in the city

while sister Maggie was in town, our parents went on a 'family outing' kick. no problems though, everything was an interest to everyone and it was actually mostly enjoyable. these trips included the st. louis art museum, very good restaurants (including the shaved duck and iron barley), and the newly renovated st. louis city library.

when we were but wee children, we lived in an apartment downtown for awhile, right across from my dad's work (which was a toy company). we spent the majority of our time riding tricycles around dad's office or in the library for story time. It's been fixed up for awhile now, but it was the first time I had been there since I was a kid. I was glad they kept it old school library and didn't get too modern.

(not actually the library, but across the street)

 we then went to the sculpture park in city garden. I enjoyed most of the sculptures, including this very large pink suit.

well, that's all. merry christmas, happy new year, and all that shit. at least I get to sleep in still.

the list

I am a private high school girl. at my school, we make lists. personally, I spend more energy making to do lists than actually doing what's on them (or I add things to the list I know will get finished - like come home, eat, go to sleep).
BUT this is not a to do list! it's more of a wish list of things I see myself doing. nope. it's just the promised bucket list. (hey- I didn't have one and I don't know what you people would like me to write about) so here she is (including things I've already accomplished):

own a cat
live in another country for some period of time
visit: Ireland, Germany, Russia, Norway, Paris, England, etc
actually punch someone
take a trans-American road trip in a van
take a nap
bleach my hair blonde for awhile
speak another language fluently (maybe German, Gaelic, French, or Russian. or all of them)
grow a beard. since this is physically improbable, I'll settle for a male with satisfactory facial hairs

Oh yes, I didn't tell you that I bleached my hair...

fare the well

gratitude is falling from the sky

so this Thanksgiving I made a bourbon pumpkin cheesecake (recipe from our favorite food website, smitten kitchen). sister Maggie made it last year for Thanksgiving and Christmas, but a certain sister decided not to come home for Thanksgiving this year... aherm. so I had to make it.

again, it was a hit and grandma approved. I forgot about it until late Wednesday, so I had to wake up at 2 to move the cake to the fridge. but all is well and there was just enough left over for lunch today. it may be making another appearance very soon.

today is Black Friday, which I hate. I need to go to Target, but cannot due to the insane crowds of people who have cleared the entire store. ba.

and yet, I will shamelessly participate in the sale ruckus. I thought (rather late in the game) it may be a good idea to offer a 20% off sale at The Second Fiddle. you're welcome darlings. simply enter TAKE20 at checkout (clever coupon code, no?).

I have also discovered that I really need to check my email more often. there are countless occasions of me arriving when the plans were canceled, wearing the wrong thing, or missing out on a wonderful opportunity. the moral to today's post: check your email, children.

and now I bid you adieu. with photos of my kitten.

the sun changes mass at a rate of one million elephants per second

hippie science.
(oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! the protein chain came streaming out!)

biology has never been so delightful.

it's long but worth it. one must watch it in its entirety.

courtesy of ms. anitta thomas.

and my concentration for AP studio art is (basically) things my science teacher says (or things I doodle in science class)
for example: a Hindu buffalo demon/ 4th dimensional bison

and a galaxy/star/embryo (who knows?)

end.

morning offering

“ You must write every single day of your life. You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one moment, brilliant the next. You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads. I wish you a wrestling match with your creative muse that will last a lifetime. I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon you. May you live with hysteria, and out of it make fine stories – science fiction or otherwise. Which finally means, may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world."

— Ray Bradbury