"Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so."

"Very deep," said Arthur, "you should send that in to the Reader's Digest. They've got a page for people like you."



I'll keep it short today. Today was nice. We did more hanging out at home. Getting up at noon. Reaping the benefits of Jenny's inexplicable enjoyment of cooking. (Crepes and blue berries for breakfast at 12 and Hungarian Tea Balls after dinner at seven. [We ate dinner tonight ridiculously early. But it was coo' cause we got to play Euchre afterwards.])


This was actually taken New Years night but it's of my room and it's still accurate to this day so, I think it's okay.

Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is.

So Friday was great. We woke up horribly late, as is custom, and had potstickers, which was divine. Potstickers being one of my favorite foods. And then Jenny and I had a very pleasant "morning" in my room. Our joint efforts successfully collapsed a medium-sized, pale purple yoga ball, and inflated a largish, redish one. All the while burning cinnamon oil over candles on a stack of dry, old books (our non-flammable surface of choice). It smelled pungently.

Then we were surprised by the mail when Julia actually got something in the mail for once. And dad started opening it, all the while yelling that he was. I snatched it back to the room and opened it with my sister. Thanks, Flynn*! Wonderfully creative and personalized Christmas package. =D



He cut some cardboard so that, when folded, it would create this very uniquely shaped box. But before folding, he wrote a nice letter on the inside. Also inside, wrapped in facial tissue, was this.



A cute, tiny snowman snow globe with my name on it!



Thanks, Flynny.


After the hoopla of the package was mostly over with, we departed for a wonderful list of errands. If I recall correctly, they went, the bank, Whole Foods, Joann'S, Barnes & Noble, and Costco. We had a blast with all of those. Particularly the Whole Foods and the book store. Because both of those places are fascinating time consumers and we go rarely enough that they maintain special treat-status. Both are also unfortunately pricey but I had two gift cards at B&N so I bought me 'The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy', a collection of six of Douglas Adam's writings. I have not read any of the five part trilogy yet but I saw the movie and have studied up on the author and am quite positive I will love him. Actually, at the time of writing this, I have, in fact, read three and a half chapters of the first novel and do, in fact, love it.

My sister, Jennymae, put up a pretty picture of the two of us in the tea aisle of Whole Foods, for those of you who have access to her blog.

And speaking of her, she took this picture of me and the package to be today's projekt 365 photo.



scary.

Woah! I just noticed. I used capitalization for today's post! Baaaaad, Julia.


*Flynnburger Regal being my internet friend in Texas, whom I met in Colorado when we both flew there for twelve days.

projekt 365!

EDIT: good gracious those photos are small. click on them to enlarge!

where we post one picture a day for a year, and thus immortalize countless memories and learning experiences. Documentation of one of the crucial early development stages of my life, and captured moments of beauty.

without further ado. my new years eve night.

hello, odd numbered year! i do so love you.



so we start out with this photo. it's a new year in the life of our planet and our species; what do we do to commemorate? flock to the streets of the largest urban center in your country and stand around in crowded groups of kissing thousands. all night. rather odd i should say. i do like that this year, times square had hand written messages of 'hope and love' on the millions of pieces of confetti they shoot out.




the news lady person had a neatish new years resolution: to change clothes. it was a quick, put-down response to her overly flirtatious co-worker. i don't know what it was, maybe they're all just excited boys? but one of the reporters on the ground was equally awkward and inappropriate with a fellow news anchor. inviting her to a "private party, in the back of my car"? on national television?? no thank you. poor woman.

maybe they were all a tad tipsy is what.




speaking of tipsy, that nine looks an awful lot like a seven, does it not? or perhaps, a deformed cause ribbon. like the pink ones you see in grocery store check-outs to remind us of the horribleness that is breast cancer. either way it's an odd number so i'm down with it.

okay, this whole, new years eve summation has revolved around the tele and has been rather downer in attitude. that should tell you two things about my new years eve celebrations. they were uneventful, and depressing. right you are!

i was babysitting my nephews while my brother and his wife went to some young couples party and stayed out all night. it was cold and lonely and i wanted very much to go home and sleep.

today was nice though! my family is always fun to hang with and hang we did. yey to the USC Trojans for winning the Rose Bowl! yey to Buddha for having a belly! yey to homemade bread for going moldy abnormally quickly! and yey to mawther for being the way she is. i like you all so much, my family.

now, i go to bed. but first a charge to you, my readers, to keep me at this for the next three hundred and sixty-four days. and also to keep me from spending quite so long in posting the daily post as i did today. i'll have to only take one picture a day, so as not to give cause for having to choose.

that's something you can learn about me. i take forever to make decisions. like my mawther. the crab. cancer! capricorn! steam! oh my!

adios