the oxford sara dictionary | entry: flabdomen.
flabdomen.
definition: a midsection that resembles something closer to a product for which bill cosby might be a spokesperson (read: jell-o, pudding, etc.) than a nice flat stomach.
part of speech: noun
use it in a sentence, please: “i really must do some crunches to work on my flabdomen.”
sighting: on this clever blog here
how i feel about it sometimes: 3rd day of school edition
when i get nervous in a group of people, i overtalk. i do this to open up the lines of communication, make people feel at ease with me, and feel out the possibility that they think i’m their new bff, which i want EVERYONE TO FEEL. always. i’m a bit of a new-situation people-pleaser.
unfortunately, i do this at school in small classes, especially with professors who i want to like me. which is, like, all of them at this point, because i’m officially a senior. or, if i’m feeling fiestastic, senor! ole!
see that? that bit of lame joke right there that i think is amusing? this is what i do in class. i pipe up in class, entirely too often. i can’t stop. if i don’t get a response to something, i JUST KEEP TALKING. while talking, i gesticulate even more wildly than normal, which looks preposterous because i have mittens which attach with a stringthrough the sleeves of my winter coat which i wear every day(so i don’t misplace them like a 5 year old), so it looks like i have crazy extra mime hands talking.
i am unfamiliar with these new people to whom i want to endear myself, so i talk about the only subject about which i am an expert: me.
disaster.
i have become one of the special people this week.
so.
the only best part about watching the guilty shameful pleasure that is the television monstrosity that is the Bachelor is reading the recap:
exhibit A:
“After the commercial break, Shannon has scurried off to her room, with a concerned Jillian knocking on the door to see if she’s okay. Shannon appears to recover enough to be available when Jason wants some one-on-one time, which she then squanders by whining about how hard the last couple of days have been without face-time with Jason. She says last season when she saw him with DeAnna, she wanted to jump through the television, and she cried, and she wants to lie on the couch with him in her pyjamas and ask how his day his been, and other such I’m-already-way-too-obsessed-type of stuff. Jason tells her to “keep that going” because he is mean or an idiot. “I just want to be real. I’m real,” she says. And how do you express just how ready you are to be a mother? Don’t just say you’re ready. Say you’re “so” ready.
Jason has a boring conversation with Stephanie about how great the date was, and then she asks him to close his eyes, and she leans in and kisses him, and thanks him for the beautiful memory, and she goes on like this with the gratitude for Jason that I had to stop typing because I was throwing up too much.
In the group, Megan is talking about … oh, who cares. Who REALLY cares.”
of course, there are so many favorite moments, like when the girls DEMAND that he keep them there, haha, kidding, but not really, actually i-am-so-mad-at-you-but-pick-me-now, and then get completely serious and give him the wide eyes of terror. all why giggling and pretending to be the fun and upbeat one.
oh, if only i were a better writer, this is exactly what i would write about. underlining mine. dying of laughter here, folks. okay, now back to our regularly scheduled homework.
hold me closer, tony danza.
i cannot tell you how much i am LOVING this blog. more on tumblr at some distant point in the future when i graduate from college later, which is the blogger for the set-of-people-who-loathe-being-called-hipster-but-are-exactly-that. for now, i get a daily gift of music nostalgia wrapped up in paper with a big bow.
thank you day 124 and an old friend for my title.
new year, new songs.
first, listen to this song: wires*
next, buy this album. or, in the spirit of economic crisis, just copy it from your friend. no, buy it. it is totally worth it. and stealing is bad. BAD.
last, be happy. bouncy. or at least, up with the new music of the Young People of Today.
*this is off coconut records second album, coming out tomorrow. this is jason schwartzman’s band, and i always wanted to dislike his musical talent after being so impressed at his acting talent (shopgirl, i heart huckabees, the darjeeling limited, etc.) but…it’s soooo good. his first album, Nighttiming, was one of the best of 2007, and i pushed it on nearly all of my friends like crack. successfully.
very excited about the new album. and so should you.
love,
your musical pimp
meet america ferrera.
2002 jeep liberty sport. 4 wheel drive, in amazing shape and only 79K miles, clean mechanic report, V6 engine, and power everything.
i bought it today.
thank god that’s over. yay for new [used] cars!
is it that obvious?
at the mechanic’s this morning my dad told me about an old cartoon he saw recently that reminded him of me this week, on my vacation before school starts next week. this was it:
thanks, dad. in my defense, i’ve been car shopping (which i find incredibly exhausting), working a few days, starting a new class at church, spending time with my nieces, picking kids up from school, babysitting, etc.
but between those things? see above.
what can i say – once school starts i always have things to do, so i take too much advantage of not actually having to get things done (despite having a “things that should get done” list a mile long). i ignore well.
advice.
you should marry someone who digs down deep when they say they love you.”
sara, darling. 