Lady Stanton and the Haunted Cookies, Pt. 2

Okay. This is it. I mean business now.
I NEED TO STOP BITING MY NAILS, MY CUTICLES, MY FINGERS...pretty soon I will HAVE NO HANDS!
Who has quit that stuff cold turkey? Boldly step forward, please...I beg of you, I need some advice. I can't stop. This is - no, I am - a catastrophe.

So, in other Lauren News, I've been turning to those in my circle of confidantes for some help with this whole Haunted Cookie situation. The response has been pretty much unanimous:
It's okay, I can eat the cookies.

For those of you who may not be up to speed, it's sort of a tricky little sitch and somewhat of a lengthy story...but basically I believe a package of Oreos in my pantry to be haunted, and I've been wanting to eat them for so long, but I've been too creeped out to do so. But I had half of one this morning...and so far, so good. No flickering lights, no eerie sounds, no Japanese girl that only I can see with long black hair covering her face crawling out of my fridge in the middle of the night...I think I'll be okay.

Oh no!!

So I've always had this weird fear of opening doors in my office building, because theyre huge and heavy and opaque with no windows or anything to see through to the other side, so I always feel like I'm going to smash someone on the other side in the face when I open one. I've gotten made fun of for this fear.

Well, flash forward to TODAY:
I open a door,
RIGHT INTO A WOMAN'S FACE!
Hopefully she's a terrible lady who deserved what she got, who I will never see again in my life.

Sidenote: I want Oreo cookies, SO badly right now.

oh, and...

my cousin has a website for her art.
I forget how I came across it,
but I'm a cybercreep so I'm not shocked that I did.

checkit.

http://www.jenjmay.com/index.php?link=drawing

Grammy post, sort of

I wasn't able to tune in.

But!...

Grammy for Engineered Album, Non-Classical: "Consolers of the Lonely," Joe Chiccarelli, Vance Powell and Jack White III, engineers (The Raconteurs) (Third Man/Warner Bros.)

Thank goodness.
And Daft Punk walked away with two, which I'm happy about.
Adele got hers, too.

Weekend was pleasant. Caught up on some movies I've been meaning to see, lost two pounds, saw my love Ali Amato, an awesome Rilo Kiley cover happened right before my eyes (ears?), and I actually got some LAUNDRY done. Woohoo!

And a sale on pomegranates made my day.

Thanks, Ellen

http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/videos/butchwalker/67271941/butch-walker-p-nk-ellen/

Watch it.

See what all the fuss is about.

rufus wainwright and choc-o-late miiilk...

Dive bars have completely ruined Journey for me.


Com-PLETE-ly.

i need food, water, air, and a macbook...

...I can only afford two of those things. And they're both always polluted. Stop tossing your cigs out of your car windows!!

In other news, I'm tempted to buy this compilation cd from Starbucks. The only cd I ever bought from Starbucks was Duffy's album, and it was a waste of money because there's only one good song on it, and it just sounds like tracks of Amy Winehouse after sucking down a tank of helium.

(Those hypothetical tracks probably actually exist somewhere.)

You blow blow blow blow blow your fuse....

I've got to empty these ideas out of my head. They're just kinda hanging around up there, taking up space, dancing around to Eurocentric synthesizer-based music.
(Maybe THAT'S where my headaches are coming from.)
That's it. No more dance parties in my brain. I'm tired, and I'm running out of Rapid Release Tylenol caplets.


I kind of get these daily weird panicky bursts throughout the day.
(I just spent a good two minutes trying to decide between "bursts" and "spurts". I think I made the wrong choice, but I'm not sure, so I'm not going to change it, because I'll probably just change my mind again.) I'm not sure what this is attributed to. It probably has something to do with the fact that I once liked to think of myself as an aspiring virtuoso, and now I work in a laser hair removal office at the front desk (nothing wrong with that, I adore my co-workers and everyone I've met through here), having not completed one single piece of art in aeons (second time I used that word today, after not using it in about four or five years), not spending enough time with the people I'd like to and spending too much time wondering why I'm having weird panicky bursts and cerebral dance party migranes.


I need to drink more water.
That's not the answer to my dilemma, it's a topic change.
I had one cup of coffee today and my caffeine tolerance seems to have gone from indestructible to non-existant. I'm super jittery from it, which is weird because I used to work at Starbucks and I'd have god knows how many shots of espresso each day. So I'm going to try to get back into the water thing. I hear it's pretty good for you.

By the way, has any one else completely forgotten that the Grammy Awards are coming up? It's becoming more and more insignificant each year, and every year I just want to throw more and more of my shoes at the television. Maybe I'll just skip it this year and read Jess Katz's boldly accurate synopsis the following day. I kind of want to tune in for some of it though, because I'm rooting for My Morning Jacket's "Evil Urges" to come out on top for Best Alternative Album (probably not happening, but it should). I won't even waste my energy crossing my fingers for the Raconteurs to win Best Rock Album, because even though they deserve SOMEthing, it's just not gonna happen, especially when their contenders are Kings of Leon and Coldplay. They didn't even announce their album release though. They just kind of put the record in stores one day. So I won't really be that mad if (when) they don't win, I don't really think they care. But maybe they do. I don't know.
I kind of hope Adele wins something. If Coldplay wins more than once, I'm turning off the tele and going to bed.