The BIGGEST Day of the Semester

Hi everybody!

Things have been swirling around in my life lately, and I have little time to just sit back and relax and think about everything. It's okay though, in the past two months I've finally gotten over my most recent break up and I've gotten through (ALIVE!!!) the heaviest parts of the Spring semester.

Now all that awaits is...the BIG CASE STUDY PRESENTATION. I won't bore y'all with the details (if anyone has stuck around to read my intermittent posts), but this is it! It's this group project I've been working on almost all semester, and this Thursday is the evening we present in class! Sure, the downside is that I have to miss the Lumineers' concert, but I'm trying to "keep my head up" by making it the BEST presentation ever given on the SUPER-FUN subject of Transfer Pricing.

Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, we'll see how it goes.

After that presentation, I have two final exams for my other two classes and then two more papers to turn in for Transfer Pricing. And then I'll be FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

I am very happy with all the stuff I've gone through this entire semester, with life and academia and whatnot, and I am ready to embrace what's coming next!!

I can't wait till I have so much more free time again so I can write and read more blog posts and articles and books and lots of other stuff too! :D

Till next time you guys!!

P.S. That word "BIGGEST" in the title looks weird, right??

Tuesday Tunesday: Beta Love

It's Tuesday, and I can honestly say that this week is chugging along a whole lot better than last week. For one thing, this evening's class was *ahem* unfortunately cancelled because the professor's flight was *ahem* unfortunately cancelled. LOL.

So, before I continue with my studying, I'm taking some time to share today's Tuesday Tunesday: the title song from Ra Ra Riot's new album Beta Love. I've just barely started listening to this album, I like it enough to give it a few more listens and we'll go from there.

Hmmm, let me share something that happened today, I'm trying to make teenytinytidbits more lighthearted and full of more stories and random anecdotes or whatever. Ok, so today felt like an April Spring day, like right before a huge thunderstorm rolls on through town. There was a light pleasant breeze as I made my way to my car in the morning, and the clouds were coming majestically together to cover my entire route to work in a deep and mesmerizing coat of gentlemanly grey. I love those kinds of clouds, that kind of sky.

The meteorologist had announced that there would be a slight chance of thunderstorms in the early part of the day today; when the early part of the day passed on by without a drop of rain, I was disappointed. I love it when it storms around here, especially when those storms bring about a hint of Spring. I know, we're still far from Spring, but this is Texas, and I have had enough cold to last me the entire year thank you very much. Anyway, the hours passed along uneventfully, for the most part, and then suddenly, about an hour and a half before clocking out, the gentlemanly grey clouds paid us another visit.

It poured. No, it spilled all over us. So much rain, so many resulting puddles for my Jeep to drive through like a rugged all-terrain adventurer, well, as far as my imagination was concerned. It was glorious. A much welcomed cleansing.

But the storm brought along its friend, the cold front, which isn't so bad I guess, I mean, it's not like it's freezing or anything like that. Also, the rain has stopped now for sure, and tomorrow we'll probably see the sun again.

And tomorrow, TOMORROW, is Wednesday, already. Wow, right? Last week took its sweet time to end, and this week is just flying by, not even stopping to have a cup of coffee with me or chatting about how it's doing. Oh well, it's okay, January is almost over, and I want to say goodbye to it already.

Hmm, I guess this is where my post ends tonight. I'll make an effort to write tomorrow too! :) Hope y'all have been having a better week too!

Am I Learning?

I think I'm getting better at accepting the good things that have come my way lately. I can now officially say that I am in fact going to grad school in January 2013. I know, I'm still terrified out of my mind, and my feeling of terror reminded me of the mini panic attack I had in May, before I started the "summer of math" and all of the adventures I've had since then. However, the terror is made less, uhm, terrifying (forgive the unnecessary redundancy) by the fact that I am happy. I feel more confident too, confident in my intelligence and renewed hope.

There are a few minor differences this time around, regarding going back to school. The most important difference is I'm not afraid to admit that I don't know what I'm doing; I just know that I love Economics, I know what interests me in the field, and I'm just going to roll with whatever happens. Compare that to the start of my undergrad, boy was I crazy. 18-year-old Euni knew, just knew, that she was going to major in Marketing and get some fancy-schmancy job after graduation. HA. HA. HA. I do admire younger-me's passion though, and I feel like I'm regaining some of that passion and focusing it in a more positive way.

