MadelineAwesome

i remember these things tasting SO good. i bought some today.

they were only okay.

pizza and i have an awkward relationship. I didn’t like pizza until like 7th grade which really put me in an odd situation at most birthday parties, class parties, group project gatherings and really it ruined my life every day. But eventually i got into it. But only if it was plain cheese pizza. and if it had too much sauce, i’d peel off the cheese, wipe off some sauce and stick the cheese back on. And as a chicagoan, i committed blasphemy everytime the cheesey, saucey carb entered my mouth–i ate thin crust exclusively. Around junior year i decided to give spinach deep dish a try and OMG I FELL IN LUFF. srsly. luff it. but i still pretty much stuck with my classic cheese thin crust. ENTER COLLEGE. I don’t know how it happened, but someone persuaded me that i had to eat the sausage and mushroom at motherbears, the most happening pizza place in all of Bloomington. Whatever, i’m new, trying to make friends, i obliged. AND OMG I WAS ALSO IN LOVE WITH IT.  so my favorite thing in the world now is Mother Bears with sausage and mushroom. I don’t know if chicago people know about this, but outside of chicago, sausage is different. its not like the chunky shit we’re used to–its like ground beef. and its GLORIOUS. omg i love it.

but anyways. the other night, as you may have read in this post, adam and i ordered a pizza, not motherbears(4th in the nation yall)  because they were closed. but yeah. that pizza with love. but we ordered it and ate most of it. but there were two slices left. and the next day, i was hungry. so i did somethind i’d never done before—I ATE COLD PIZZA WTF?

here is the documentation of me eating cold pizza for the first time.

Once upon a time, a few weeks ago, a friend’s mother asked me this: “Madeline, how cold does it have to get before you wear socks?” Well Jesse’s mom…today, today I have an answer.

the answer is it has to be 3 degrees but fee like -13 degrees. Because today, for the first time since social norms in korea forced me to, i am wearing socks. It was really a walk of shame, all 4 feet of it, from my desk to my underwear drawer–which houses my 2 pairs of socks. I almost didnt know how to put them on. my shoes felt tight and uncomfortable. But i’m wearing them. But when this weather subsides i will go back to my glorious ways of foot freedom.

today i was required to sit at home all day and wait for the UPS man. we don’t know what the package is that we’re waiting on, but we know that UPS left us a note saying that sometime between 10am and 5pm they will be attempting to deliver this package for the LAST time.

SO. here i was at 1130 am watching Barney when i noticed some new orange dipshit on there.

who IS this guy?

I had to let all my friends know about this. The text i sent said “There is a new dinosaur on Barney. WTF?”

here are some responses.

“You’re weird” -Kevin—Now he actually send ‘your weird’ but i’m sure he really meant to use the contraction instead of the possessive.

“Wait why? What is its name?”-Adam
“I don’t know. I started watching too late. but he is orange and might be mexican.”-MadelineAwesome
“I don’t get it. What is his motivation?”-Adam

“WHAT? That was the only constant in my life.”- Sasha

Its okay sasha. We’ll get through this together. that is what friends are for.

after some research. here is what i’ve found about this new guy.

MSNBC reports:
“The new season that kicks off Monday adds a new splash of color, a tiny orange hadrosaur named Riff. The pint-sized cousin of Barney’s pals BJ and Baby Bop loves music, showing his enjoyment when his crest blinks with colorful light.”

his crest blinks with colorful light? kids today are overstimulated. please go back to singing mr. knickerbocker.

*like that could happen. gravity FTW.

quick statements:

i found this picture while searching for random letter combinations. this came from searching ‘blong’

cough syrup is great for coughs/sleep(but probably not as it is 3:14AM EST and i am still awake. ugh.)

i have been using my ipod more lately.

ate too many cookies today

mad urges to embroider lately. i really wish i hadnt left my supplies at home.

birthday is on Monday. 19 yall.

i am dehydrated.

i am dirty. n33d 2 shower.

laundry is expensive.

I am reading the diary of anne frank for the first time since 3rd grade. I brought it along on our trip to Italy. I remember being sprawled out on the textured bedspread in the room we rented in Florence, red fuzzballs occasionally floating up and landing on the pages.

coincidentally the next book on my nightstand/fridge is the Night trilogy by Eli Wiesel. Following that some book Sasha’s mother told her she had to read before she was intellectually permitted to read Nietzsche. Perhaps a less depressing book is in order.
maybe?

i am taking typography next semester. should i spring for the 75 bucks and get this ampersand shaped cutting board for my teacher for an guaranteed a?

in other news:
i used a new tag today. “Books” strange it hadn’t come up before considering i enjoy reading and up until a few weeks ago my mothers job was to edit book reviews, write book reviews and read books(what i’m getting at is that i had a lot of free books).

When I was little I was pretty into raking leaves. I mean, raking them was actually the shitty part, but jumping in them afterwards was really great. Not that leaves ever really acted as that great of a padding. You pretty much were just hoping for the leaves to fly everywhere. That was the only pay off for jumping up and landing on the ground and getting crunchy shit in every single orifice. Actually the entire idea seems pretty stupid now. All of the “free-spirited” people at college think they are alternative and don’t care about social norms for “growing up” and jump in the piles of leaves that have been painstakingly created by the landscaping staff. Anyways, the point is that eventually I got sick of raking leaves but I still had to do it. But what is cool is that I sort of developed an allergy to dry ass leaves. I started getting hives all over when I was raking the leaves so i didnt have to do it ever again and the bottom line is that if you hate a chore, you can pretty much convince your body to get allergic to it and it will oblige you.

