tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86897128262321569802011-12-25T14:15:02.138-08:00notes on aesthetically & sentimentally appealing thingsDominiquenoreply@blogger.comBlogger2521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-4016548729034467502011-12-25T14:15:00.000-08:002011-12-25T14:15:02.148-08:00

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-57655926545915494592011-12-15T08:10:00.000-08:002011-12-15T08:10:47.049-08:00

Puppy is just as likely to sit still while I wrap him. He doesn't have the quiet hateful personality of a cat, but more of a I-love-you-so-much-do-anything-you-want-with-me attitude of a typical dog. That's definitely not how Zoey is. She's sassy and I know it. Also, here's a fun YouTube comment on the video. Seems like xXxSallyXBrandonxXx needed to make sure people knew something so she

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-48995257537314654532011-12-13T17:30:00.000-08:002011-12-14T12:03:53.273-08:00

I don't much care for the holiday season; but the weather and the food, that's a completely different story. I won't go into the fun of dressing up, even here in the desert, for nippier weather. That would take much too long and involve telling you how I will sweat just to keep that damn cardigan on. But as for the food, there's only one thing I need to say: Tamales! They are the essential

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-89858218934153961902011-12-12T17:44:00.000-08:002011-12-12T18:03:50.208-08:00

Sure, I haven't updated in a while, but I felt finding this lil guy was enough of a reason to. Yesterday, I went antique shopping with my mom. During the weekends we usually visit estate sales or garage sales, but there's this old warehouse set in the wide-open dirt between El Paso and New Mexico we stop by every once in a while. My mom's been buying from this man, the owner, whom has a giant

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-54064393181953638572011-09-15T17:42:00.000-07:002011-09-15T17:42:31.927-07:00

My dog never looks the same after a haircut, but he always looks the same when it's time for one.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-80349859710378395042011-04-06T14:51:00.000-07:002011-04-06T17:54:02.483-07:00

But birds that are canorous and whose notes we most commend, are of little throats, and short necks, as Nightingales, Finches, Linnets, Canary birds and Larks. -- Sir Thomas Browne, Pseudodoxia Epidemica Canorous is the word of the day. I wanted to post this quote just because I like the sound of little throats. Also, completely aside from this, for what it's worth, I'm going to go ahead of

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-71145093872268961012011-03-08T15:44:00.000-08:002011-03-08T15:47:56.255-08:00

I haven't updated in a while. I suppose it's because I've been busy with all sorts of good and bad. Mostly good, minus the fatigue and waking up early, is subbing. Today: third grade. Apparently, I am married, which is a question plenty of tiny kids ask me. Coming soon, a list of the top questions I am asked. That's if I start updating again. In super duper recent news: I got into

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-18387700381521221092011-01-31T08:03:00.000-08:002011-01-31T08:03:37.963-08:00

My cousins and I couldn't be more different. We're still girls though so there's girl talk, but I still feel it's in a different language: Me: I don't know, Naty, I prefer relationships. Naty: Oh, so you're like Kim Kardashian. Me: Yes? My cousins are the types of girl I would never be friends if they weren't family. Not that they're bad people or even annoying, we just run in different circles.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-8394966730289243092011-01-24T09:47:00.000-08:002011-01-24T09:47:37.903-08:00

I haven't posted in a such a long time, which doesn't mean I'm about to bust out with some paragraphs, but a lot has happened since the foot injury. There have been endings in the most abrupt way and beginnings in the same way. It's not as if all of these things happening around me and to me have been happy by nature, but, nonetheless, I am happy. I don't think I've been this happy in years.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-59256079041431119172010-12-31T11:17:00.000-08:002010-12-31T11:24:12.111-08:00

So apparently, I do need my inhaler. I had my first real asthma attack yesterday during a cycling class. I was in denial until each breathe could only go on for a second or two. I wouldn't have minded it so much if it hadn't happened in the middle of a sprint, causing me to slip forward while passing out-- with my foot still attached/being dragged along by the pedal. Also, the brake didn't work

