chix0rgirl's Xanga

Snow phone

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 05:55:18 GMT

I lost my phone last weekend... it turns out, someone dropped it in the snow outside my classmate's backyard in the frozen Virginia countryside. She graciously looked all over the [massive] space looking for a [white] phone after dark in the cold [she has Reynaud's].

Well, my phone is so cool, it survived being nibbled on by wild animals and staying out in sub-freezing weather for 24 hours. It is cheerfully charging away by my side right now.

I may not survive this week as well. Two days in and I've already put in 26 hours.

Baby's first snow

Sun, 06 Dec 2009 12:06:40 GMT

Some people like documenting their children's firsts - first birthday, first haircut, first nail clipping, first snow. While I presumably encountered snow at an early age (I mean, I was born in Boston in January), I don't really remember it. "Snow" in Texas ain't really that. There were some notable ice days during my college years (remember the time it froze right before finals in 2006 and we didn't get any dead days?) but I guess 2009 is The Year of Ice and Snow for me. Since it's still Day 1, I think it's fun. I'm sure the novelty will wear off once it's slushy and brown and frozen outside.

...Dude, my understanding of packable snow was so theoretical up until today. IT REALLY DOES CRUNCH AND PACK AND STICK TOGETHER WHEN YOU SQUISH IT!

So glad I wore those boots, because they kept me 100% dry. My backside was clearly not so fortunate.

Yes, that is a giant ball of snow... but not rolled by me. I just took a picture with it.

We went indoors to warm up

And did a finger-pointy dance. Someone pointed out that we kind of match, although it he's in burgundy and I'm in brown. Well, it was unintentional. Ew.

YAY! Um, we took three different pictures and Michael managed to blink in all of them. I'll have to give him some pointers...

So much for anticipated awesomeness

Sun, 06 Dec 2009 09:31:44 GMT

There is some merit to ostrich behavior. You know, the "stick your head in sand to avoid seeing predators" approach (which is specious, by the bye).

The Texas v. Nebraska game should have been an easyish win. Instead, I walked away after an epic dinner and went to sleep at halftime. I woke up around 2 a.m., and the first thing I said to Michael was "Please tell me we won!" I haven't been able to go back to sleep since he told me HOW we won. :|

At least dinner was awesome.

This is from a couple of weeks ago, when I left work to go to Texas for Thanksgiving. Now that was a good game to watch... although in retrospect, rather naively cocky of me to put up those taped signs.

There are other awesome things that happened today - like first snow (my first snowballs ever! I suck at throwing them, hahaha) and a fun, fun party with fellow interns. But those need pictures to accompany them.

Bwahahahaha so awful

Tue, 01 Dec 2009 17:46:20 GMT

There's a really funny site called FMyLife.com. (This paragraph is for those of my readers who are over 18) People basically sum up something bad that happened to them that day in a few sentences and post it to this site. It's become something of a cult hit and a few spin-offs have sprung up, such as "My Life is Average" and "Texts from Last Night," which follow a similar format.

Welp, now there is "My Life is Twilight," which basically is a summary of how one's life mirrors the Twilight series. OH MYYYYY GOOOOODNESSSSSSSS. This news is only topped by the realization that my boyfriend probably secretly contributes to it.

Today my mom asked me to make her a Christmas List. I handed her a piece of paper that said "Edward Cullen...anything else will be a disappointment." She immediately walked away. MLIT.

Sneak a peek

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 06:44:21 GMT

Congratulations to
Jeffrey and Bryn
November 28, 2009
San Antonio, Texas

Think, thank, thunk

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 06:22:07 GMT

Michael developed a cold or something when we were in San Antonio for a wedding (pics to come), so we are back in Houston instead of en route to D.C.

It has been an interesting experience... although me blogging so cryptically about it might make it seem more significant than it really has been. I'll write about this more coherently soon, but it's been a lesson in not always having things my way, I s'pose. I haven't accepted one of those things gracefully in a while.

Pwn

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 07:25:01 GMT

Me > this

Rock band

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 03:10:53 GMT

Is the cure for everything. That, plus drinking up all the Coors Lights your bffs left around the house.

EDIT: They left an awful lot of them around.

Lovesickness...

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 06:13:08 GMT

...Is, I believe, the medical term for my general state of being.

Now to discover what thing it is that I seek thus.

I don't think it is a person.

I've lost my identity

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 05:14:56 GMT

I tried very hard to attempt a theological dissertation before bedtime. That was a really terrible idea.

So instead, I will voice the single thought that led me down the rabbit trail of theological ponderings... Looking back at my photographs from this time last year leave me with a weird achy feeling. There is a very deep theme of longing and pain running through every single set. I'm not sure if that's just a personal thing that I infused into my association with the images while shooting and editing them, but there's a lot of pain there. I definitely got lazy at times and didn't shoot like a journalist, but I documented my experiences in a way that had meaning to my emotions at the time.

I guess my Flickr is literally a photo version of my blog. Now, freelancers are supposed to guard and market their personal "brand" very carefully. But oh well, so much for that. I'm abysmal at it. But being this way makes me happy, and I'd rather be happy than professional.

I lost my AIM account this past week because AOL has the dumbest policy possible regarding forgotten passwords: They ask you to enter in your screenname, then they mail you an automatically generated password to the alternate email address you provided at the time of registration. There is no indication whatsoever of what that email address might be; it's not either of the Gmail ones I currently have and I probably have lost access to the email account even if I did remember it. It makes me really sad because the screenname has been with me for longer than I have been dating. It's lasted me through four boyfriends, a slew of new online friends, a host of reconnected old friends, and several flings/crushes/random weird things. I feel its loss keenly, and no new screenname can make up for it. The once endless possibilities are now nil. Without my flagship chix0rgirl, who am I, anyway?! I might as well have burnt up a box of heirloom photographs. Heck, no, that's entirely the wrong analogy; I might as well have lost my dead husband's stored sperm sample.

The conclusion to this angsty blog post is that I am going to Commit Murder if Xanga and/or Flickr ever die. Oh, and I'm going to obsessively archive all of my digital belongings (although the Internet is ironically safer than a hard drive when it comes to storing things).