My Triumph!

Driven by the long riding desire to put my old radio in my new car (pun intended) today I finally accomplished my goal!!!!!!

Don't even worry, I definitely looked like her, however, instead of assembling airplanes and bombs to go to another country in defense of this beautiful land, I assembled my modern day fighter jet. This baby and I have seriously bonded. The chariot- as I fondly call him- underwent a frightening operation where at one point his beautiful wood covering completely peeled away left him looking bare: 

Fortunately, the surgeon didn't leave him open for long. 

The good news? Aesthetically, the plastic surgery was successful, everything is back in place and the Chariot is recovering well. Mechanically? We now have iPod capabilities!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But seriously, I feel very accomplished. And I have bettered my quality of life by at least 4%.

The final product?

Would you believe that only took me an hour? :)

That is all. 

Yes

Why does the world of teenage girls (and maybe me) find Zac Efron extremely attractive? Is it because he's an amazing actor? Probably not. Is it because he can sing and dance like an angel? Maybe. Is it because in almost every picture, his shirt is either off or he's pullin' it up? quite possibly.

Anyways... food for thought.

Petition

Dear Odegaard Undergraduate Library,

Thank you for providing me with textbooks that I cannot afford to buy, and thank you for providing me with a view of the Seattle skyline from your corner desk on the silent floor. However, I do recommend that you get new carpets and I don't appreciate the greasy books from everyone else touching them. If you could provide me with freshly laundered textbooks (especially during cold and flu season) I would greatly appreciate it. If it wouldn't raise my tuition by 100% I might ask you to even burn yourself to the ground and start over.
Thank you again for your academic support.

Sincerely,

Maren

Cooking Fail

Today after I got home from school around 9 I decided it would be a good thing to eat dinner. So I ATTEMPTED to make sausage, eggs, potatoes, onions and broccoli for greens (see! I can be healthy when I want to). When I went to pull my sausage off the pan- still red, and I definitely burned a hole in my roommates potato bag with the hot pan (shhhh!)
When I went to pull an egg out of the carton: "break!" eggs juices everywhere in the fridge.
When I went to crack another egg into the pan, 'crack too soon' eggs juices running down the side of the pan an onto the stove. (although fyi, my eggs turned out delish!)
no mishaps with the potatoes and I still have all my fingers.
When I went downstairs to my roommates room to eat said fail-food, 'spill' water all over her first-aid kit backpack.
It was pretty much a food fail tonight, although everything eventually turned out tasting really good, I'm quite proud that I accomplished even that after all the roughness.

gooing to bed!
 :) Maren
p.s. all the words in the quotation marks are supposed to be sound effects (like home star runner or a poorly made cartoon)

Preparing the Chariot

"Gentlemen! Take my Princess for a ride on her chariot!"

The first thing that the soul-patched-earring-wearing Jiffy Lube employee said to me was: "mm mmm, I love Acuras that color!"

"Health, Good humor and Cheerfulness began to reappear"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_JMXcMDAxyM&feature=BF&list=PL815D40E7411F7649&index=7
Today, I sanitized my whole life. now I need to go moisturize my life. Hope that everyone is surviving finals and studying. Remember to spring forward. :)

sleep time now.

:) probably only Becca will understand this.

Carbonated Salsa? Yes, Please.

every time I go to open up my salsa container now, it is really full of gases and 'exhales' them if you will as I untwist the cap. The first time it happened I mostly just thought it was weird... then today when i actually tasted my salsa (by the way- it smelled TOTALLY fine) it hit my tongue and was super carbonated tasting. You know that bubbly taste that soda give you right as it hits your tongue... yeah. Needless to say I stopped eating it pretty quick. At first I couldn't tell if it was the spiciness; but no, I think it might be weird. So then as I am going to dump it in the food waster container, I accidentally drop the bowl and carbonated salsa literally splatters all over my floor. So then i grab my handy-dandy 409 to just pick all of it up with my paper towels. As I was finishing up the last of the wipe up, i noticed that the paper towel was a little brown... either dirt or varnish. I don't know. Moral of the story is, check 409 before putting in on any surface and don't eat carbonated salsa. Now my room smells like carbonated salsa and lemon 409... mmmm.
Also. Tonight was the second night in a quarter that I forgot my towel when i got in the shower. So then your half-delusional self has to weigh the options. Ok... what is the percent chance that my roommates are in the kitchen right now? What is the percent chance that the hand towel is clean? What is the percent chance that i'll have to put my dirty clothes back on my now dripping-wet body, one of the worst feelings in the world? Needless to say, I can't wait to have my closet attached to my bathroom for such occasions as these.

Word of the day? Lugubriousness. Don't be this. that is all.