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-24729721322242973812010-12-30T09:44:00.000-08:002010-12-30T12:20:18.438-08:00

Me: *stretching with morning coffee in front of computer* Mom: You working on your applications? Me: :c Mom: What's wrong Me: I'm not going to get in anywhere Mom: Who said that? Me: Me Mom: Oh. Well, you don't count. * I suppose I don't count. I'm just a little afraid of who does count. But even that doesn't matter. I guess as long as I'm honest in all of my personal essays and no one still

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-48506320206157280742010-12-25T23:13:00.000-08:002010-12-26T00:10:05.347-08:00

My family went for a short hike on the San Gabriel Mountains today. Considering the age difference between everyone, it ended up being my brother and I hiking with our obese 7-year-old cousin, Ana, to find the mouth of a stream. She's adorable, but at the age where smacking me out of nowhere for attention happens often. Anyway, my brother and I decided to get off trail: Ana: What if there

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-51248703762898225762010-12-23T16:45:00.000-08:002010-12-23T16:48:03.729-08:00

I've graduated. Packed to move out of my one-bedroom apartment. Moved to a new house. Unpacked at a new house with new dogs, a new cat, and a new roommate. Packed to go back home. Unpacked for the stay at home. And then, I packed for the trip to California. Now I'm here, picking lemons and avocados from my Tia's yard. It's refreshing to sit for a while without thinking about grad school

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-57963118701124893192010-12-08T08:34:00.000-08:002010-12-08T08:35:49.788-08:00

The health center at my university does everything to keep you from scheduling an appointment. As soon as you say you want an appointment, they give you a little battery of questions. My freshman year, I woke up with an ache in my chest that was making it hard to breathe and move. I called the health center, explained my situation (because they make you) to which they responded, "No, you don't

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-31303133613024427802010-12-07T12:18:00.000-08:002010-12-07T14:09:21.442-08:00

 I have two more finals to destroy before I can say I am an alumni. I wish they were tests and not writing projects. As for being an alumni after them, well, that won't happen officially until after the ceremony on Saturday, right? I'm not sure about the technicalities. Right now though, I am going insane. I have heartburn all through my body. If only Bouldin were open so I could drown my sorrows

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-75996297884136048262010-11-15T21:19:00.000-08:002010-11-16T00:00:28.493-08:00

I do not like cats, but I saw stray cats just being all cat like and lazy outside my apartment today. Sure, they can kill stuff, but I felt bad. Even if one of them was pretty fat, the other wasn't. And I actually think it was a little out of it because it refused to get out of my car's path. Plus, the factors of me not having dogs to love in my apartment and that I've gotten used to my

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-35621092323311642092010-11-14T10:06:00.000-08:002010-11-14T10:06:04.707-08:00

I will update this little dead blog more often. I like tumblr better anyway.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-791444326485225272010-11-07T20:58:00.001-08:002010-11-07T20:58:27.719-08:00

Mr. Braddock: Ben, what are you doing? Benjamin: Well, I would say that I'm just drifting. Here in the pool. Mr. Braddock: Why? Benjamin: Well, it's very comfortable just to drift here. I love this movie. I'm so close to just drifting.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-59610734752585916112010-11-04T12:00:00.000-07:002010-11-04T12:31:42.372-07:00

I activated my facebook again so I can keep in touch with people after I graduate, but I'm already not liking it. Maybe I should just ask for e-mails and numbers get out of there again...well, I just really got one that I wanted. One of my yearbook friends from high school who's a really sweet girl. I feel like I can do with out the rest of the people on there. I have an itch to delete it again

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-38249641610255093492010-11-03T11:41:00.000-07:002010-11-03T11:59:09.296-07:00

