quotidian is a fun word.

speaking of fun words, today i heard somebody use the word succubus.

i learned today that when you listen to music, the neurons in your brain fire at the same frequency as the music - unlike any other stimulus your brain receives. very cool.

This is your brain on music - good book.


boston is starting to feel a little more like home.

i like boston. the ice cream trucks play joplin.

library creatures are very comforting. if you don't know what i'm talking about, which you probably don't, since i just came up with the term "library creature", library creatures are generally amiable, very helpful, and are always emerging from behind bookshelves. they have a mean age of 92, and are always dusty.
not to be confused with library monsters.
anyway, i spent the day at the boston public library. it's such a magical place! no, really - it's one of those places where you'd expect to see gnomes emerging from secret passageways, statues coming to life, and library creatures, the Guardians...of...books.
sort of harry potter-ish, with a lord of the rings feel.

i'm insane.
i haven't posted in over a year, and this is what i write about? library creatures?
i suppose i have only two other things to say about life this past year:

1. i fail.
2. adam.

i suppose i did a lot of traveling as well - china twice, mexico, san francisco three times, seattle, london, edinburgh, and now i'm in boston for school.

no grand conclusions, though. no epiphanies; just a few random, unarticulatable, half-formed thoughts...


augustana's Boston lyrics come to mind:

" She said I think I'll go to Boston...
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name
I think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice... oh yeah,

Boston... where no one knows my name.
Yeah Boston...
Where no one knows my name"


it's nice. i like new beginnings.

hrm. i've apparently lost all desire to communicate about myself. my last un-finished and hence un-published post is from february:

eek. i don't know anything about anything anymore. i can't even form a coherent post. the only communicating i've done as of late regarding me has been my Facebook status' - all that is required of me is to fill in the blank:

"Wynee is ____".

now, without that, I'm lost. where do I begin?
wynee is? wynee wishes? wynee wants? wynee thinks? wynee is not.

let's
remember how it was
and go our separate ways

i don't feel anything
unless we are living and dying for eachother
every moment of our lives

oh yeah, i have a blog.

i've eaten approximately (they lie, just like levis) 18 feet of froot by the foot today. that's a little too many feet of fun for my tummy.

ah, school.
i've got my crayons sharpened and a new lunch box; i've got blank 70 page notebooks and a new mp3 player. the bums are back at their old posts, the College Republicans are handing out fliers.

um yeah. that was written two weeks ago, when classes began. have no idea of what i wanted to say. it was probably something along the lines of: "classes have started. i don't really go. i want to play in the sun. i want to go to africa. i'm not going to get into med school."

"the username 'wyneelou' has been taken". this is quite disturbing. all these years, i've lived in the coziness of possessing a unique name. well, at least uniquely spelled. maybe this person's name is wyn eelou. or maybe they just like that combination of letters. either way, they've encroached. bastard.

i scraped my knee today trying to do a stunt on a bike that is most definitely not made to do stunts. yes, i'm an idiot, but that's beside the point. the point is, Levis makes awful jeans. they lie scandalously in their commercials. one little fall, and i have holes. i've had these jeans for less than six months and they've gone to shit. where are the jeans i wore as a kid? now those were jeans - they survived the playground, explosions (don't ask), a 20 foot fall, tree climbing, and all sorts of other hijinks.

it's ok, though. now i have artfully ripped jeans. and blood stains that match my paint stains.

AAAHHH AHHH AHHHH AHHHHH!!!!!

DONE. bitch.

just had to get that off my chest.

i am no longer riding a bike. it has become a musical instrument of sorts. with all the squeaking, clanging, ticking, and whirring, it's essentially become my very own STOMP production. wheee!

too much hgtv is bad for me. the other day i built a bench. and a counter of sorts, sort of....a carpenter i am not.

quote of the day:
coworker (fellow kimono wearer at sushi restaraunt) sounding totally scandalized, with thick jap accent: wynee! you too sexy too sexy!!!

wynee sounding smug: i know, i know.

coworker: no no no! (as she frantically tries to fix my scandalously low - excuse me, plunging neckline. and by plunging i mean it wasn't at my neck)

:)

who the hell gets a speeding ticket for going 10 mph over the limit?

besides me, that is? aggghh. this is my third one in the past year. the other two i fully deserved, but this is just bullshit.

this little piggy just can't seem to stay out of trouble.


i've been working for my father doing peon-ish tasks such as receptionisting and taking patient vitals, and i've come to the conclusion that i won't ever work an office job. though free erasers and staples are exciting, i don't think i can handle the daily discourse on the weather. or the day of the week, especially on mondays and fridays. yeeesh.
oh how i will miss mass envelope licking and spinning around in the swirly chairs!