pix can fly

I studied the lymphatic system yesterday morning before the sun shifted mountain shadows away from our bedroom window. I had curlers in my hair and a cat purring in my lap.

For the first time in my life I realized the what-why-how of a spleen. Then made some coffee and looked for my clean scrubs and that Topshop hoodie I keep forgetting to return to Claire (I've been taking really good care of it though. Washing it in cold water and laying flat to dry).

I finished reading Wil Wheaton's book Just A Geek a couple weeks ago and feel like punishing myself with something obscure and Victorian. Will probably just stick to extra long human interest stories in the paper.

We looked at blood smears in lab yesterday and on my search for a eosinophil I found a great clump of red blood cells that looked like inner tubes floating along a river. I imagined those lazy inner tubes floating along my own circulatory system. Relatedly, I got bummed out when we learned erythrocytes (Red Blood cells) can't undergo mitosis like they're couples who really want babies but who are infertile. The bone marrow is like the adoption agency though dot dot dot I can't write that on my midterm.

There's constantly this battle going on in my head whether I want to be healthy thin with small boobs or healthy chubby with bigger boobs which is what I am now. But I guess I don't have "big boobs" according to this girl with two foot long cleavage from the other night at yoda's house. We were in the privacy of the sidewalk shrubbery when I asked her to size me up. It's good to get 2nd opinions on that matter every other year.

I'm really happy abortion issues are stirring up in the real news, state government meetings and internet sites lately. Hopefully it'll lead to baby planning issues which will end up with religious debates and we'll all become atheists. The end.

After Marc's and my second to last fight and we weren't steaming at each other anymore, Marc brought the Tri-ominoes set into bed and we played a round together while I drank a raspberry lemonade mocktail. I just wanted to remember that for next time. (Reading back that first sentence, I wonder if I need to take a high school level english class.)

I found and read this Sid Vicious handwritten letter to Nancy and got all butthurt that Marc hasn't written me something this sweet/kinda gross but then he showed me a sweet/kinda gross postcard he never mailed me but wrote one night we were fighting but decided to go party with our friends anyway.

I thought this was Amy Winehouse, but it's Lady Gaga.

Ze end!

i human heart you

child capybara enjoys hot spa shower

I just want to think about this every time I close my eyes.

cannonball

another week in oregon

Marc saw Marty from the Shins at Gecko's last Sunday before we left for Oregon. I almost asked him to point him out for me but figured Marc declaring at volume 11 "hey look there's Marty from the Shins behind you, Guinn" was embarrassing enough...

Last year before I "had my life together" (still have my dirty party kid habits tho, sigh), we promised Marc's niece we'd be living in Portland by her 8th birthday. Time passes, money gets spent on music festivals and wine bottles, and we're still in Albuquerque. The best we could do is travel out to Salem for her birthday. Luckily, the plane tickets weren't too bad.

The night before we left to Oregon, Albuquerque temperature dropped 30ish degrees. I've never seen frost grow on the inside of a window before. One time I thought I saw blood drip out of our walls, but when I explained it to Marc I realized it must have been a dream that I remembered as a real memory.

THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH OREGON or anything really: before I forget, I wanted to say I chopped off all of my hair again. It's an a-line bob. It's cute, I guess. I was telling the stylist that I needed something to make my face look less fat (the Native American cheekbones combined with beer and cheese face bloat gives off a chubby cheek situation. Not to mention Mike from my program told me 'i remember your name is Guinn because of your round face' which doesn't even make sense but it gave me a complex anyhow.) and she screamed 'YOUR FACE IS NOT FAT, YOU JUST HAVE WIDE CHEEKBONES.' Thank you?

I read skymall and tried to fold a 5 dollar bill into a whale for the first hour then gave up and got a bloody mary and drew for the rest of the ride.

Really, really miss my kitties when I travel :(

I watched Portlandia before we left and listened to Stephen Malkmus, Sleater-Kinney, Modest Mouse (not a whole lot though since Isaac Brock's voice reminds me of a meathead wearing puka shells around his roid-y neck), Elliott Smith and other Pacific Northwestern bands which would have been a great idea if we were staying in Portland, not Salem. I don't have anything bad to say about Salem (except that one time we ate breakfast in a crowd of meth head cheerleaders (more funny than sad, I guess)) 'specially since I don't live there. Salem is the ok-ish single released for idiot consumers on an otherwise good album of complex guitar rock that is Portland.

I always forget to take (good) pictures when I'm here.

Apparently, New Mexico was having a natural gas crisis while we were away. Insert long, boring argument about our stupid governor here. Bla bla, I'm going to have fun washing my greaseball head in a pot of boiling water tonight.

hello, marc! This is at Hoodoo.

Let's see what else? Besides Marc acting like a royal prick to me at the Alice in Wonderland ballet and making me cry in front of his family on the last night, we also went swimming with the girls and made homemade tomato sauce. Quite boring. Next trip: Austin for SXSW.

snow day best fucking day ever

Here's a picture of the snow today in downtown Albuquerque:

I want to drive to Marc's work at Uptown and get a gross lunch at the mall with him but he said the roads are way too icy to drive on. I really, really wanted to get something to eat up there because I drank way too much coffee this morning and the caffeine is making my ears pop (somehow?)

See that layer of ice on the road? I don't trust those dumb creeps from crashing into my car so I might stay home today. School was canceled anyway. I set my alarm for 5:30 this morning so I could get up and finish my homework but I just kept hitting the snooze button every ten minutes until 8 o'clock when I found out SNOW DAY HAPPENED and pretty much squirmed around in bed in pure happiness. Then Marc got out of bed and brushed his teeth and I felt like apologizing for not wanting kids (yet? I hate thinking of myself as a parent and am still undecided about parenthood and also none of my friends have kids and fuck if I'm the first one) but just pushed that apology out of my head.

For some reason I have this photo on my desktop: