Sufjan Stevens

If you're ever in one of those moods when you just need some ridiculously relaxing music, just look up some of Sufjan's. Needless to say, I'm in love with him.

Thinking outrageously I write in cursive
I hide in my bed with the lights on the floor
Wearing three layers of coats and leg warmers
I see my own breath on the face of the door.

Oh, I am not quite sleeping
Oh, I am fast in bed
There along the wall in the bedroom creeping
I see a wasp with her wings outstretched.

Favourite celebrity couple?

For me, it's a tie. :)

Shoes. Oh my god, shoes.

I love Converse, I really do, but I feel like in order for me to be a hardcore Converse-lover I should own more than three pairs. Four, if you count the fake ones. I only say this because I got a sexy new pair for Christmas that I'm wearing for the first time now, and it led to me Google-imaging cool Converse and wanting to buy a white pair just so I could graffiti them up with Sharpie. Perhaps one day. :D

Just thought I should share...

So THIS is why?

I'm browsing thisiswhyyourefat.com, which is doing the exact opposite of it's intent by making me hungry, but I came across this. And I found it very cute and not a deep-fried hot mess like most food shown there. A Spaghetti and Meatballs Loaf, on the other hand, is one culinary invention that I don't need to see pictures of. :P

Hello, Cupcake!

TV dinner cupcakes, anyone?
For Christmas, I got this fabulous book called Hello, Cupcake! As the name suggests, it gives directions on how to make awesome cupcakes like the ones pictured. With it, I got a cupcake pan and little icing things, so I'm all set to have a wonderful cupcake-making party sometime in the near future. Perhaps once midterms are over...

Checkmate.

For Christmas, I got a DVD of Chess: Live in Concert.

It had Josh Groban, so the music was bound to be good, and Idina Menzel, so I was bound to love it anyway.

So it's kind of like a rock opera*, but concert version so there's not much of a set, just people on stage with microphones and an orchestra. There is a plotline, and it involves...chess. And Communism. And love. And Adam Pascal. What's not to like?

*I'm not exactly sure what that means, but it seems appropriate.