at the awwwwwwwwww - fisssssssss.

I decided to dress for warmth today, and am thus wearing sweater that I may have bought as a freshman in high school. It has various shades of red and pink in stripes. "Striped sweaters" would be a good way to describe most of my winter fashion choices during high school. But it is very warm, which is an advantageous thing.

I'm looking forward to tonight, which boasts an excellent Thai Garden dinner with J-Frey, and then later some racquetball at the Valley with Batman. I've been feeling the need to exercise lately, especially after coming home last night to more cookies and candies offered by the neighbors. The holidays are going to make me diabetic. There was this excellent candied apple that had caramel, chocolate, cashews, walnuts, and a drizzle of white chocolate coating it. Way too much...

Last night I went shopping with the Hallster, for lack of better things to do. (Well, we could have watched Eddie Izzard, but I really needed to do my Christmas shopping.) I bought Christmas presents for the brothers. Still need to find stuff for the father and lil sis.

Thought briefly about using punctuation for "lil sis". Decided against it.

Yay for no work on FRIDAY! I mean, no working at the office. Working in Seattle. Outside. Selling parking passes. But not for very long. And then it's time for CHRISTMAS!!!

sooooo many cookies that patients bring in. Guys, this clinic promotes HEALTH. Not obesity, which is currently being promoted in me.... bleh.

had fun last night at Jihad's house, where we watched about 5 episodes of Alias, which I don't really understand but I was catching on. Jennifer Garner has a man-jaw, but jeez, is she thin. The show's pretty good, with a lot of cat-fights and other fun plot twists. Persistent comments on the part of Ella and I prompted Patrick to flip on the subtitles. He was quite into it. We also watched Family Guy, which is an overdone thing, but still funny. It was good comfortable fun, normal for the Sheik house, with college kids practically piled on top of each other on the couches and the parents bringing snacks of popcorn and peeled apples for us to enjoy. Current relationship status of Ella and Jihad caused an understandable tension, but it was slight and not too annoying, and certainly didn't ruin the evening like it has done sometimes in the past. It was also good to see people I hadn't seen in years, like Tesla and Patrick and Sema, even though they're not especially close to me.

In other news, Jeff tore a ligament in his foot last night playing basketball in L.A. I don't know why I'm writing this here, because Jeff's pretty much the only readership I have left, and he probably has already heard the news. :\ So Jeff, keep icing and elevating, and get better. And get an MRI.

So much shopping left to do. So little time...

lack of correspondence from my German exchange family makes Kyla a sad panda. perhaps I should send a Christmas card. Won't make it in time, though.

working again at Dad's office for some much-appreciated cash. I'm pretty sure he's not paying me to blog... at the moment, though, there's not a whole lot else to do. Even though it's only quarter after 3, we've seen all of today's patients and the mail still hasn't come. I seriously am out of work. Maybe I'll take off early and get a workout in before I go about my evening activities. (laundry, but maybe also a movie at a friend's house.)

then it's back again to the office for the rest of the week until Friday, when on Christmas Eve I get to spend three hours selling parking passes in Seattle. I don't really care about that, either... I'll just go to Redmond afterwards for a wonderful Christmas Eve with my dad's family.

Warm 106.9 has been playing Christmas favorites all day here in the office. Right now they're playing a version of "Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland" titled "Sippin' in Seattle's Latte Land". Barf. What junk. If you're going to make a parody, don't make it sound like a MIDI file with bad lyrics. It reminds me of the song Kip sings to Lafawnduh at their wedding.

Here's a better set of lyrics from a parody we sang in Unleashed last year:

"Oh we're going to Seattle for Christmas,
And the freeway is one long isthmus,
But we can swim down the carpool lane,
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain."

That's more like it.

life.

it happens.

how can it be so delightful, lebendig, so joyful and filled with emotion? and at the same time be cold, weary, unsure, and stagnant?

I guess that explains the love-hate relationship.

