Today when I went downstairs there was a nice big package waiting for me. Evidently one of my housemates had greeted the deliveryman because I was still sleeping =). In it was the most wonderful assortment of goodies from my mum! She always sends the best carepackages and this was to be no different. First of all, It had lots of fun edible goodies: Smartfood, Mrs. Fields cookies to name a few. But it also contained some lovely useful goodies!
My skin is winter dry at the moment and my lips are suffering due to lack of appropriate product. This Crabtree & Evelyn exfoliating lip smoother and Honey berry LypSyl will do nicely!
Ahem - I don't know what my mother would think I need this for.
I am officially Soap&Glory's biggest fan. They have the cutest makeup bags, and now I own 4.
I am most excited to use this Voodoo doll and revenge book, obviously.
I feel like those kids who got the Nintendo 64 and all their basic brain function was channeled into yelling RAWWR! Nintendo 64!!!!:
A week ago I blogged about a friend's unreasonable obsession with Nivea hand cream. And though I didn't lie or make any false claims, I also wasn't completely honest about my own relationship with hand cream, or perhaps more appropriately: hand creams.
The above is a photo of some of my various hand creams and body butters. I realize it's a bit much, but I can't help it. In fact - I blame my mother. Out of all those products pictured, I've personally purchased 2. My mum is the one who gives me most of these. One might call her my supplier - it wouldn't be far fetched to do so. Though, I'm not so innocent as to refuse hand creams and body butters when generously offered or gifted, I definitely don't demand them like my fellow blogette. And in that sense I think I'll stay comfy up here on my high horse.
Time to start prepping for my new computer - put that champagne on ice and turn on some sexy music because my new machine has been shipped. It is now only a matter of days until it will be mine! This morning I turned on Julius and just as I was about to check my email he crashed hardcore - I mean no light no nothing. Half of an hour later we were finally back up and running and I saw the email from Dell in my inbox. It's like Jules knew and wanted to prevent me seeing the fabulous news .... he better start packing up all his files and searching online for a new home because his days are numbered.
Tonight in my superfun last class of the week, Media and Pop Culture, the prof showed us this commercial from a few years ago - It is now one of my all time favourites. The whole thing is fantastic but I definitely collapsed in giggles around the 1:09 mark when the baby pulled a move I've come to know well from watching Locked Up Raw - the old, use a mirror to see if someones coming to shank you. also love the genius use of a bra as jump rope - this is a baby after my own heart. Enjoy!
I did experience a bit of trepidation when considering how Oedipal the whole concept is, but at the end of the day it's jokes and I love it.
Also, why the dad is in his underwear 90% of the commercial is beyond. This woman has obviously married a computer generated layabout...
First week of classes is finished - yay weekend! Yup, you read correctly - I have Fridays off this semester and you're jealous. I'm a lucky girl. In some respects that is. In others .... well I will be forced to read aloud and translate Chaucer for my Middle English seminar and have already butchered Sir Olfeo in class today. Flashbacks to Latin - cue constant public academic humiliation. Anyway .... guess who is not such a lucky girl? My fellow blogette; her Mac is acting up. I thought Macs were supposed to be wonder magic machines ... guess I thought wrong - thus proving the dangers of independent thought. This sitch with the computer is definitely testing the ability for long distance communication though - thank god for blackberries! .... this all reminds me on my new favourite dancy-poprockelectro song:
Love Long Distance - Gossip (Lurrrrrvvv Ditto's voice)
Related Note: So, while I'm a little surprised that the aforementioned Mac is unreliable I am no fan of them in general. I basically hate macs because when I was in elementary and middle school those fugly coloured mac desktops came out and the school bored (nonsexual freudian slip?!) was like "hey rad - colours - let's buy all new computers, but only in pink and orange." I've never had a Mac at home and I'm sure neither did many of my peers, so WHY the school board insisted on exclusively buying Macs is beyond me. Besides that, they were (and continue to be for me at least) counter intuitive to use and my computer lab classes often ended in confusion and frustration along with some healthy mac hate. And now that I'm in university where pretty much every student owns a laptop, my hatred has grown to encompass the holier-than-thou mac owners ... stfu girl with hot pink mac. I'll readily admit that I am no lover of PCs either, thou. I regularly curse out my Toshiba laptop - It deserves it. But something about the pretentiousness surround Macs and their user irks me.
Less Personal Related Note: while I was looking for a cute picture to put with my post (in the hopes of having the same effect as Bedazzling does to tired old denim) I stumbled upon this random superniched (yeah, I created a word - what) website for lawyers who use macs ... yeah ...pretentiousssssss. Anyway a guest lawyer, moonlighting (very poorly I might add) as a blogger took a sip of haterade then posted about some Microsoft commercials. Alls I can say is he's not doing much for my confidence in his lawyering skills if this is his argument style .... Also probably good he's not in advertising ... I'm pretty sure Mac wouldn't be down with emphasizing the cost margin between your average PC and their fancypants Macbook.
I can't believe in all my internet frivoling over the past month or so that I forgot one of my favourite Sunday sites, Post Secret. I know it's not Sunday, and I know this isn't even one of the most recent secrets but I <3 it in a majah* (like Posh would say) way.
These shananigans happened last week but I neglected to report so now let me warn you: DO NOT buy cheap American Eagle sunglasses! Just take a look at what happened to mine after 2 years. So admittedly they owe me nothing since they were only about $16, but STILL! Thank heaven's for the real thing.
I can't believe in all my internet frivoling over the past month or so that I forgot one of my favourite Sunday sites, Post Secret. I know it's not Sunday, and I know this isn't even one of the most recent secrets but I <3 it in a majah* (like Posh would say) way.
