Catchy Holiday Tunes

with a bit o' butter chicken on the side:



too funny, yo! (especially the nosy in-laws... *giggle*)

for more info: <http://www.boymongoose.com/>

Sick

one of my favourite poems:

"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more--that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke--
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"

unfortunately, i really am feeling like i'm going to die [although i know for a fact that my equivalent of it being saturday would involve no more app work. which situation is not foreseeable for a little while now :(]

please leave me sympathy and lurrve in the comments section! (after all, what are public blogs for if not to publish the minutest details about your life and mind and then wait impatiently for people to acknowledge that they intently read your every word?)

Create Your Own South Park Character

i get to be a purple-backgrounded wavy-haired balloon-headed angel-winged stubby-legged kid with a halo and pearls.

pick@flick(r): <http://flickr.com/photos/girlfish1303/296354083/>

(this is a very important undertaking that is entirely completely totally 100% related to my grad school applications. uhh, yeah.)

do it yourself: <http://images.southparkstudios.com/games/create/>

A Good Matt Is Easy To Find

my new favourite hottie is matt damon, thanks to scorsese's 2-+-hour-long extravamattaganza the departed.

see what i mean? [pick@flick(r): <http://flickr.com/photos/girlfish1303/293291739/>]

the cute little nose, the boston accent, the smug grin, the abs, the obvious intelligence, the well-fitting suits, the scheming manipulations, the somehow-ridiculously-irresistible strong silent stereotype, the veins in his arms that stand out when he's on the phone... very nice.

i have liked him ever since the rainmaker and saving private ryan, right through rounders and ocean's 11 and 12 and good will hunting, to the bourne movies. i even liked him in eurotrip, dangnabbit! and let's not forget the ridiculous roles in chasing amy and jersey girl, which also star best buddy and fellow hottie ben affleck in two of his less likable (read: less hot) roles.

(no i will not say why i watched jersey girl in the first place.)

[coming back to the departed, as an aside, since we're discussing the oh-so-profound topic of how good matt damon looks and how well he acts: i don't really know what to say about the film, i am so blown away by all the plot twists and flying brainbits (hello, don and a scanner darkly and face/off and kill bill and n other movies that involve skullduggery, last-minute prestidigitation, and lots of blood)... so i will quote my new favourite catchphrase, harvard professor james simpson's "herewith my basic response": go watch! but let the record state that i am primarily blown away by matt damon. bonus: if you don't like matt damon, there's always leo. or jack nicholson, or mark "marky mark" wahlberg, or alec baldwin, or even vera farmiga (she of the cheekbones), depending on your tastes. but really, you should like matt damon. i mean, really.]

*cough* ok, i feel like i'm 16 again. and he's married and entirely unattainable (as if i stood a chance in hell in any case).

but you know what? matt damon matt damon matt damon. deal!

in more positive news, my favourite voice does not belong to a hollywood actor, and i am lucky enough to hear it every so often. i'll take what i can get.

Good Sense Finally Prevails

britney spears is getting a divorce from kevin federline (erstwhile backup dancer, rapper who performs to miserable crowds of 300 or less in new york city, father of four, campaigner for the restitution of the honour of the penny, and gold-digger extraordinaire); the republicans lose senate seats in 3 states, including rick santorum's in pennsylvania!; deval patrick is elected governor of massachusetts, and is the first african-american to hold that office in the 218-year history of the commonwealth; and i have finally started working on grad school applications en serio, having decided to put the mind-numbing GRE subject test behind me once and for all.

today is already a good day, and it's only 11 am.

Isn't It Just, Like, Awesome

when it's 4 am and you're tirelessly (read: exhaustedly but doggedly) writing important emails to important people and on your 5th proofread before you hit "send", you catch a potentially-fatal typo?

i feel blessed when that happens. because my brain is so dead i could just be writing emails that say "cucumber cucumber cucumber" and wouldn't know the difference until that crucial 5th proofread.

i need a less sore throat, a cheerleader (make that a cheerleading squad), a campaign manager, a perfect writing sample, a steady source of ice cream, and a procrastination alarm that honks loudly in my ear and jiggles the screen like MSN messenger whenever i use the facebook to avoid doing work.