my poor roommate

I keep subjecting him to chick flicks. He just watched the end of Much Ado About Nothing with me. Not that Shakespeare should really be considered a chick thing, but still. His response: "Wow. That certainly was merry."

Whatever. I love that movie. I mean, honestly, how can you not love stuff like this (put to rather catchy music, no less):

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more;
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never;
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.

Willy knew what he was talking about. I'm not exactly sure what "nonny, nonny" means, but it sounds like a plan.

to elaborate...

My sister sent me this article awhile back, and I think it explains better than I ever could what I was referring to earlier. If you're at all interested, go here.

But basically, I can't read Seattleites. I'm intriqued by them, but in a science experiment sort of way - a science experiment in which I already know what the outcome is going to be, but I keep watching and waiting for a different one. Maybe that only makes sense in my head. Ultimately, I've found they talk a lot of talk without ever exactly following through. I'm sure they mean what they're saying when they're saying it, but it never quite materializes. It's hard to get angry, because I know there's no lack of good intentions, but I find myself perpetually frustrated by the whole phenomenon. I keep being reminded of that Will Farrell quote from SNL: "It's fine. I just wish you weren't a liar."

Anyway, I'm sure this is just the necessary homesick phase. No new place is without its flaws to get used to.

seattle folk baffle me

just needed to express that sentiment out loud

I'm only in it for the free food

The fun thing about shooting restaurants, I've just discovered, is that they like to send you home with tons of food. I randomly shot two new restaurants out in Bellevue tonight, and each sent me home with a little gift. The owner at the first place actually seemed a little hurt that I'd already eaten dinner and made me promise over and over that I'd come in again soon. But he wouldn't let me leave without having a glass of wine and a chocolate souffle (not that I really tried to resist all that much). And the second place sent me home with three to-go containers of sushi, which hopefully my roommate will enjoy. I'm all about the perks of the job.

beth is never allowed to leave

She just brought me coffee in bed. And she's making us eggs. With peppers and onions and spinach and everything. And I didn't oversleep for work yesterday because there was another person next to me so I would have felt guilty hitting the snooze button 20 times, as usual. When she leaves, I'll have to go back to buying coffee and skipping breakfast and being late for work, and that's just no good.

tall as trees, we were

Beth and I did some photoshopping over wine and cheese last night. We got a little color happy. Regardless, I love this dorky photo of our shadows.

trees trees trees (i like them)

oooh, the original

So I discovered in my sleeplessness that "secret heart" is originally a Ron Sexsmith song. I remember going with Tori to see him play at Hotel Cafe and thinking he was lovely, so I looked up his version. Here's the link to the youtube music video, since youtube wouldn't let me post it for some silly reason or another:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=fYrX3SOf6ds

A much more gut-wrenching, rather depressing (but gorgeous) version. I still like Feist's bounce, but I always love me my sad songs sung by men with pretty eyes. And Ron's got some crazy beautiful eyes. And fluffy hair. You can't go wrong there.

insomnia-induced impulse buying

Note to self: don't go on iTunes when you can't sleep. Much too dangerous.

I'm newly addicted to Feist (thanks to Veil's playlist) and Joanna Newsom (thanks to Monday's concert). Currently I can't stop listening to "Secret Heart". It's bouncy goodness at its finest. Making me smile, but not exactly helping me fall back asleep.

brrrrrrr!!!!

It was 35 degrees out when I left my house this morning.

Love it.