With regards to love, too, I've been struggling a bit more in accepting it for what it is. It's okay for me to love someone, and it's okay for that someone to love me back. I don't need to runaway or mask my fears with indifference. Like seriously, a really funny thing happened recently, in which God played a good-natured joke on me, just so I could realize that I didn't need to run away, but I'll relate that story another time.

Of course, being the overly cautious girl that I am, I can't say for sure that I've learned all that I needed to learn; there are still countless things for me to experience and learn from, and that is quite alright. Also, if I go through another rough patch, I'm okay with that, because I know things will always get better.

For this moment though, however brief or long it may be, I feel like my heart's in the sky, enjoying the warm sunshine in this cold weather...or like this song. Whichever image works best for y'all :)

smallness

As y'all know, I had been thinking about dumb stuff earlier this week, and though my thoughts got a little healthier and more positive, I began to grasp just how small we all really are.

We're tiny, you know. I am me. In my room, in my home, in my apartment complex, in my neighborhood, in my city, in my county, etc. etc. There are people above me, people below me. Next to me. Beside me. I drive with so many different strangers on a daily basis, and we might never ever speak words to each other. I might appear in random dreams here and there, as a random person in the background, a familiar face yet so unknown.

Today I learned that seashells are merely skeleton remains of mollusks that, well, once lived. Like seriously, do you know how many mollusks must die every day for us to so casually encounter countless shells on the shore? Remember Coney Island? So many shells. So many small remains. At least some shells are still useful for living creatures, like hermit crabs or whatever. Or for those looking for supposedly aesthetically pleasing and natural souvenirs.

We step on these shells, never giving them a second thought.

We are small. Imagine how much smaller we'd be if we were mollusks. I recently read an article arguing that we are made of so many tiny tiny particles, that we are very complex organisms. My sister once quipped that we are actually made of dead star particles. I like that idea...

Yes, I am small, but it's okay. I like this sliver of space I take up in the universe. I like to think that my existence is worth something, a necessary and essential part that makes the universe continue. And that those I love exist for the same reason.

In all my thoughts and wanderings, I think it's time to share a tiny whale picture:

(courtesy of su-ami)

Dear readers, I like y'all by the way. Have a good weekend my dears. :)

Tiny Rock Story

Hi everyone, I know it's been a while, but I'm back for good now that my summer semester is over! :) It was great---I took my fourth unit exam last Tuesday and the final on Thursday, and quite frankly I did very well in both (more so in the final than on the fourth, but whatever, the class is over!!!).

Anyway, when I got home Thursday night after the final, I didn't know what to do. For the past couple of months I had been focusing mainly on math math math, and quite abruptly, there was no need for me to go to "mymathlab" or the course website to work on homework and study. I was...

FREE.




