An Assortment of Useless Information

So I've been bundled up in eighty bajillion layers of clothes today, sucking down vitamin c and enough water to turn one of those water wheel things. a big one. yes, i am fighting a cold. so to kill time I did 5 loads of laundry, worked on my project, and watched an excellent movie that I recommend you watch and then research the title character. Modigliani is the film of Amedeo Clemente Modigliani, a very excellent artist if I do say so myself from researching his work. I have a feeling most will not agree with this, but, it is an interesting story none the less.

for some reason (I would call it delirium or that delicious orange cough syrup) i started counting my freckles. i love freckles and always wished i had more. when i was little i didnt pretend to be blonde or leggy, i wished to have cute freckles and a butt-chin (what is the real term for butt-chin?). i like the freckle i have on my right ear, even though i hate my sticky-outy ears and i like the string i have on my inner right arm. this is in no way important or have some sort of moral to the story other than i suppose thats just one of my weird quirks that i like about myself. like that i have two dimples on one side of my face and none on the other. this never made sense to me but i felt like it made me me. i guess my damn sticky-outy ears make me too. i used to try to make them stay flat against my head when i was little, with one of those cloth headbands that were trendy then. i'd just put it over my ears instead of behind them and go to bed like that. this might explain why i sometimes like to sleep with my toboggan on, i like my ears warm. that was a strange train of thought there.

i've decided that on Weds i'm going to start working on another of my goals--to make a piece of self representative art. i already have an idea for it. it's going to be a collage of things that i am and things i want out of life. i cut out a few images and words today, but there isn't much I can say with Time and Rolling Stone. i'm definitely over my punkrock princess stage. i would, however, learn how to look good in a skirt and heels. and by good i mean look comfortable, like i wear that kind of nonsense all the time for fun.

i am looking forward to the upcoming long weekend for a multitude of reasons that all involve not being in the northern part of this 'by god' state.

shainna and i have been facebook stalking ourselves and realized that we had a lot of fun last year. and its true, i definitely did have a lot of fun. in some cases, too much fun. i damn well made myself have fun especially when i was feeling bad, as my bar tab at gibbies can well attest. and this year, i'm not having as much fun and yet i'm not feeling bad. so the moral question is which would i rather have, fun and feel worthless or bored out of my skull and actually respect myself? interestingly, i'd rather not say which way I would probably lean sometimes. interesting how my head, heart, and liver all have different answers. and the one you think for each wouldn't necessarily be right.

i want sushi. people in town, lets get sushi soon. but maybe when i stop coughing like an eighty year old smoker.

its time for me to curl up in my bed with my evil dog and hope I feel more human tomorrow. even though it would be lovely to not go to work. my sticky-outty ears would love a day off work.