Is it Hot in Here or is it Just Me?

It's hot.

Wow. I'm pretty disappointed in myself for all the lack of blog writing, but I'm not going to feel guilty--it's summer anyway. But of course I do feel a little guilty only because I write it on a planner and then I can't cross it off, which drives me nuts. I also write down "learn spanish" and "workout" and those two things rarely happen either. Ha. I've even been getting up earlier to get everything done and yet I never quite do it. Perhaps I'm adding too many things to my list.

It's been really hot in my apartment, so hot that it makes me feel nauseous and gives me a headache. Most people would leave for cooler places, but it's so hot the thought of walking out in it makes me unable to move. I just lay here and groan. It's quite the site.

It's so hot that I can't even think about eating; hours upon hours go by then I realize I'm starving--yet I still don't want to eat anything because of all the effort I'd have to put into it.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like I just sit here doing absolutely nothing, I've just have limited my activities to the bare necessities (or the bear necessities if you're into the Jungle Book). I just wish some hot muscular men would come over and fan me while I'm working--or better yet, install and air conditioner and pay my electric bill. Such are dreams.

Update on my: Girl With a Lot of Reading to Do issue.

That Girl With the Dragon Tattoo book must have crack in it. When I'm reading it I can't put it down. When I finally manage to stop to like go to the bathroom or eat something or check my email all I can do it think about finishing it.

Ryan told me it was impossible.

It's not even close to the end of the third day and I'm already at page 447 of the first book. What! Yeah. Right. Uhhuh. I'm doing it. Faster than scheduled. Move maybe tomorrow already. Excited!

P.S. Can I just take a moment to ask--who the F would get a dragon tattoo? No offense if you're my friend and have a dragon tattoo that I am unaware of, but umm, it's a dragon. It's just as bad if not worse than like a Looney Tunes character or something.

Music Monday: I don't Understand (H) Job.

Why not a little humor for our Music Monday?

Enjoy.

The Girl Who Read The Girl... Series.

I've decided to tackle a mini-goal this summer.

Three Books:

And their Three Movies:

In Three Weeks.

Since millions of people have read these books, including my grandmother and mother who are just happening to let me borrow them, I thought, might as well. I didn't get into the Twilight rage so maybe I can make up for it it with this series. Plus it's summer and it's hard to read anything theoretical when it's so sunny out.

If you want to join me in this crusade feel free. I'm starting today.

Boulder, Take it Off (And Leave of Off?)

When I look out my window and see all the hot sweaty people run by--I agree with GQ-- Boulder people would look better naked.

Boulder barely made the list as part of the worst dress cities--I'm guessing because Boulder isn't much of a city--no offense, but coming from Chicago where it took me an hour to get from the south to the north side and here where it takes me ten minutes; I'd say not quite a city. Plus the fact that I recognize someone every single time I go out anywhere, the store, the coffee shop, the sidewalk, not to the mention the bartenders know my name (which may say something more about me) And I've only been here a year.

But yeah, I agree with GQ. This city has not fashion sense. It's fashion practicality--cargo pants, spandex, those sun hats with the middle part missing (what's up with those old ladies?) or hipsters trying to be too ironic in their 1993 Blossom attire.

Those people may look better naked.

However, the other day I was staring out the window because I kept hearing this black guy screaming down the sidewalk--turns out it wasn't a black guy--it was a juggalo, and not just one juggalo but four juggalos. Three men and one woman. All with limp mohawks, the rest of their heads shaved to the skin, and baggie, very baggie clothes. Juggalos are white people who worship the band Insane Clown Posse; they have created their own style, their own language, and their own rules. They're basically like a white-trash gang. They need each other so collectively there is at least one barely working brain.

I have to admit juggalos may be the scariest creatures on the planet. And the fact that the exist in Boulder somehow just reinforces the GQ Top 40 list.

Not to mention the hippies, the yuppies, and the old men who wear socks up to their ankles.

And finally, if that wasn't enough-- right in the heart of downtown Boulder their is a Crocs store. That's right. The company who put millions of Americans in rubber clogs.

(You'd think that would be enough to make us #1)

5 Things I Learned on Vacation.

(me getting closer to the top of the sand dunes)

I've been on vacation and though I've been back for several days I've found it hard to jump back on the blog wagon. Here are 5 things I learned during my trip to southern Colorado.

1) Ruby Red Squirt still exists, yay!

2) The Sand Dunes National Park is bigger than it appears and really hard to climb up after several days prior of hiking.

3) People will go anywhere and do almost anything for a glimpse at something beautiful; for example they're willing to walk a half a mile up a mountain, than through a freezing cold run off full of slippery rocks just to look at a waterfall--and many are willing to climb up the waterfall just to take a picture with it. (Prior experience of falling down a waterfall prevented me from doing that step.)

4) Hiking all the time made me realize how little I actually do here in Boulder, so now I plan to go more--like twice a week--I'm going to get super buff and like fit in here and shit.

5) Vacations really throw everything off, it makes me want a vacation after my vacation.

Babysitter's Club Update #2: Claudia.

Claudia Kishi, Vice President of the Babysitter's Club

Background: Artsy, poor at school-work, loves fashion.

Update:

After barely graduating from high school Claudia hitch-hiked down to burning man with a group of stoner friends. There she tripped acid for 4 days straight which led her to understand her true calling; basket weaving. She ended up investing most of her savings in this new found undertaking plus a van to work out of. After 3 months of weaving and an entire van full of baskets Claudia gave up on that future. Now she draws caricatures of people on the beach in tiny tourist town in South Carolina. She lives in her van with her hippie boyfriend Stardust.

Music Monday: Not Every Girl is an American Girl

Well. It's the United State's Birthday today. And maybe I'm an American Girl, maybe Hilary Clinton is an American Girl, but guess who is not--Michele Bachmann.

Tom Petty recently sent her a cease and desist letter after she used his song during her campaign announcement.

All I can say, is thank you Tom Petty.

Fun Fri(Food)Day: Who Says Vegan Food Has to Be Healthy?

There's fruit in this....

Ryan and I went for a walk and discovered a cherry tree in full bloom. We decided to not allow the tart fruit to go to waste--well a handful of the fruit. We picked the cherries and then I made this delicious vegan pie from the website College Candy.

The crust could use some work, but over time I'll figure out how to do it right.

Even though it's not the prettiest pie it tastes darn pretty to me.