What is up with the puppy clothing at Anthropologie. Animals have clothes...it's called fur. Also, I'm sure my puppies are completely happy without this chic little number. Me? I'm going to try to order this in medium (yes, they have sizes! xs, s, m) to see if it fits me. P.S. This dude loves pokemon.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-31927543021696239672010-11-01T19:26:00.000-07:002010-11-01T19:27:45.698-07:00

Halloween weekend was worth the costume hunt. I haven't done the whole dress up as an ensemble for halloween since high school. (Obviously) I was Daria and my friend was Jane. Of course, I had to make my totally unattractive face when someone jumped in front of me in the photo. But he was the vegan police from Scott Pilgrim, which I thought was pretty cool. In other news, I'm starting to get

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-68342493956896132152010-10-17T12:21:00.000-07:002010-10-17T12:26:36.391-07:00

I woke up with my sinus infection worse. I've had a tiny one for the past month. The severity has fluctuated, but I could feel my throat getting tender before bed. I cursed traveling. I blame it on the airport. Maybe the guy next to me who slept the whole flight yesterday was sick. On top of this just being awful for school productivty, I have my Teach for America interview on Wednesday. I'm

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-88534167974303004962010-10-13T17:11:00.000-07:002010-10-13T17:15:51.539-07:00

Bears smoking, ice cream with pot leaves on top, people eating whole turkeys at Denny's, even prisoners will be blown out of their minds. Sounds like the Chinese have predicted the truth of what will happen once Prop 19 passes.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-33035033755296933032010-10-13T10:45:00.000-07:002010-10-13T10:45:58.511-07:00

This is John's cell phone in snow. It's the most simple cell phone in the world. You can call and hang up. I really love minimalism, even if it's not really incorporated into my life: I always have a big purse with everything in it, just in case; my apartment, lovingly cluttered with antiques; my room, furnished with a carpet of clean/dirty clothes. So, even though I like my life and

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-36867523990126600382010-10-12T21:14:00.000-07:002010-10-12T21:59:26.675-07:00

A dog avoiding bath time This dog was me when I was little. I hated showering. It meant I was wasting time getting clean when I could be punching my little brother or eating. My mom used to have to drag me to the shower and basically push me in. I still hate showering, I'll admit it. I do it, but only if the water is super hot. There's no point in showering unless I feel like I'm at a spa. I

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-3660421866552246292010-10-09T12:20:00.000-07:002010-10-09T14:05:26.211-07:00

“I’m sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.” — Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger I woke up this morning and felt the need to appreciate people. I'm home for the weekend. It's nice to have a space from the university city for a while. It helps me both appreciate what's there and what I have here that isn't there. It's good to have my boyfriend, but I do

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-25883657625890817872010-10-06T10:39:00.000-07:002010-10-06T10:40:31.438-07:00

I'll be using this to cheer myself up while I'm writing this god-awful paper on physician-assisted suicide. I'm just wondering where their shells are. Ah, to be young again, in my Michelangelo Halloween costume.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-13731712767537866032010-10-06T09:40:00.000-07:002010-10-06T09:40:27.263-07:00

I can't wait to have a home. Instead of writing this long and boring paper, I wish I was decorating. I'm sure that's almost always the case though.  I've actually bought so many decorative things for my little apartment, I'm starting to worry where they'll be put when I go back home in December. I would hate to sell them, Yes, even you wooden dog with a paper clip magnet on your chest.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-3974325920697058602010-10-05T21:35:00.000-07:002010-10-05T23:02:50.280-07:00

I just decided I'll be going home this weekend. I plan on watching some good tv with my boyfriend, making some delicious vegan cookies for my grandma, and doing yoga with my brother. I'll be so happy to have that after all these all-nighters. Here's some Deerhunter to celebrate with me.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-30915566944510204832010-10-03T20:35:00.000-07:002010-10-04T11:00:55.301-07:00

