[insert rebecca black reference here.]

it is friday.

and in my obsession, and the celebration of no class for two days, i have found a new hobby.

thus, i give you the evolution of ryan reynolds:

 

canadian child superstar?

international revolutionary?

ahhh the nineties slicked back hair.

wow... zach morris meets lance bass. we've hit a rough patch, folks.

and we're back in the game. at sacred heart.

"it's cool. i like other girls. DARLA!"

...my personal favorite.

and let's be honest. some of his best work.

it's like, you've got the rest of your life made when you hit the big

screen with america's sweetheart.

gosh, i do love him.

p.s.

i got a haircut that looks like this:

 and i love it. just call me annemarie, and find me a dog named charlie.

bloody thursday.

i wrote a paper from my bed this morning. with pants, a long sleeved shirt, sweatshirt, some hard core ski socks, a down comforter, and two extra blankets...

and still had to wear my hood.

33 degrees this morning, and still smiling.

we're pretty B.A. up north.

stone cold fox.

...

 

in other news...

i went on a ryan reynolds craze this afternoon.

just friends + definitely maybe = four hours of drooling over the best looking man alive.

i don't know what it is about dark hair, dark eyes and a five o'clock shadow, but it gets me every time.

my personal vervain, if you will. [bahahaha... but really.]

scarlett johansson is such an idiot.

it was bloody thursday today.

[that means vampires and seattle grace. keep up.]

here are my two cents:

1. hello, jeremy gilbert.                                                           

2. i CALLED the whole supernatural-lexi-                               

coming-back-as-a-ghost thing. CALLED IT!                          

3. gosh dang-it, when are damon and elana                             

going to just get it on already? am i alone here?                       

4. bonnie bugs. let's torch her house and steal                         

her spell book.                                                                       

5. i learned that families really can be together 

forever. this stuff isn't just for humans. exhibit

A: pearl & anna.

1. mcdreamy needs a mchaircut. mcdesperately.

2. i honestly can't choose: sloan or avery? sooo

glad i'm not little grey right now... wait... nevermind.

3. christina yang makes me miss emily matis. she's 

the rational to my dark and twisty. we're the 

grey-yang duo for life.

4. i love greys, really. i do. but this season, well...

it is breaking my heart. however, i will not stop 

watching, because i feel like if i did, i would be 

abandoning my people or something. i've been

through it all: callie o'malley, "pick me, choose

me. LOVE ME!", denny duquette, izzy and george

in the elevator... [favorite episode], christina quits

the scalpel, george has the syph, george gets hit 

by a bus... i've seen it all. i just feel like i would 

be letting down the gang at seattle grace, and that

idea alone is just morally corrupt! HARD CORE 

GREYSER!!

well, now you've either got some thoughts to ponder, or some thursday night television to catch up on.

i wish you well.

call me high maintenance,

smart boys will still get me all swoony.

wake me up when october ends.

...

i love the shoes that make me feel like margaret sullavan.

which reminds me...

jimmy stewart, you are the bees in my knees.

...

autumn is coming and going quickly.

thank goodness. i am ready for snow covered logan. you either love it or you hate it.

being the outcast that i am, i prefer it. off with my head.
however, i think we can all agree on one thing: october overstays its welcome each year.
or maybe it's just me who thinks that... it must be the decemberist inside of me yearning for holly bells and chestnuts.

...

the dreamy house that i can't resist stalking on the daily.

i'm pretty sure george and nina banks live inside. which makes it all the more appealing.

...

my happy place.

my happiest place.

and do you know what?

it's the lips, i think.

you know you are a college student when...

1. you miss your sis like this.
2. your mother sends you home with a box of goodies supplied with the following essential items: costco size nutella, vitamin c tablets, pumpkin muffins, and the number to the dentist's office... yes. my winter break consists of a trip to the dentist, and the dermo. you've got to stick to your guns [or in this case, doctors...] when it comes to health and wellness. can I get a holla!

i love my best friend, yes i do.

vienna waits for you. billy joel, highly appropriate.

i kind of feel like never reading an article, memoir, JSTOR entry, or scientific journal ever again.
because i have spent the last eleven hours hooked to my computer, notebook, and every 1960s new york times article that ever existed.
and frankly, i am sick of writing about housewives and "glocoat".

so i took a break.
mind you, it was not a break from academia, but rather a break from all things "don draper meets stepford wives". it was a dive into western civ. a very much needed dive.

it was a small vacation where i disappeared into stefan zweig's autobiography.
i saw vienna, and lived like the jewish bourgeoisie.
i learned all about the age of security, and the upper middle class previous to the twentieth century.

i also read this, which explains my obsession with this novel:

"we gradually acquired small comforts, moved from a smaller to a larger house, rented a carriage for afternoons in the spring, and traveled second-class in a sleeping car. but it was not until he was fifty that my father allowed himself the luxury of spending a month in the winter with my mother in [the south of france]."

the world of yesterday, by stefan zweig.



never have i been so crazy eyes over a class before.
i'm in love with this required text. really, i am.

[weekend starts TOMORROW! ...at 3 p.m. ...if i can only manage to finish this soul sucking paper. you will be the death of me, english 2010. wow... never thought i'd say that... i blame it on general requirements, and lack of creative thinking involved with that waste of a class.]