the spirit of a hustler and the swagger of a college kid.

the "wtf of the week" (and, well, the first one ever for this blog) goes to pete and ashlee wentz, who unfortunately went the way of apple, jermajesty, audio science, pilot inspektor, and tu morrow by naming their son "bronx mowgli." i mean, for some reason or another, i like you guys as a couple, but give the poor kid a fightin' chance! or at least arm him with some comebacks for the barrage of borough and jungle book-related jokes he's sure to get when he starts school. sheesh.

since when was it almost thanksgiving!? i popped in hanson's classic "snowed in" to try and get in the spirit of the holidays a couple days ago while baking some bread, and it just felt so wrong. IT'S TOO EARLY. can we rewind to labor day, please?

i'm also excited because before visiting that warhol exhibit i mentioned in my last entry, i finally got to experience the wonder of the legendary red arrow diner in manchester. it's one of those places that's been all over the food network and such, and i coincidentally ate my patty melt and mac 'n cheese in the seat that the tgi fridays/diners, drive-ins, and dives dude guy fieri sat in when he was there (i know because there was a plaque that said "guy fieri sat here." ha!) but the exhibit was also pretty great. it's just so sad to know that any ol' joe schmoe can now achieve the greatness of warhol by pressing a button on photoshop these days. boooo.

a strange phenomenon began in the past week, which involved me receiving like 4 compliments from women well over age 60 on my outfits and/or hair. i guess i really am becoming a granny?!

umm, anyone remember the little kid from "step by step," brendan? this is him now. oh lordy.

in the alley, it ain't that cheap

guys, i went to my grandparents' today to celebrate their 72nd anniversary. really, though?! i can't even imagine being 72, let alone being married for that long. but, i mean, while my grandma (who's 92) and grandpa (who's 95 and still driving!) have been experiencing some slight issues of old age as of late, it's so adorable to see how much they love each other after all of these years. awwww.

if i don't get out of new hampshire soon, i really might enter full-fledged townie-dom. though i had a great time with emily on our veritable chain restaurant bar-crawl last weekend, i'm becoming all too familiar with the TGI friday's crowd. yiikes! i also hit up a hockey game- my first in a very long time- to see the local AHL affiliate, the manchester monarchs, which was fantastic, if only for the fact that i got to drink beer while i watched attractive men beat each other up. tomorrow, i'm apparently going to see the warhol exhibit that i've been dying to see forever in manchester, so maybe exploring nh's rich culture (cough) ain't so bad. at least for now. but i interviewed with 3 places last week, so let's get with the program, people! i'm ready for my cubicle...now!

i finally made a long-overdue library trip and picked up the following books. the librarian seemed amused at the selection.

1. eat pray love
2. my jesus year: a rabbi's son wanders the bible belt in search of his own faith
3. yes, you're pregnant, but what about me? (kevin nealon's book)
4. buying in: the secret dialogue between what we buy and who we are

has anyone seen paris hilton's trainwreck of a show, "my new bff"? it's like "rock of love" meets "the search for elle woods" and the girls are dumb as rocks. love it.

i don't need a witness

so, i recommended this song- "look at me when i rock wichoo" by black kids- a few weeks ago, but i recently saw the video and had a flashback to saturday morning cartoons, which fits the song perfectly since it has such a retro vibe.



and my good friend jeff turned me on to this site the other day, so i thought i would mention it as well: it's called chictopia, and is basically a real-life "lookbook" where people can upload pictures of different outfits they wear. but the genius part is that they also have to list where each item is from. genius! my new obsession.

i'm biting my tongue- hard!- regarding the election, but it's no doubt a historical moment (as well as the official demise of unbiased journalism :) and i honest-to-god hope that obama is the best darn prez we've ever had. however, the one thing that really bothers me to see is that people are suddenly proclaiming that they are "finally proud of their country," as if they weren't before. your president doesn't dictate your patriotism, guys!

i think i got food poisoning from taco bell yesterday...grossss.