I'm in a crying mood, and I also want to laugh until my sutures over my wisdom teeth sockets burst. (well, maybe almost to that point.) I feel like doing things I never feel like doing... cleaning the kitchen, doing my laundry. I want a hug.

I was going to edit this post for purposes of coherence. I don't think that'll be necessary. why should I edit myself?

I care, but mostly I don't. Not anymore.

my hair feels soft and pretty today. Ella says there is this magnificent shampoo that would bring out the red tones in my hair, but would come out with the next wash. She was going to give it to me before I left her house, but we forgot.

where can I get good bubble tea in Olympia? and on that note, what is there to DO in Olympia?

I want to drive. Just get in the car and drive. See how far I can get before I force something to happen - I run out of gas, or I crash, or I get to Vegas, or Canada, or Portland.

maybe it's more than that. I want to be away. but I want to be home. striving for something new - now there's a concept.

you know this is for you, right?

this has GOT to be an effect of the vicodin. there really is no other possible explanation. that, or I'm growing. I don't think I like it. there are better things.

I want to write more. but there is nothing coherent = nothing useful, nothing worth saying. Right? so should I read instead?

a Very boring individual, I am. cookie cutter. a Happy person isn't always the most interesting person, in fact that's seldom the case. MAybe if I read more/ write more/ do more/ explore more/ adventure more/ live more/ listen more/

it would make me a more interesting girl

turns out that getting my wisdom teeth out is just like every other medical procedure: I dread it, and I think that I'll freak out during it, but then it turns out it's not that bad, and neither is the recovery.

:) so I'm doing good, and I'm glad that I'm at home. Ususally I try to stay up in Seattle as long as I can, two or three days after finals, just to hang out, and maybe see a movie or two. But I couldn't get home fast enough this time - mostly because Brother the first finally got home last Friday. We hadn't seen each other for 6 months, and I didn't want to wait a day longer. I was done with finals on Monday, but I DID still have a project to finish, so I did that at TESC library most of Monday and Tuesday and brought it back up to Seattle on an errand run. Got to bring Jeff to the airport so he could catch his flight back to LA. It was fun seeing him off... that makes two goodbyes in one day, as I had to say goodbye to a friend who is moving back to Missouri on the 21st. It was sad, but that's how life goes, I guess.

The only downfall of having my wisdom teeth out this morning was that there were three opportunities for having fun tonight in Seattle, if I had gone. An OC party, a final farewell party for the Missouri guy, and some hanging out with older friends from Yale and 'SC. But I'm really reveling in the post-op crashing and the Vicadin, so it's all good.

Speaking of the OC, I think I'll watch that tonight. That, and Love Actually, which I downloaded onto my laptop before I left the glory of DC++. Between that and re-loading stuff onto my iPod, I think I'll be set for my figurative house arrest.

I'm officially out of money on my meal card. woot.

Finals suck. but there are worse things.

My new favorite song is "The District Sleeps Alone Tonight" by The Postal Service. Fantastic. "Ocean Breathes Salty" by Modest Mouse is a close second.

the girl who lives next door to me lives in a single. She's loud and sounds, I swear to Pete, JUST LIKE Elishka Jackson. I do a double take every other time I hear her voice...

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

I couldn't decide, so I guess I'm both:


You are SALUTE YOUR SHORTS. You are a wangsta who
knows business. You have fun in the sun and
know how to have a good laugh.





You are CLARISSA EXPLAINS IT ALL. She is a rad
chick with absolutely no fashion sense. If you
are a guy and chose this... you are gay.


