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i woke up twice last night from nightmares. once i was looking for wax, and once my family hated me. or something. no, they were making me go on a nature hike. oh, it was terrible. then i woke up, and mom had to go out to get a baby shower gift and strong-armed me into accompanying her to the baby shower. few things show a more digusting side of humanity than does a baby shower, and that's a fact. but on the plus side, i turned in two applications and got some alphabet beads, and mommy got cushions for the living room couch, and ... what else. well, i'm sure it was good, whatever it was. two cheap cds. oh, and daddy! daddy bought me girl scout cookies, the kind i like, at a booth sale, since they neglected to order any from my sister.

this just in: wax is adorable. not that i'm impartial, but... wax!

meh

i think my waxlet is asleep.

at the icing the other day i saw these little charm bracelets with one charm like this icon of brc and twirlygrrl's:



and i almost bought it before i remembered that i'm allergic to the baser metals. ::pout:: but, the little heart. and the clasp was cute. it was... it was cuteSY. for which i am in the mood.

tonight is the chili/chowder baking contest/bribe the judges at church: i'm going to go because mom is making me my favorite soup. the base recipe is a vegetariana cheddar garlic soup, and we've modified it in an attempt to get it to taste like the college's cheesy tomato basil. what with the cheese, garlic, basil and tomato (and since the best way to eat it is on slabs of warm bread), i suggested we call it 'pizza chowder' (since you have to enter it in one category or the other).

waxlet, not even you do i adore enough to persuade me to give up garlic.

soups.

mom didn't win, but the wife of the winner of the all-around (with a deer black bean chili) claims to have had three bowls of the cheesy tomato basil and demands the recipe.

i'm putting together the study abroad proposal, which is relatively short, actually, to mail to amherst. tomorrow i suppose i need to try to arrange some sort of conversation with the financial aid people. you're SUPPOSED to have a meeting, which is obviously impracticable. i wonder what they're going to do instead?

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hate composing formal e-mails. can never strike balance between e-mail and formal letter! curses.

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thanks to mamahooch, the phrase 'bodacious ta-tas' is forever emblazoned on my brain.