it's too hot
cool down please

Great.
Libby's Life:
10:45 a.m: I went to the gym with my friend R. Mistake #1. We rode the bikes for 3 minutes, before deciding that we needed to sign up for pilates class. We were told that pilaties required an 8 week pre-course. We then pointed out that our moms have anceint pilates tapes that require nothing but a VCR and some form of stretchy bodysuit. Then we lifted some very light weights for about five seconds. Then we did the "eight minute abs" workout...for two minutes. Now I'm sitting here eating potato chips.
11:55 a.m: Eating potato chips & drinking orange juice. The "self inflicted open wound in mouth+salt+acid incident" occurs.
12:00 p.m: There are lots of flies buzzing around lately. I really dislike flies. They gross me out. Is it true that every time a fly lands, it shits? I heard that somewhere but question the validity...
12:40 p.m: I really love guacamole. I bought some avacados and sour cream and tomatoes and cilantro and stuff so I can make some tomorrow. That just reminded me...I think I left the sour cream in my purse. I should probably move that soon. But it's already sour...hm. Whatever. I think avacados are the greatest thing.
4:00 p.m: I saw a lady with a beard today. I'm not talking a little old grandma peach fuzz. It was a full out quarter inch stubble. No joke. It went down her neck. I couldn't stop looking at it. That was probably the highlight of my day.
11:40 p.m: Fuck, the Facebook photo uploader is slow.
11:46 p.m: Like, really really slow. It was only five pictures. Christ...
I love creamsicles (that's what I'm assuming these ice-creams are) and red hair (see boy on left). This picture isn't really so special, but I do love the feeling. It looks content and almost sarcastic. I've had a million days like this, and hope to have a million more.



Shopping for groceries all by myself.
Pineapple flavored candies.
Looking up videos of "funny laughs" on YouTube when I'm feeling a little down.
Friends that are skilled enough to cut hair in school bathrooms using small, round-edged, kindergarden scissors.
Earth Hour is this WWF (not the wrestling federation, but the wildlife foundation) thingy where everybody around the world will switch off all the lights from 8:30-9:30pm on March 28th. I learned about it on my milk carton. It's pretty cool, I think. I'll be at a party (because um, I'm a party girl) and we have planned to have an hour of darkness. We're bringing guitars (ok, not me...I'm bringing lemons and limes, but whatever) and candles and are having an hour of nonelectric fun. I urge you to participate...
Led Zeppelin II by Led Zeppelin
Bare Trees by Fleetwood Mac
Z from Hearts Minds Melodies (inaccurately linked as something else on my little "people I like" thing.
Alix from Mad North-Northwest (accurately linked on my little "people I like" thing)
Jane from Plain Jayne (uh...she goes to college)
Maggie from The Remedie (watches lots of movies. very excitable)
Maya from Life On A Postcard (she's cute, that's why)
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Happy Valentines Day. Or not...
Life Wise: I like the fact that I get to use the word "promenera" on a daily basis. I like the fact that I can go to a castle just you know, whenever. I like discussing and laughing about dirty things with my friends. I like the fact that my mom called me tonight. I like sweet crunchy waffles with strawberry jam and whipping cream. I like harmonicas. I'm excited to go skiing next week.I'm a law bendin' son of a bitch, so I'm not tagging anybody. And you may notice that I started at six. That's because I got bored of thinking of people to choose. I don't really admire that many people, because I don't even know them. They might seem great, but maybe they were wife beating assholes...you never really know. So my cynical self only chose fourteen...but there are definately more, they just weren't coming to me, or didn't seem deep enough (t. ex. Hulk Hogan, for his willingness to wear bandannas and have a fantastic mustache). So, they're really in no particular order. It would have been more complete if I was allowed to add women, but apparently this was the Admirable Men game, so I'll throw an admirable women or two in my blog sometime in the near future...
6.
Naw, I'm not a super sport person. I get pissed when I find out the sick amount of money professional athletes earn. But Michael Jordan is one classy dude. Ruling the basketball world wasn't enough, so he decided to mix things up and play baseball. I will never play pro baseball or baskeball, so double awesome points there. Then he retired and started his own multimillion dollar company. He was in Space Jam. And "Look who we've got our Hanes on now!" will always be Michael Jordan doing something casual and masculine in his tighty whities. Basically MJ worked life...
Frank Zappa is cooler than you will ever be. Sorry...
Bryan Charles is honest and intense and interesting. His writing style is non conventional and there are no metaphores that a real 17 year old guy wouldn't use, and there's no glamorous sex with New Yorks socialites and there's no family death. It's a great great book. I read it in two days and made my Swedish friend read it, because it's a perfect picture of growing up in The US. I am so excited to read more by this guy.
Sir Edmund Hillary and his (lesser known, but equally fantastic) sherpa guide Tenzing Norgay. I would never climb Everest, and you know...cheers to the first guy to think of doing something super extreme and crazy like that.
Wilbur & Orville Wright are the reason that I can zip to London over a weekend.
Johnny Depp is the man.
Atticus Finch. I know he's not technically real, but he's one of my favorite book characters (behind Scout, but she's a girl, so is not allowed on this list) and I think he deserves a spot. I choose the book cover, because I think you should imagine him yourself.
Bill Bryson has really lived...I would love to travel the world and write books about it.
The Beatles. I think I might be going to London this spring, and am fully planning on going on a Beatles Tour (ok, stop laughing...).
Nelson Mandela.
Jean Michael Basquait is not an Andy Warhol. On the contrary, he might actually have been fun to hang out with.
I don't think the Cohen Brothers have made a bad film yet.