what's subjugation?

I intend to sing all of my Christmas carols this year in the same vein as Brooke Shields and Christopher Atkins in Blue Lagoon.

Minus the nudity.

one more thing..

Evidently, according to TCJD, the smell of mint improves concentration.

Finally, my Trident spearmint gum chewing addiction makes complete sense!

Thank you, minty minters.

just desserts, alright.

Top Chef: Just Dessert's Yigit Pura -- Liverpool Football Club's Fernando Torres...

Bros? Srsly.

not. funny.

Am I required to like Halloween, especially be excited about it? I realised today just how much I really do not care much for Halloween. In fact, I could go so far as to say I dislike it strongly. It interrupts my joyous autumn times! I don't attend Halloween parties [except that one sophomore year where I met my sophomore year boyfriend], I haven't worn a costume for it since approximately seventh grade [which was recycled from the year before (except one year in high school where I wore my usher uniform and dressed as an usher)], and I hate Butterfingers. Also, I went to get a bevvy in Walgreens and twice had to pass one of those obscene decorations with motion sensor recordings.

Most of all, I hate the films that come out around Halloween. I don't want to see Saw! I don't even want to see the trailer for Saw!

...It makes me cry.

madewell & new beige, among others.

Some of the most interesting things began in some of the least exciting cities. What's with that?

Getting back in order! This means: Other blog shall be starting up again. nntsp Revamped! Get excited.

why are we eating breakfast with mr schneider?

When I was a small child, The Monkees was one of my favourite TV programmes, and I wanted to make a show just like it, so I directed my friends in the most in-depth and long-lasting game of pretend any child has ever created.

At twenty-two, The Monkees is one of my favourite TV programmes, and I wish I could make a show just like it, so I write ridiculous scripts that never leave my computer, and occasionally direct my friends in improvised shows that are basically glorified, videotaped games of pretend.

People don't really change, it's true, and I still want to live in their pad as well.

living is an art.

I keep thinking up these plans for trips I'll probably never be able to take because I'm constantly skint. Within the past couple years, though, there are a few locations I've consistently groaned about really really wanting to go to. San Fran, Lynchburg and Nashville [JD and vintage shopping], Seattle, Oregon [in general], and Canada [yup].

At the mo, I just have this urge to go pack my most autumny outfits, get in the car with a bag of almonds and a cuppa, put on some David Bowie, and just drive all night. Southwest. And wherever I'd end up by noon, I'd find the first burrito place, and then I'd eat a burrito and figure out where the road had taken me.

I think that pretty much sums it all up.

all i want for christmas.

One thing I learned in four years of higher education theatre training is that silence often says more than words.

I believe [and I may be wrong, but] that the fact I haven't written in here in ages speaks volumes. Womp Womp. Womp.

Just waitin' for the comeback kid. Want something bloggy?

Well, this weekend was the first one that wasn't complete rubbish in quite a while. I saw 'Gidget' on the tele. Ever seen 'Gidget'? The 1959 film, not the series. I can't stand Sally Field. The Flying nun terrified me as a child. Sandra Dee, though, is great.

Anyway, it's a good one. Classic. I finally get Moon Doggy references. I want all her bathing suits.

Aww, gee.