But I DO like the fall colors. To be honest, one of my reasons for choosing Indiana University was the trees. I visited last year just as the trees were starting to turn colors and I was pretty much sold on the place. Well, that is a lie because I pretty much hated the idea of the entire state of Indiana until like 5 months ago, but it was a selling point for sure. This is the part of the post where I’d like to post a picture of the pretty leaves on campus, but its dark outside. so Here is a picture of what you would see if you were my laptop and tilted slightly to your left/my right:

streetlamp that keeps me up. ugh. h8 you.

also: that is not the moon at the top of the window, its an obama poster. obama=so into circles. srsly. so progressive.

here is a picture I did not take of fall leaves at IU:

in other news: OBAMA WON YALL. if you read the first post on this blog over 2 years ago, you would know that i predicted this long long ago. I win.

::edit::
here is a picture from my shitty phone camera. check out the foliage yall.

my boyfriend should also wear these really great swimming trunks. so beautiful. really.

lady on burda style made them. soo good.

in other news: only three days left til I leave for college. Its a pretty stressful time. I have so much on my to-do list that is kind of time sensitive and then i have all the people i want to see before i leave. Here are some of my iCal events and to-dos before i go:

8/20
FAM DINNNER AT MARCHE 530
ADRIAN HANGOUTZ
ANON, GOOD NURSE AT REGGIES

8/21
MORNING SHOPPING WITH IAN
DINNER WITH ERIC

8/22
AIRBRUSH TSHIRTS WITH SASHA

and then i leave on saturday! that is a lot of stuff to do considering i also have to pack the other half of my stuff. and complete this to do list:

Compare PC and Mac music libraries and burn the difference.

Memorize gracias ala vida and it had to be you lyrics.

snacks

laundry detergent

kleenex

Start PRINCESS BRIDE tshirt

tell dan wakenfield that his voice is not just morrisey, it also has a touch of stephen malkmus

Finish “OUR BAND COULD BE YOUR LIFE” and give it back to adrian

hamper

umbrella

showershoes

i mean, i guess i can wait to tell dan about his voice. But really. everything else is pretty time sensitive. mainly i have to pack. thats the big deal. and i am such a “stuff” person that i really need to have my things or i will be uncomfortable in my dorm.

oowee i’ma miss this pretty city.

I’ve been sending lots of mixed signals to people as far as what kind of boyfriend I want. And by sending mixed signals i mean just making lots of conflicting statements that they dont really care about unless they are Sasha because girls care. And i’ve said that i want an Indie boyfriend, an Indian boyfriend, and Indie Indian who attend Indiana University (LOL AMIRITE?). I’ve said i want my boyfriend to be Jon from Jon and Kate + 8 or Bradford Cox or even Barack Obama. But really I think i’ve boiled all of this information to one thing.

I just want a boyfriend who dresses like he is in the sandlot.

p.s. don’t tell, but i am using this picture not off my own bandwith, but off the hipsterrunoff photobucket! CRIME FTW.

i have one more day of high school left.

its been a good run. i’ve made killer friends and learned so much academically and personally.

i dont want to be a tool and just say all this sentimental shiz, but it really is true.

i really need an unlimited texting plan. god. someone make cingular reduce their rates or something.

tomorrow is college tshirt day. some finals. i dont even have my camera. people better fbook the shiz out of my life. kthxbai.

also: that special thing was asking my friend Jesse to prom. Once my camera fiasco gets sorted out i’ll tell you (you, the interenet) all about it. it was ballin.

still suped up about this scanner. i had a good time last night digging through a big box of pictures and finding the best pictures to upload to the intarwubz. here are a bunch with some explanations.

best year book picture i’ve ever taken i think. good sweater, good hair, decent smile. totally good. totally 6th grade.

in third grade my family went to Italy for spring break. here are some pictures:

the flickr caption on this one is “lollipop[e]s” i so clever.

little white speck in middle of all the commotion is pope john paul. holla. he is my favorite pope.

hey JP. sup?

this is in ireland. land of my father. actually, land of my great grandfather. he was born in the upstairs of this pub. (picture circa 6th grade/2001)

this is a picture of two girls completely psyched about getting their hair done for their first communion. (1998/2nd grade)

communion hairrr.

my gramma loves me.

dear american girl, you can make checks payable to ME.

so my backyard used to be a jungle. i love log. (circa 1995)

CUTEST TINKERBELL EVER. dont even try and refute that. (circa 1995)

before moving to the Chi, we lived in Burnsville, Minnesota. It snowed. that is not my house in the background. that is the babysitters house across the street.

uncle steve and aunt julie got married. These are all the cousins. before steve and julie had kids. i think i am going to use this picture as our facebook groups default. good idea madeline. and yes, my cousins and i have a facebook group.

first day of kindergarten.

my brother is an Ultra-Artist.

hey/hay/hei is for horses. i wish i still had that shirt.