it seems i'll never be athletic

because although i frequent the gym, i have also found that you lose street cred when you will exercise ONLY if cable tv is involved. do people actually run without being able to watch the food network, gilmore girls, or whatever makeover show is on tlc?

let's be honest here, if i could run on the eliptical while consuming a mcgriddle, large fry and diet coke, i would.

(can i count this as my patriotic post for the year?)

apparently the real boo isn't so cool

life gets a little slow here in boise, and now that i've finished the harry potter series, i've had to develop a new hobby to keep myself occupied. i chose reinventing myself (you know, like madonna). a few demonstrations:

bootylicious. as a white girl in idaho, i've always held exotic dreams of walking down some ghetto-fabulous street surrounded by whispered awes of "baby got back." i figured stuffing my rear-end with washcloths and modeling for jesse was pretty much the same thing.

crazed homemaker. let's be honest, as a newly married lds girl, there is an unspoken level of pressure to become a perfect homemaker. i haven't had time to perfect green jello with carrots or even to make some glass grapes, but i did venture so far as to make a pie. however, i think that the stress is getting a little too close to pushing me over the edge (examine the eyes for further proof). i may have to just revert to microwaving corndogs.

hermione granger. i wanted to be ginny weasley more than most anything i have wanted in my life. however, i lack the skill to properly apply hair color spray. it took me four hours to scrub said spray off of my bathroom floor, kitchen sink, and even out of my ears. in a moment of panic before our midnight magic party, i chose to go as hermione granger. after reading the last book and recognizing her rocktasticness, i am ok with the decision. i still have redhead envy, though.

let's speak hypothetically, here

suppose i had a friend that did not actually share a name with a television crafting personality with million dollar corporations and a brief stint in prison under her belt, but we all called her by said christian name nevertheless. and then suppose that said friend seemingly harrassed me for not having posted on my blog for a while, and even tried to intimidate me through exploiting my previously mentioned fear of not fitting in.

one may then wonder how i would handle said comment. suppose i had nothing interesting to report in my life. suppose all i had been doing lately was catching up on my harry potter (hypothetical remember) reading and perhaps even getting an outfit together that made me resemble ginny weasley for the midnight release party of book 7 (DEATHLY HALLOWS!!!) at barnes & noble this upcoming friday evening. i suppose said friend might feel silly for making me confess this publicly.

i suppose it's a good thing that we're still supposing. cool kids don't do that kind of stuff.

well, i was going to write a really great post about the 4th of july and how much i love america (but not in an e. e. cummings way). i was even going to include a picture of myself and the pie that i made (strawberry apple = delicioso). but we left the camera in our friend's car. and then time passed on. and now it's simply uncool to post about the 4th of july. and let's face it, as much as i love america, i love being considered "cool" and fitting in exponentially more.

shallow?

most definitely.