Which old school Nickelodeon show are you?

mhall07cmc: did i tell you the gremlin story the other night?
KillahKyla: what? gremlin?
mhall07cmc: yeah
KillahKyla: no
mhall07cmc: a friend of mine was talking to a friend who has another friend at UT Austin
mhall07cmc: anyway, this person was doing acid for the first time
mhall07cmc: and so she and her friends decided to all go driving around at 4 am wasted out of their minds
mhall07cmc: so they were driving along and saw a gremlin running down the street
KillahKyla: oh man
mhall07cmc: so they chased it with their car for a while
KillahKyla: course
mhall07cmc: and then decided that it would be a good idea to capture it to take home and play with in the morning
mhall07cmc: so they threw some jackets on it
mhall07cmc: and put it in the back seat
mhall07cmc: and took it home
mhall07cmc: all the while it was going crazy,
mhall07cmc: as only gremlins can
KillahKyla: oh man, what was it???
mhall07cmc: so they locked it in their bathroom
mhall07cmc: and it was going nuts all night
mhall07cmc: and when they woke up in the morning they found a 4 year old girl in their bathroom
mhall07cmc: and now they are being prosecuted for kidnapping
KillahKyla: OH MY GOODNESS
KillahKyla: ARE YOU SERIOUS
mhall07cmc: yeah, i am
mhall07cmc: but it still doesn't answer the question of why a little girl would be running around a street that early in the morning

Regarding my post from the 20th: I've found my solutions.

I just steal the digital pictures taken by others. ;)

Here's some more links to yesterday's madness, including a great cover photo in today's Daily. Andy's in the forground, and my friend Ashley is behind him on the right. Boing Boing covered two different accounts of it (account 1; account 2). Many people blogged, live journaled, and photogalleried the event (here and here and here and here). I was at the table most of the time, helping people make their own aluminum brain wave protection hats and folding the never-ending stream of new flyers that ended up being quite a hit. Looking at some of these pictures, you might think that I wasn't even there. But I was... oh, how I was.

If I get bored again, I'll post my own series of pictures.

today was the day we staged a mock-demonstration for LaRouche. It was fantastic. Donning aluminum foil hats to deflect government mind control and armed with brochures proving nothing but the fictitiousness that was our rally, we set up camp right next to the REAL LaRouchies. Chanting "RaLouche in 2007", we began to support our cause of ridiculing the LaRouche supporters in earnest. What great madness ensued.... People we didn't know were coming to our table, making tin foil hats, and sometimes even joining in the fray. The LaRouchies were confused at first, then started to try and argue against us, then decided it was hopeless and made tin foil hats for themselves as well. Our sloganed cardboard signs included such gems as "Dick Cheney Eats Kittens; Stop the Insanity!", "Global Warming is Literally Melting the Economy", "Children of Santa IV", "Does The Government Limit Your Right To Hold Cat Orgies for the Purpose of Gambling?" "Wyoming DOES NOT EXIST! Stop the Lies!", "Bush is Responsible for the Decline of Gary Coleman's Career" "The Government is Trying to Control Your Mind: Stop Using Toasters!".... you get the drift.

All in all, it was a success, and I missed my math class for it. Time well spent, I assure you.

Here's my article "Dick Cheney and You" from the pamplet titled "STOP THE INSANITY: A Warding Off the Government And Other Instruments of Pure Evil Using Only Simple, Easy-To-Use Household Products":

"The claim that Dick Cheney is an immoral shape-shifting reptile is completely logical and has multitudes of evidence to prove its validity. One not need do his or her own research on this matter, because that runs the risk of said person discovering that this supposed evidence does not, in all truth, actually exist. Indeed, all one has to do is compare the photos on this page. There is a clear resemblance between the slimy, creepy, fork-tongued creature and the snake. Can you see it? [note: at this point in the article, there were pictures, but I didn't want to put them on the blog for fear they were copyrighted. if you care, you can see them here and here.]

This undeniable evidence clearly proofs that LaRouche’s points about Dick Cheney are valid in every way possible. So do the right thing: use your vote in 2008 to put LaRouche in the Oval Office. Or hell - vote for him next year. LaRouche in 2005!"

sometimes I think to myself that I need to take more pictures.

Then I realize, no, it's not pictures of life that I want. I want a life that is so vibrant and overflowing that there is no time to take pictures, or even look back at them later.

problem is: how do I get there?