That's totally how I feel right now. ANYWAY, the point of this post is a true story that happened just the other day, I think it was either Monday or Wednesday, on my way home from work.

~~~So yeah, I'm driving home, and there's something y'all should know about me before I continue with this story. I try to go as long as possible without turning on the A/C (during the warm seasons) or the heater (during the cold seasons) in my car. Well, when I have passengers I usually take them into consideration and will turn the A/C (for example) up to the first level, you know, that first "click" that the air knobby thing makes...If I really like the person(s), I'll even turn it up to the second or third "click" just so I know he/they won't be suffering too much...

Alright, so on this particular evening, I was nearing the end of my daily evening commute, for some reason, I had my window down all the way, enjoying the beautiful (unusually unseasonably cool) weather, and I was all "lalalalala" singing along with the music on the radio...when it happened.

Some tiny rock came flying into the car and hit me in the chin. Then disappeared somewhere on the car floor. Out of nowhere, like seriously, it wasn't like this rock flew in because of some other car driving by and propelling it in my direction. It just decided to alter my usual daydreaming and reverie.

Why hello, tiny rock. I hope you enjoy your stay in my car before I thoroughly clean the poor thing.~~~

By the way, if I find the tiny rascal, I'll be sure to take a picture and share. Also, every time I start falling in love again, I remember how good it feels to be at the start (or beginning) of things. I think this little adventure is going to be a really wonderful and meaningful one. ♥

Mints vs Chocolates

"Really good chocolates."

A verbal exchange between two children, aged 5 and 10 years old, and three adults:

5-year-old: Why can't I have a mint? I won't choke on it!

Mother: Yes you will, you know you're not allowed to eat mints until you're 6 years old. (then tells the two other adults) We have a rule at our house---you can't eat mints until you're 6.

Other adults: Oh yes, that's a great idea (murmured in agreement).

{5-year-old pouts.}

Lady adult: Hey, you got chocolates earlier today anyway! And they were really good chocolates too!

Guy adult: Oh yeah, and lemme tell you, chocolates are way better than mints. Like two times better than mints.

10-year-old: Nuh-uhhhh, more like ten times better than mints. So lemme get ten mints now {starts counting out mints from the mint bowl at work} One, two, three

Adults (altogether): BAHAHAHAHA

Needless to say, I think the 5-year-old got over it, and the 10-year-old got to show his snappy cleverness. I sometimes wonder: how come my parents never paid attention to all the witty things 5-year-old Euni would say? I'm sure I'd have a book-full of notable quotes and witty bon mots....surely I would.

Happy Friday! :)

Freckles

It's Saturday afternoon, that moment of the day that is borderline schizophrenic. Do I decide to waste away the rest of the day, being lazy and working on calculus homework, brooding on rather trifling yet seemingly important thoughts and emotions? Or do I choose instead to laugh it all off and explore the rest of what Saturday has in store for me?

I think today I'll choose the latter. Even though I'm pretty tired. This summer seems to be the most sun-filled season of my entire life. I haven't ridden my bike in a couple of weeks, but it's because I'm rarely home long enough to rest up and go out to the park/trails. With calculus and yoga filling up my evenings after work, the only purpose my home seems to have is to provide a place for sleep. Saturday mornings start with yoga too, and then a quick breakfast before we go to the park with the little cousins. The familiar semi-nostalgic smell of sunblock on our skins, the increasingly warm embrace of the sun greeting our faces, we smile, carefree and young, in return.

We don't take pictures. We don't record our memories with videos. All I have to show for this summer-long adventure are scars and freckles. I like that.

"HOWDY HOWDY HOWDY!"

What's my favorite scene ever from Toy Story, you ask? Ok, maybe y'all don't care, but if you are in fact wondering...this is my favorite scene EVER in the entire history of Toy Story movies. Enjoy:



A toy shark pretending to be Woody??? No other character can top his awesomeness...or should I say...JAW-esomeness????? Ok, I'm almost finished here with the terrible plays on words...but I have one more thing to share (I was almost only going to share this with ONE lovely human, but since it brings so much joy to me whenever I see it, I just have to share this with anyone who might stumble upon this teenytinytidbit post!)



Whoever created this: YOU ARE AWESOME.

 A special thanks goes out to my younger sister: she knows how much I love this scene and how much I like to pretend to be the shark pretending to be Woody at random times in random places; her googling skills are amazing---she can find ANYTHING.

Here's to hoping y'all have Toy Story in some way or other run through your minds today! :)

P.S. I guess I'm starting my "Favorite Things" segment early this year? Unintentionally, I guess!

Negligence, or Sparse Blogging Apology

Uhm....HAIIIIIIII EVERYONEEEEE...I feel terrible for being a well, terrible person and not taking the time to write and share all of my oh-so-wonderful-only-kinda-not-wonderful stories with you all.

I'M REALLY REALLY SORRY, GUYS, I HAVE SO MUCH STUFF TO WRITE THAT I'M KIND OF OVERWHELMED.

Overwhelmed not because I feel I have to write for you guys specifically, but rather because I love to write, and the fact that I'm not doing what I like just makes me feel like a bad person. I've neglected the storytelling section of my brain and that makes me sad. Do y'all wanna know why I've been away?

Calculus. Damn you Calculus. Slowly creeping into my life through the classes and homework assignments, then invading my quotidian (usually reserved for daydreaming) thoughts, and then...and then, Calculus had the AUDACITY to completely destroy the sanctity of my bedtime slumber.

Yes. Oh yes, I had math nightmares. Four nights in a row. Recurring. Trying to find derivatives and writing out the solutions step-by-step.

Accept this MS Paint drawing as a form of apology. PLEASE!?

Anyway, since the start of the SUMMER OF MATH, I've been a little caught up with studying and whatnot, and for that very exact reason, I have been unable to write as often as I would have liked to. That, and work has been a little busier, which is perfectly alright, I think.

Anyway, I sadly missed this week's Music Monday, but I'll make up for it, I promise. I'm currently working on a really cool post about something I saw today, in particular, so it should *should* be a really enjoyable read. Till then, I hope y'all are having a great week! :)

The Ballad of Mr. Buggy

The Ballad of Mr. Buggy

Got in a stranger's car

Needed to get away from my hometown

Didn't know where this car was headin'

Mr. Buggyyyyyyyyy

Gonna take a riiiiiiiiiiiide

Of a lifetiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime

Lost in midnight's darkness

No way out of this forgotten 'mobile

No goin' back, no way no how

Mr. Buggyyyyyyyyy

Gonna take a riiiiiiiiiiiide

Of a lifetiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime

It's a-thunderin' hard

Confessin' my last small sins to the world

Scared froze'--preparin' to meet death

Mr. Buggyyyyyyyyy

Gonna take a riiiiiiiiiiiide

Of a lifetiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime

