When did we start romanticizing hobos?

This past weekend was Camping Adventuretime! AHH! My friends and I trudged up to the perilous Franconia Notch, NH where we scaled mountains, caught fish bare-handed, and wrestled bears BEAR-handed. Okay, so maybe the "Adventuretime" is a bit of an overstatement, but it was a lot of fun. Quite legitimate too. Sleeping in tents, outhouses (creepy) , building campfires, boiling water; the whole she-bang. Despite the cold temperatures and frequent rain, we had a lovely time and got to enjoy some beautiful nature. Here, look at the beautiful nature:

While driving around New Hampshire I spotted a sign for Hobo Mini-Golf. Now, as a general life rule, I do not pass up hilariously themed activities. We had also been admiring a brochure for Hobo Junction just the previous day. [My favorite part of the brochure: "Enjoy a souvenir Hobo Bindle Stick (bundle on a stick)"]

I'm really kicking myself that I left my camera in the car. Hobo Junction did not disappoint. First, let me say it was a quality mini-golf course. Very clean and workers were friendly. It's just the hobo theme that cracked me up. There was a a big distiller for "furrmentin'" and an enormous wooden lawn chair that really had no explanation (except for some signs implicating I needed to sit down after all that moonshine). The real treat was the mannequins though. I loved them. They were clearly a hodge-podge of different mannequins including one very sad lady-mannequin with a stubble beard painted on her face. My personal favorite was the one who was floating in the water wear a baseball cap next to a wrecked boat. He was more drowning victim than hobo. In conclusion, if you ever find yourself in Lincoln, NH I highly recommend Hobo Junctions and I demand you send me photos galore.

V Day 2010: Party of One

I am currently sitting alone in a very nice hotel room next to the Cincinnati airport. I'm supposed to fly back to school tomorrow, but the weather report is saying another snow storm will be hitting tonight. After briefly considering the options, my parents and I decided it would be best for me to just stay in a hotel by the airport tonight, so we won't have to worry about the roads tomorrow. Initially, I was a little sad. The idea of being alone in a hotel room on Valentine's Day seems slightly more tragic than just being alone in my bedroom at home. However, my mood has significantly changed. I have a king-sized bed, a plasma screen TV, a couch, a big comfy bathrobe, and a big bathroom (no tub though). I also have 2 ELLE magazines, nail polish, my iPod, my iPhone, and my computer. The possibilities here are endless.First up: jumping on the bed while blasting Wild World* and wearing a bathrobe. Success!

I wish I had a tub, but now I just really want to clog the shower drain and fill it up like a giant tank. And then swim around in it like Daryl Hannah. I have a feeling this endeavor would be considerably less successful than the bed-jumping, but who knows, I've got a long night.

I'm also considering making a fort.

*click to listen. This version is from the BBC TV series Skins.

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Troubling

Today in my purse I had an orange, a banana, a tuna fish salad sandwich in Tupperware, two pastries in a plastic baggie, and a Special K chocolate bar. When did I turn into a grandmother? All I'm missing is some unwrapped butterscotch candies floating around in there. I should probably invest in a lunchbox before this really gets out of hand.

You're Just the Bees Knees!

Today I realized that my vernacular is positively absurd. I'm like a sponge, just absorbing everything that I come across. I'm currently obsessed with Skins, a teen television drama from the UK, so these weird British terms keep slipping in. In the dining hall a few days ago I actually said, "Oggie Oggie Oggie! Oi! Oi! Oi!!" When did I become a British footballer? Yeah, never. I have no business chanting such things. Especially not in a dining hall.I also never retire my weird slangs. Remember in 2003 when people (mostly from California, I believe) said "Holla" ? Well I still do. As in, "I just found a quarter on the floor! HOLLA!" (For the record, no one has ever "hollered back") I also still say "neato", "Sweet!", and "Whoa!" a la Uncle Jesse. Do cool kids still say "cool"? I don't think so. I certainly know they don't say "cool beans" or "cool kids" for that matter.

I think I could be forgiven if I used these terms ironically, but I don't. And most of my outdated slang is still too recent to be ironic anyway. This year, I think I'll try to adopt some cockney slang, just to thoroughly frustrate my poor buddies.

It's a Fine Day for... Wallpaper!

Vivienne Westwood wallpaper

Vivienne Westwood wallpaper at Cole and Son!  So wonderful… I’m going into a very strange decorating coma just staring at it.  Goodness, am I drooling?  Yes, yes I am.

AND there’s a new desktop wallpaper at design*sponge!  While I can’t afford the Westwood wallpaper (and the whole living in a dorm issue…), at least my desktop is properly spruced!

New Desktop