheese
3. bags of hay
4. boomin speakers
5. electric instruments
6. debit card
7. feminism
8. sneakers
9. girls being allowed to wear pants
10. internet access to research papers (boo, library!)


interactive post

what should i change the name of my blog to? whoever wins will get a prize.

it's going to be really cool. (the prize)

vanilla ice is really weird on this fame game show, have you watched it?


okay that's it actually

just updating to say hi everyone i love you.

i hate winter it is sucking
out my soul.

the only thing keeping me going is knowing that spring is coming. and the
half dozen shows the santonies have going on in the next couple of months.

but seriously i am sick of freezing. bummer central!

not awesome: inexplicably swollen eye that sort of makes you look like
cher's son in that movie where she had that son with the face thing
awesome: free sympathy from boyfriend

not awesome: sub zero temperatures in poorly-heated apartment
awesome: watching bunny cuddle with radiator all day

not awesome: reading required things for school/learning/general personal
improvement
awesome: reading web comics

not awesome: waking up when it's still dark outside
awesome: now the sun doesn't set until like 5:30 or 6 instead of 4.

not awesome: not knowing what you're doing in your life at any time at all
awesome: not thinking about it or really caring that much because, hell,
it will work itself out, right? RIGHT? someone please confirm.

one of the most wonderful things about sharing your home and your life
with the person you love is the excitement of learning all about their
bathroom preferences. mike and i differ on nearly every single one of
them, which means that every time i enter the bathroom, i have to change
everything to be, ya know, the way it's *supposed* to be. and he is,
apparently, doing the same thing.

the issue: light above mirror
me: on, you can see yourself
him: off, who knows why

the issue: amount of beard hair in sink
me: i don't have a beard, so naturally, none.
him: shave shave shave shave shave shave shave

the issue: that fan thingy that is broken and doesn't actually provide any
ventilation but rather just makes a really annoying whirring sound
me: off, it doesn't work and makes a really annoying sound
him: whir whir whir whir whir

the issue: shower curtain
me: closed, so you can't see our dirty bathtub
him: open, who knows why

the issue: toilet seat (of course!)
me: closed, so i don't fall in, jerk
him: open, because it makes peeing slightly more convenient for him

the issue: toilet paper roll
me: unempty
him: pull every last square off that sucker man

the issue: soap
me: right next to the edge of the sink so that if some spills, it goes in
the sink
him: back by the wall for some reason

it *is* magical, isn't it

okay so this information actually is probably not important but here is
some stuff that you don't know about me. no one "tagged" me for this
"meme" but i think i need to update my blog and telling deepdark secrets
sounds like the best way to do that.

1. when i was a kid i had imaginary friends. yes, friends. as in more than
one of them. most of them came and went without much fanfare but there are
two i can remember always being around. one was a dog named sweatband. he
stood on his back two feet and was brown and tan and he wore, well,
sweatbands. i think he might have just been a ripoff of poochie. i don't
remember him ever talking.

the other was an old lady named banana. she was mean. i was scared of her.
now why would a kid keep around an imaginary friend that was mean? who
knows?

2. when i walk long distances (like more than ten minutes), i get
incredibly bored. i need to get an mp3 player or something. because
counting the number of steps i'm taking is not really working for me any
more. if there is another person there, it's less bad. this is why i hate
walking. i'd rather ride a bike or take the bus or something.

3. i am not at all an internally motivated person. some people can get up
off their butts and do the dishes because, well, the dishes are dirty and
someone has to wash them. i need to feel like my roommates are starting to
hate me and the only way i can repair our home life and save our
band/relationship/friendship from breaking up is to please just do the
dishes already! right now, it's my turn and every single dish we have is
dirty. and what am i doing? hoping melissa doesn't go in the kitchen after
she comes out of the shower. mike won't be home for five hours, so i'll
probably start the dishes in about 4 hours and 45 minutes.

4. here's a common scene in our home:
mike and i sitting on couch
me: i'm thirsty
mike: i just bought some soda it's in the fridge
me: (look at mike, blink)
mike: (gets up to get me a soda)
the secret? i couldn't have a boyfriend who didn't automatically do that.
some of you might call it whipped, i call it worshipping the goddess that
i am.

5. once when i was a kid, i went to my friend crystal's house. we decided
to make kool-aid. she had one of those "healthy" moms (yuck) so they had
that sugar free stuff. i was really confused and i was like um my mom puts
sugar in it. so we started to put some sugar in it and we dropped the
sugar canister (we had small hands, we were kids people) all over the
kitchen floor.

her mom was going to be back from work soon and we didn't
know how to clean it up so we just started freaking out, as kids who
sense imminent trouble often do. crystal started licking the sugar up off
the floor. i really couldn't bring myself to lick the floor, even it was
covered in delicious sugar.

just then her mom came home, we got in big trouble. this woman freaked out
like we had murdered someone or something. looking back, i think she was a
little high strung. anyway she sent me home and i was really worried. i
recall telling my mom about it (because i was afraid she was going to call
and i would get in trouble) and my mom laughing. i might have made that
up. i did have an active imagination after all.