too cool for school

this conversation just happened with my dad:

d: hey taylor, i liked that song you were playing earlier...what was it?
t: which one?
d: i think it talked about hard candy
t: oh my god dad, 'laffy taffy' by d4l?
d: yeah, how'd that one go?
t: umm, "girls call me jolly rancher, oh, cuz i stay so hard..."
d: yes! thats the one. do you think you're mom would like that disc?

help.

i think i've gone round the bend...

so the furnace in my bedroom in chicago is broken. its been serviced 3 times (dirty). first, it won't turn off. then it wont' turn on. then it makes my bedroom feel like a humid day in mexico in july. but its most recent dilapidation is my favorite. my furnace is drowning kittens.

every five minutes it makes this strange pissing noise that sounds like it is slowly torturing a brood of kittens. every five minutes. all night long. that means no sleep. all night. no sleep. i think its the taliban attacking my bedroom. i dreamt about killing osama bin laden on a bicycle. stop doing this to me furnace!!

oh well, i'll deal with it in six weeks...here i come edina!

physical and emotional bruises

so this last weekend my mutti was in town, it vas vonderful. we shopped, we saw jersey boys, we went to the zoo. fun was had by all. one downfall.

my mom has gotten a little "mrs. bennett" on me and courtney lately in that she feels its about time to marry us off. its less serious w/ me because old english custom calls for courtney to marry first, but she has taken to doing this thing where whenever she sees an attractive man who appears to be appropriately aged for me, she hits my left arm to make sure i notice too.

great mom, now, when the anxiety of talking to a cute boy hits my stomach, now i can also associate it with your palm slapping my forearm. super.

the west wing of my soul

so a couple days ago president elect (eeeek) barack obama named his white house chief of staff. its a congressman from the 5th cd of illinois, rahm emanuel. nbd right? wrong.

this man served as inspiration to aaron sorkin for the character on the west wing responsible for not only my love of older men w/ poofy hair, but also my love of politics: josh lyman.

my fantasies are coming true, how do i become his assistant??

i'm budging, not killing babies...wait.

so, yesterday was hanson concert numero dos. it was magic. i budged, got super close and had eye sex with all three members of the band.

highs of the night:
seeing zac hanson actually high. seriously, you could smell it.
taylor's man scarf and large bulge.
isaac's o faces during guitar solos

lows of the night:
the 10 minute lecture about dying babies in africa. seriously, save activism for the afternoon, tonight i wanna mmbop.

all together it was an amazing show. so magical. so wonderful. so hantastic.

ps. political post for later tonight or should i say tomorrow morning. this election is wonderful and stressful. vote. hanson told you to.