~~~The sun awakes me~~~

~~~Life shines upon me~~~

~~~My journey goes on!~~~

Mr. Buggyyyyyyyyy

Gonna take a riiiiiiiiiiiide

Of a lifetiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime

Must be on a spaceship

'cos ev'ryone looks like a blur to me

Gotta enjoy this while I can

Mr. Buggyyyyyyyyy

Gonna take a riiiiiiiiiiiide

Of a lifetiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime

A sudden turn, that's all

"Why we stoppin'?" I ask from a distance

"That's it, Buggy, end of the ride!"

~~~I look around, windin' down~~~

~~~Look how far I've travelled~~~

~~~Time to start a-new my dears~~~

Mr. Buggyyyyyyyyy

Gonna take a riiiiiiiiiiiide

Of a lifetiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime



I want to dedicate The Ballad of Mr. Buggy to my older sister, who unknowingly had a stowaway bug in her car. Oh, and of course, this is dedicated to the star of this ballad, Mr. Buggy.

Mr. Buggy on the window.

"Nice to meet ya!" - Mr. Buggy.



Please tell me Mr. Buggy was a dangerous bug. We made him get out of the car when we got to work. Farewell, Mr. Buggy!! Happy travels!

station

A kiss on the cheek
and a farewell.

We depart as friends,

at least in the
dark
hidden
corners of my dreams.

Just Because

Source: 24.media.tumblr.com via Rebecca on Pinterest

It's not really my place to say anything, you know, to try to console or encourage or cheer someone up. Especially when I don't really know this person, other than how we've interacted on our particular tangent of this particular virtual world.

My words aren't particularly important either, but I'd like to let you know that I care. You might feel like your writing's going nowhere, that you can't quite finish processing great thoughts into great words and posts, that no one cares to know what you do on a day-to-day basis or whatever; that is not the case at all.

Anyway, if I knew you for-real-for-real (i.e. in person or whatever), I'd think you were pretty interesting. (For the record, I'm not too talented in providing great words of encouragement and stuff like that, but I think my heart's usually in the right place.)

So before I ruin this post with more rambling thoughts, I'm just gonna finishing by saying, "You're alright, kid." Just keep doing what you want to do. I'm working on that myself, and I wish you the best! :)

Music Monday: Tubthumping

Happy Music Monday! I finally went to the Death Cab For Cutie concert last Thursday (and it was AMAZING---and I fell in love with Benjamin Gibbard and that smooth voice of his), and so the DCFC Music Monday countdown has come to a close. I'll totally share my excitement/experience at this memorable concert later this week, but for now...

I GET KNOCKED DOWN BUT I GET UP AGAIN, diridiridiridiriDI!


Oh yes...some "Anarcho-punk" music for this lovely Monday. Ok, I'm not sharing it because it falls under this particular genre/category, nor am I sharing it because I find pleasure in getting this song stuck in people's heads for an unbearably long time, but rather because of this:




I know what you're thinking: Native American History + lacrosse + popular 1990s music??? This can only equal GREATNESS. (Hey, before y'all start thinking I'm being superficial---or whatever---with Native American History, lemme tell you, I happen to LOVE Native American---American Indian---history. After randomly selecting a history course on it, I had the best time ever learning a subject I would have otherwise never studied. Go on, ask me about something regarding their part in our American history: I'll gladly partake in some nice conversation!) Anyway, enjoy the rest of your Monday, dears.

Music Monday: Long Division

Today's, or rather, tonight's Music Monday post is short and bittersweet. Words just can't describe how this song makes me feel. When I listen to this song, I remember exactly how I felt, how loved ones smelled, how loved ones could lift my spirits up one moment and then completely bring me down the next. Schoolwork was the tough, and so was juggling three jobs. But I don't regret any of that time period. In fact, I think that year has been one of my favorite (and most memorable) years in my young life so far. 

I hope you enjoy this DCFC countdown song: Long Division.

 

Snooping Birds --- and Other Tiny Tidbits

It's Tuesday, and the weather has been love-ly! And the birds, well, the birds are just as amusing and adorable as ever. See for yourselves:

Just a couple of pigeons walking around, NBD.

It was but a charade. These seemingly innocent birds were making their way around the office perimeter. Oh sure, they were adorable, and I undividedly gave them my attention, when suddenly---CHOMP!---one of these innocent birds turned...FOWL. {Yes, yes, I was aching to use a bird pun. I apologize for choosing not to apologize for this bad pun.}


