Sunny Sunday

After being sick and a rainy weekend in which I had to trek all over Williamsburg the sun has finally come out (literally and figuratively). I got my ideal apartment (more to come on that later), I'm healthy, I have food in my cabinets again, I'm going to a tarot reading at 3. This is the start of a brand new day. A beautiful, hardwood floored, exposed brick, garden apartment kind of day where I am regularly blessed with images like this one from Sarah:
So let's just all rejoice, put cheese on something and toast it!

They Forgot Oranjello

If you like that, you might also want to check out Black People Love Us. Or just Veronica Mars.

Only My Boyfriend Gets to Touch My Hair and Eat with his Mouth Full

So every week we gather in Kelly's room and every week we gather hope for this week's episode to mark the triumphant return of Gossip Girl and every week we are left saying "I think next week's going to be good though." Our level of unhappiness is shown in the heightened time we allow ourselves to watch One Tree Hill to satisfy our need for absurd drama. Today it was up to twenty minutes. I do actually have some hope for next week though. This week's was better (all the Derota face time), though I did have to hold down some vomit during the Chuck/Vanessa nastiness. It's even worse knowing they do that in real life too. I was also very proud of myself for totally calling that the fanmail was from Dan's brother (I'm going to kill Writing Teen Fiction next semester. Absolutely kill!).

But Ok, I didn't really have anything to say about Gossip Girl. I just wanted an excuse to post that picture of Dream Me with Dream Boyfriend with Dream Hot Dog. The only thing that could make that picture better was if Kristen Bell was eating something with cheese on it that was toasted. Now that'd be perfection.

Blast From the Past

So my friend Kelly posted this video of this seven year old stealing his grandma's car and while watching it I was reminded of an old YouTube classic with a younger look-a-like to the Lil Mister Grand Theft Auto. Enjoy:

Loooooogan (and that Meg girl)

I haven't even watched this yet because I'm on the phone with the BF and I already didn't speak for the first minute of the phone call becaues I was in the middle of watching the Pharrell McDonald's video but I cannot wait!

Something Funny Happened on the Way to the 12th Floor

So I was riding the elevator up to my room with one of my friends roommates Tanya. If you've met me then you know I'm really awkward at small talk. It's almost as bad as me at phone talk. Luckily, Tanya picked it up when she told me that I looked "just like that actress". I of course inquired as to which actress and after many floors of thinking she was finally able to come up with: "That girl he's going to marry in I Love You, Man."

That's right. Rashida Jones. Apparently, I look just like Quincy Jones' daughter. This could be my family portrait:
Maybe if Quincy was Jewish instead of black. That could be why Rashida is so not into that kiss. She knows that's not her real dad and she's late for meeting her bio papa at a Lower East Side bagel shop. I'm not going to lie though. The first thing I did when I got back to my room was google Rashida Jones obsessively looking for any similarities between the two of us. But why don't you judge for yourself:
Vincenzo took the words right out of my mouth when he said "Identical strangers? Holy mackarel, that's amazing!" The resemblance is eerie, right? Now it's just like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the paparazzi to start camping outside of Loeb snapping photos of me coming home from class thinking I'm Rashida. My life is soooo hard.

Sad Wednesday

I'm not usually affected by celebrity deaths but I'm really upset by Natasha Richardson's passing. I can't even imagine what her family is going through right now.

RIP