Have a Sexy Halloween

Have you noticed how many coeds choose to make a simple Halloween costume “sexy,” by eliminating most clothing necessities, slapping one ears or some kind of headpiece and tottering around on high heels? Sexy Firefighter, Sexy Dinosaur, and believe it or not, at the party I went to for English grad students–Sexy Karl Marx. This trend to vamp (small pun intended) it up on Halloween can be obnoxious for an obvious reason: girls end up looking a fool. My roommate was telling me that while she was in Charlotte, NC this weekend she saw a peacock at the bars. The peacock’s outfit? A bra with applique feathers and a thong. Seriously, that’s it. I probably could have done something similar by going completely naked and calling myself a nude crayon. Oh no. Now I’ve put that idea out there for someone to use…

I chose to forgo all sense of sex appeal and dress as a mental patient. Our grad party was literary themed (HYUGE nerd alert) so Adam and I decided to be characters from One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. Pajamas, a robe, and slippers? Yes please. Just add lobotomy scar.*

 

 

Nurse Ratched takes care of business. And is kind of scary.

 

What are the odds of having another Nurse Ratched at the party? Only one of them intended to be sexy. Can you guess which one?

The calm amidst the storm

 

My attempt at a (sexy) mental patient.

*I realized after watching the movie “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” last night for the first time that my costume is nothing like what the mental patients wear. Sorry, I’m not sorry. You try to tell me how you turn down Disney Aristocrat pajamas when you see them. Then, we can talk about my lack of authenticity.

Study Sesh

This is how I research on Friday afternoon.

Are YOU Bothered?

I just stumbled upon the Jimmy Fallon as Robert Pattinson “Bothered” skits. Apparently, I’m so out of it. I never watch late-night TV, and if I do it’s because I’m at home and Mom and Dad want to watch either “Jaywalking” or “Headlines” with Jay Leno. So I suppose it’s not all that unreasonable that I haven’t a clue about these short clips.

Anywho, below is a short clip, one in a series of many, in which Fallon climbs up in a tree, pretends to be Robert Pattinson and talk about all the things that bother him. Shouldn’t be funny, but definitely is. I especially like the line, “I can’t think of a bigger middle finger than getting that (points to drawing of candy corn) in a bag for Halloween.”

“Bothered!”

Jacks

Here are our sweet pumpkins lit from an ethereal glow within.

 

Aunt Winne and Uncle Ken are in town today. Thankfully, I actually finished the work I needed to do yesterday so today I can enjoy walking around with them. It’s going to be a beautiful day!

Attention Span—What??

I can think of a hundred million things to do besides research for my Revolutions of the 1850s Literature final paper. Here are just a few I have already accomplished today:

• scrub the bathroom
• vacuum every floor space
• mop the kitchen
• sweep the porch (starting to sound like Cinderella up in here)
• sculpt my magnificent muscles
• shower
• read other blogs
• craft up an amazing sandwich with some bomb herb-y goat cheese
• launder towels, whites, and gym clothes
• DUST!
• sit and look at the $45 parking ticket I got from the street cleaners this morning and think of ways that I can avoid paying it (even though I know I will obviously pay it in full, probably tonight)

But, I have to get on this research. For realz. I have a proposal and annotated bibliography due very soon and I must make some progress. I’m finally here, at my desk, with a cup of tea and a glass of water–my two staples for getting work done in the afternoon. And I SWEAR I am going to get stuff done. Just after I do this one thing…

I Will Carve Up Your Face!

Time for pumpkin carving!

 

Entrusting Babies

Today I make my foray back into the world of sitting on babies. That was totally taken from Jill, who used the phrase “sitting on babies” as opposed to babysitting, and I thought it was funny. Now that I’ve written it, it’s creepy.

Anyway, I am in fact babysitting today. I haven’t done this in over ten months. The last children I looked after were the wee ones in Switzerland, and boy, was I ready to leave that behind!

I am babysitting as a favor to my boss/professor/mentor (still not sure how to refer to her) and don’t mind sparing a few hours. There are two kiddos–two and a half years and barely a year. So, they’re young. But, she hinted that they will sleep for a lot of the time I’m there, so hopefully I can get some reading done.

This week I am reading The Known World by Edward P. Jones for my Southern Lit class and already I am loving it. Only 70 pages in and I can tell it will be a keeper.

Wish me luck this afternoon!

Silvia

Today is a Miike Snow day.

Playing in the Park

Sadly, on Monday, Courtdazzle had to go to her internship so we didn’t get to play all day. I worked on a few things for school (remember that? I hardly did…) and then decided to move to a new location to continue reading Uncle Tom’s Cabin. Courtney recommended a great little coffee shop, The Thinking Cup, which was a few minutes walk from her place.

Thankfully, I got to pass through Boston Common on my way there. Below are a few pictures I took while walking around. Can you tell I have a new (sexy) camera and can’t stop playing with it?

Trees in "High Definition"

Trees in "Intelligent Auto"

"High Definition, Black and White"

Havardians

Sunday is made for brunch. Big brunch. Brunch at Cafe Luna with a monster breakfast sandwich on a grilled biscuit, a lobster and avocado omelet and the best home fries that have ever been made. E-v-e-r. Oh, yes, and goblets of mimosa and bellini.

What else are girls supposed to do after a massive indulgence but trip around Harvard? We walked around the campus and Cambridge, and after we were finished being intellectuals we took our wandering feet downtown and visited many a shop. Court and I concluded our exhausting day in the North End for some out-of-bounds Italian food. We shared goat cheese and wild mushrooms spring rolls, gnocchi with sweet sausage, broccoli rabe, wild mushrooms, in a plum tomato sauce, and goat cheese ravioli with duck confit, dried cranberries, more wild mushrooms and a basil pesto sauce. I don’t have pictures of the meal, but that’s really for your safety: I wouldn’t want you to harm your computer screen.

Court and I at brunch. NOM!!

 

It's just me. Going to Harvard. Learning good.

 

I told Courtney to hug a tree.

 

Do you think if we send these out as Christmas cards people will believe we go to Harvard??