P.S.s

1. I forgot to mention I am fat now. As evidenced by photos of me, available on Facebook. This may have been implied with the whole milk-chicken thing. But I just want to keep you posted.

2. Daddy's release party! For reals! Post!

3. Comment if you want Christmas presents from me and tell me what you want! I probably won't forget you, but I might... And because of budgeting/packing concerns, I have to start planning early this year.

not a lot, baby girl, just a li'l bit...

the time has come, the walrus said,
to talk of many things.
Even though my stomach is about to cave in and the sweet and sour chicken (disgusting, but somehow irresistable) is calling to me from the minifridge.
The first item of business: Hallowe'en. That word was on one of our 5th grade spelling list and apparently everyone in the US except for Mrs. Rhodes' class spells it wrong.
Anna, Joanie, Julia, Rachel, Anna's man, and I are being the seven deadly sins. Minus gluttony. Cheesy? Yes, probably. Hott? Definitely. I am greed--which means a short gold dress (with leggings!!!) and way too much bling. For some reason zebra striped pumps seemed to go well with the ensemble. Julia is envy, which is the same, only sans zebra stripes and with a green dress instead.... and the list goes on. Pride is actually gay pride... because, you know...
My room mate says she doesn't know what she's dressing up as, but she will probably end up as judy garland, because, you know.... I didn't tell her that I actually didn't know. Maybe because she has red hair. Did Judy Garland have red hair?
Now I need to know what all of you are dressing up as. Do they have Hallowe'en in Brazil? Germany? BYU? I wouldn't know.
Also, the reason I haven't been posting: I've caught my death of cold (is that a real expression? did I muck it up? it can't possibly be correct....) which means that I've spent every spare moments, and some non-spare moments, in bed. Not to worry, though. I still did well on my CompSci midterm (I think. Maybe I shouldn't be cocky.) and managed to do my babysitting job--although their could have been mishaps I overlooked while I was blowing my nose and drinking orange juice.
Oh, and one more thing. It's cold!!! I finally get to wear my new puffy marshmallow coat (which goes all the way down to my knees, and is quite fashionable, actually), and scarves, and hoodies, and hats. And also, my obsession with steamed milk is in season now! (it is the only thing I drink anymore. no water for me, thanks. i'll take a large(venti?) steamed whole milk--hazelnut. as much foam as you can muster.)
I'm looking forward so much to seeing all of you at christmastime!
xo

Daddy's new cd

Is amazing. I so wish I could've come to the release party. It sounded like a lot of fun (that was a hint. to be more clear--post about the release party, please.) My favorite track is Product of Broad Gales and Dim Cradles.
I rearranged my room yesterday, and got a magnetic bulletin board to put pictures of the littles and the campbells and the friends up. I lost the picture I had of Ing, so I'll need to find something for that, and while Dad's CD cover is serving as my picture of him, I am still lacking one parental image.
I haven't showered in a ridiculous amount of time. It his hard to get motivated when the bathroom window is permanently open and letting in a refreshing breeze all of the time.
But I will overcome.
Love you guys!
Eva

HIGHLIGHTS!!!!!

Salsa dancing in 5 hours.
Cookie dough in the fridge.
Memory chip in my phone.
Gorgeous weather.
RECORDS!!!

Lows:
Pimple.
Homework.
Hair.
Hungry.

She's fine and she's pretty.

My hair is black now.
I feel like a new person.

All of my body parts are sore.

It happened again. With the polenta and the cod and the brisket and the japanese noodle soup thingy. Unfortunately, the japanese noodle soup thing was closed by the time I got there, but I got lentils and couscous instead.
Would you say cream of Broccoli soup is a salad course?

Anyhow, I am also having white bread toast with this excellent butter they have here.
It is a rare treat to be able to use all three utensils at one meal. It is no wonder I am getting fat.

Ugh, also. CompSci boy has my sweater in his room. It is my favorite and only cardigan.
I'm always liking people one minute, and then the next minute they make me pissed off every time they speak. I think it is because when I was very young and vulnerable the family of goldfish living in my room died unexpectedly. And now I am afraid to get close to people.
I need to do art or something.
Maybe rake leaves for old people.

Also, I forgot to mention there is squash involved in this meal.

OH, and ALSO, everyone go out to your local videostore/netflix and get Straight Talk. You will thank me after you have watched it. But press mute when Dolly Parton starts to do her fake laugh. It is only going to get higher and squealier.