Anyway, I decided to make an MS Paint rendition of these curious creatures, and then, just because I could, I went ahead and inverted the colors. The end result:

I admit it: I might have a little bit too much free time.

So there y'all have it: my Tuesday in a nutshell. Oh wait, no you don't. I have another---kinda CREEPY---story to share. So last week, I had to make an appointment for a physical exam (long story, no real explanation needed, nothing serious or anything like that). First thoughts: I get to go to a lab and have blood drawn out and pee in a cup, etc. etc. Reality: the lab would come to me, to MY house, MY dwelling! I don't know about y'all, but when I go to a lab/doctor's office, I immediately go into "doctor-visit-mode" (as in, yes, I will pee in a cup, and no, I won't faint or shudder when I see my blood fill test tubes to the brim). But to have a stranger come into my home and do those same exact things...I dunno, my mind just couldn't calm down.

And you know what happens when you don't calm down...things go...awry. With me, this morning, it was the dreaded drawing of blood. Like I said, normally, drawing blood is no big deal. I'm tough, you know! And the nurse/technician/professional-blood-drawer is always proficient enough to easily find the right vein and quickly fill the tubes and be done with it all. This guy today, however, NOPE. He had a New Yorkean (sp?) accent, white hair, carried a roll-y luggage bag [filled with lots of medical goodies], and was (in kind words) pompous. "I've been doing this for 42 years! BLAH BLAH BLAH what happened to you today I only see about once or twice a month BLAH BLAH BLAH."

What happened, you ask? As the man stuck the needle in my left arm, all was going well, I could hear that little "WHOOSH" sound, signifying the test tube was becoming full, and suddenly, I hear, "Nope, that's no good. You're drying up. I'm gonna have to do this again." And as he was saying this, he kept trying with another test tube on the same vein.

His excuse? It went something like this: "Oh it's not my fault. I've been doing this for 42 years. If anything, it must be that you haven't had enough to drink, so you're dehydrated, and when the needle goes in and acts like a vacuum, the vein collapsed." Oh okay, Mr. Labman, it's my fault obviously, since I have inferiorly-constructed veins. Only not, since I've had this done many times before---even when I've gone longer without food or drink---and this thing never happened.

His solution? Let's do it again, ON THE OTHER ARM! (Now, I will admit, my right arm has bigger veins, so it was really really easy to fill all the test tubes again.) Shortly after though, I felt out of sorts, dizzy, like I was going to throw up. I had to lie down on the couch with my legs up to get the blood flowing. And Mr. Labman said again, oh yeah, I see this like 16 times a year, BLAH BLAH BLAH. Thanks Mr. Labman, thanks. Anyway, I'm better now, but the vein on my left arm looks a little beaten up, but no worries! In related news, I successfully peed in a cup. Not that y'all needed to know that, but you know how it is. No one likes to pee in a cup, especially when forced to on a constricted time frame.

Just Another Tidbits Sunday

OH MY GOODNESS!!! OH MY GOODNESS!!! OH MY GOD!!!!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW GIDDY AND EXCITED THIS MAKES ME FEEL???????

I

ABSOLUTELY

LOVE

LOVE

LOVE

SILVERSUN PICKUPS!!!!!

So, their newest album, Neck of the Woods, is coming out on May 8th, just in time for my birthday (which happens to be on the 15th)! They are simply amazing, I really could just listen to them over and over and OVER again. Endlessly. OH, by the way, the song above (you should be listening to it while you read this), titled Bloody Mary, is a new one, and was just released earlier today! I immediately fell in love with it.

Ok, I should probably talk about something else in addition to the above-mentioned good news. Did y'all know that I did get to the Fun. concert??? It was all very much short notice. And an impulsive yes on my part. BUT the concert was, well, FUN. There is, however, something that's bothering me---but I suppose it's only bothersome if I let it bother me. And I won't. Not anymore.

On a kind of unrelated (but not really) note, why---when I want to be---can't I just be "one of the guys"?? Let's just dwell on this, and I'll see y'all tomorrow!

Wednesday on Pinterest

Source: happyplace.com via Jj on Pinterest

Hahaha, satin. Ok, well, I'm done for today. I should be a little more productive...

