i found my shoes about one hour after i posted last. they were in my suitcase. oops!

not sure what else to say, but i do feel obligated to post this:


WOOHOO!!!! hopefully my imax experience this time will be different from my experience when i saw the 300 at the imax on opening night. oh well. yay movies!

i am missing a pair of shoes:

<---- this is what they look like, except my shoes have gold straps instead of brown straps. i've carried them around in my purse before because they are lightweight (and of course, easy to lose) and i honestly don't remember the last time i wore them, which is why i'm mentioning it here. if you have a pair of slightly worn gold gladiators that are a size 10, lemme know.

um....what else? oh man, do you know what i love (besides shoes...and um...people)?

MOCHA OCOCOS!!!!

THEY ARE THE BEST. THE BEST. THE. BEST.

the newest season of project runway started last night. props to annie for breaking her TV and lindsey for actually sitting down and watching almost a full hour of television. no props to 'girlicious' and the angry trash bag lady. oooh, also props to tom kimmel's fashion twin and the dude who made a dress out of blue plastic cups. god, if i could choose a reality tv show to be on it would be either project runway or top chef. unfortunately you have to be able to sew or cook and unfortunately i can't do either...

APRIL IS COMING TO TOWN!!!

<<------ we were little then. 19?? april is a year younger so she was 18. this was when brooke was going through her mohawk phase and i, after getting into a fight with a certain vegetarian, wore fur coats a lot. i miss the pink house and its parties....sometimes... -------------------------------------------------------------------- my sister called to tell me that our mom thinks she is a slut. her reasoning was that mom walked into leslie's room and said 'don't get the gardisil shot. i mean, if you are sexually promiscuous ANDTHEREISNOTHINGWRONGWITHTHAT, maybe we should talk about your options. but gardisil might kill you.' another time my mom had a similar conversation with les was when my mom was typing something into google and 'how to know if you are pregnant' came up on the logs. she sat my sister down and said, 'are you pregnant? you just need to tell me so we can do something about it. it's okay if you are but i just need to know so we can handle this.' my mom has never had these types conversations with me (not that i have a problem with that...nevernude, remember?). in fifth grade (or was it fourth), kids at my elementary school started to have 'sex class'. i honestly don't remember anything about it or what we learned except for being very embarrassed when our teacher asked if anyone knew what sperm was and i shouted out 'A WHALE!!!'. i reported the mistake to my mom that night and she went to the nearest christian bookstore (in olathe, of course!) and bought me a book. she tossed it to me and said 'let me know if you have any questions'. i remember that the book had very crude drawings of male and female anatomy. i definitely knew what everything looked like. the rest of the book was about making the decision to have sex. all of the stories were testimonials from those who waited until they were married to have sex or born-again virgins (GOD WHY DID I HAVE SEX BEFORE I WAS READY, WHY??????!!?!?!). i learned nothing and had many questions, but knew that my dad would avoid the situation and my mom would tell me that i would understand when it was 'time for me to understand'. i thought that sex was when a woman stood in front of a man and he rubbed his penis in between her legs...UNTIL I WAS 15! it wasn't until i started hanging out with theatre kids that i finally learned. my sister reported that her 'sex talk' happened one night when my mom and my sister were watching friends. she can't remember but she thinks its some episode where ross and rachel get drunk and sleep with each other on accident. my mom turned to leslie and said, 'don't do that'....and that was the extent of her talk. leslie says that she learned about sex on her own because she had 'really, REALLY dirty friends' (probably also theatre kids). by the way, no matter what people think about athletes/cheerleaders after watching movies like varsity blues and american pie, the sluttiest kids in high schools are always:
1) band kids
2) theatre kids

it's the truth.

two stories in the news that are relevant in my life, both in australia.

#1: shark found in swimming pool. this is just awesome to me because i have this recurring dream that my first grade teacher pushes me into a pool of sharks, and one of them bites my head off but i can still see everything going on around me. also, i used to always think that below the vent at the deep end of the pool (where the diving boards were) was a pool of sharks and if you didn't get out of the deep end in time, the lifeguards would release the sharks. i had a vivid imagination, okay? it was probably a side effect of being super allergic to the chlorine and not understanding why i'd get insanely sick every time i went schwimming.

#2: world's oldest blogger died saturday. i've been reading olive riley's blog for a year or so, i think i found her on daily awesome or something. she was 108 years old and toally precious. two of her friends helped her set up the blog (or 'blob' as she called it once) and they would converse or she would recall some of her life experiences. i really enjoyed that. it reminded me a little of krapp's last tape. last year i bought an old tape recorder after reading the play and i really want to start recording a tape of the past year's occurrences every year on my birthday. i also want to record my grandparents at some point. THANGS I NEED TO DO.

RIP OLIVE RILEY! thank you for being a wonderful blogger!

here's a video of olive singing 'waltzing matilda':