Just Another Windy Tuesday

Hello everyone,

This is my own rendition of what I saw a couple of hours ago from my work window:

Flying bag and leaves.

Yeah, I saw a bag fly in front of our office. And that yellowish house-looking building? That's supposedly a DENTIST office, but I've seen NEITHER patients NOR dentist(s) go in or out...Something is kind of...sketchy...if you know what I mean...and I don't mean the poor sketchy illustration above...Oh, and that orange rectangle with the vertical yellow stripes? No, it's not a fat mutant-caterpillar; it's some building, and it's not really orange, I just didn't want to look for a "concrete wall" color on MS Paint. And those wobbly shapes are supposed to be parked cars. And those blue spirals are supposed to represent the strong wind (hence the inclusion of the word "windy" in today's title...)

Did you know we have a strong wind advisory today, by the way? And of course (jumping back to explaining my blustery masterpiece), that blue blob that has "BAG" written on it? That's a bag, in case you couldn't put two and two together, whatever that might mean. Lastly, can we all agree that those little green dots flying with the "bag" are leaves?

No lies: as I typed the previous two paragraphs I witnessed a smaller and darker baggie dance around in the air. I guess bags like this office...?

In other news, I was looking through my stats this morning (oh come on, we all do it, amirite??) and came across an interesting search keyword(s)---search phrase(?). It led me to look at the rest of them...BEHOLD, IF YOU WERE TO SEARCH FOR THESE THINGS, AT SOME POINT IN TIME, YOU WOULD STUMBLE UPON TEENY TINY TIDBITS:

1. teenytinytidbits.blogspot.com ~~~~ well, that one's pretty obvious
2. teeny tiny tidbits ~~~~ yeah, I can still understand why this would lead to this awesome blog
3. teeny tiny tidbits of thoughts ~~~~ if you add the "of thoughts" it's sure to lead you away from that other website "teeny tiny tidbits of pineapples"
4. iwastesomuchtime rock ~~~~ I was surprised, but then saw that this search led to that "working cats" picture from last Sunday's evening post
5. the plan is since ~~~~ this undoubtedly reminds me of e.e. cummings, though I've never written anything about poetry
6. the scarce posts ~~~~ with this one, I really have no idea. Am I scarce?
7. mixed doubles painting by george l k morris ~~~~ I'm glad I'm not the only one who fancies this painting!
8. the then love of ~~~~ why not complete the phrase? maybe whoever searched this likes to "the" before "love of" (if these words could be verbs?)
9. the well known center ~~~~ the well known center of what? the universe? the tootsie roll pop? the world? I hope teenytinytidbits helped this person out!
10. wilco "sometimes it happens" mediafire ~~~~ well, this is like my favoriiiiiiite song of all time, but I'm nowhere near being a "cloud storage" host/place/thing (can you tell I don't know what I'm talking about?

There you have it, I think "the scarce posts" is my favorite search phrase. I know some of you bloggers out there have shared your search keywords, but if you haven't, I'd like to see what you've seen in your "traffic sources" tab!

birds

Birds flying straight at me.


Saved by tree
Saved by window.
Seagulls are kind of creepy...


I had birds.

Budgies.

Finches. love making finches.
bad parenting finches.


Loud lovebirds.
Narcissistic cockatiel.
Most loyal cockatiel
dying cockatiel. 

Music Monday: 12 Fingers

Happy Music Monday, Friends! :) I'm kind of sort of sorry I didn't really post anything more last week---honestly, I have been wondering how to write about my favorite (corny) horror movie of all time, but I keep starting, and then I think it looks bad, and then I erase my words, and then I try to start over, and THEN I say, "I'll just do it later..."---so, hopefully this week I'll do better.

This morning, as I was getting ready for work, I remembered Young The Giant. And I wanted to listen to their album, at that very instant, but couldn't, since I was pressed for time. Anyway, I brought my iPod along to work, so that I could listen to it during my lunch. Needless to say, I had an awesome lunch, mostly because I got to listen to 12 Fingers. ENJOY! :)

By the way, I got another haircut this weekend: I'll be updating my picture soon. Aaaaaand I was totally excited and happy that the NY Giants won last night. The winning touchdown (and extraordinarily hilarious) picture:

BOOTYLICIOUS. LOLOL! Courtesy of Chris Faytok/The Star-Ledger.

OMG, I totally didn't even realize that I made a mini-Giant-theme for this marvelous Monday. Ha! See y'all next time! :)