This is a comic I'm using for a short paper due this week. I have so much bullshit due this week, but this isn't part of the bullshit. I'm actually excited to be analyzing it with a certain rhetorical theory in mind (some clauses in Kenneth Burke's "Definition of Man"). The professor of this class was mentioning this past week that the curriculum of my degree (English writing and rhetoric) is

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-20761910615466917342010-10-01T18:09:00.000-07:002010-10-01T20:33:28.942-07:00

My little brother used to wear the wolverine costume (the puffs on the stomach to signal a six-pack) with the batman mask and cape. He was the cutest. We'd go to the park and run along the tracks with the chugging train that wasn't separated from the rest of the hills and grass. I saw this photo was thinking of all the picnics we had growing up in that park. And I thought of us being kids,

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-47499534857463735982010-09-29T20:23:00.000-07:002010-09-29T21:41:06.799-07:00

Today was alright. I got sleep last night, which made today significantly more normal than the rest of this week, during which I had been hallucinating a little. Anyway, I had a great meeting with a professor I had been intimidated with for a while. We were just supposed to talk about a paper I'm writing, but we ended up talking about comics and eventually my future. To be fair, I'm writing my

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-3068150617356833532010-09-26T20:48:00.000-07:002010-09-26T20:49:10.981-07:00

I walked out of my apartment to go to work and it actually was nice outside. Not nice weather considering it's Austin, but just nice. It wasn't humid and it felt like fall. I'm so happy. I need this to keep up this week especially because I think I'm about to have a scholastic breakdown in between getting all these letters of recommendation asked for while writing two big papers at once. Please,

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-13131018207920207652010-09-25T11:38:00.000-07:002010-09-25T11:45:57.856-07:00

Okay, it was totally the case yesterday that I didn't do anything productive. Well, I did stand in front of a bunch of strangers in a bar to sing Journey, with the rest of my friends thank god. I also stood as far away from the microphone as I could. So that was a semi-productive move toward conquering my fear of sounding like a two-year-old over loud speakers. Afterward, I was rewarded with

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-18964849541124769142010-09-23T18:12:00.000-07:002010-09-23T18:12:19.525-07:00

Fall started today. I don't care that I was still sweating while walking to class. As important as the beginning of my favorite season: The last The Office season premiere is right now. So far, I think the intro is the best out of all the seasons, even more than the Meredith-being-run-over one.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-76411548728422765772010-09-22T20:18:00.000-07:002010-09-22T21:18:16.794-07:00

I have the annoying habit of saying sorry when nothing is my fault. And this isn't the sorry where I understand nothing is my fault; I actually feel responsible. Then I get all flustered and frustrated with everyone and myself. I would say it's time to nip this in the bud, but this habit's grown into a nasty flower. It'll take time, but I'm bringing out some impressive gardening shears. In much

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-70324354583689912662010-09-20T21:49:00.000-07:002010-09-21T19:34:07.166-07:00

I made some really delicious vegan cookies for an assignment tonight, thanks to Yael. Well, I actually may have made them too sweet. Me: "My cookies are too sweet, even for me." Boyfriend: "They must be retarded sweet." It's true. Nothing is usually too sweet for me. Oh well, I suppose I shouldn't tell my professor that since they look perfect. Is it normal to have growing pains at 21? I have

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-2102529153944460372010-09-18T23:44:00.000-07:002010-09-18T23:46:11.474-07:00

Read this; it's good for you: Scientists say dolphins should be treated as 'non-human persons' Great article I found on a cool girl's twitter. It's actually odd that I started being a vegetarian by first giving up fish, since it was the only animal I really liked to eat (and chicken). But because I turned vegetarian for moral reasons, I cut out whatever I hated I was doing the most. I hated that

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-22909041620224880712010-09-18T15:00:00.000-07:002010-09-18T15:01:17.214-07:00

I just booked my trip to Las Vegas to visit an MFA program there. I'm surprised it actually got done with all the trouble surrounding it. Here's hoping I get reimbursed. I really hope I like what I see there. And if I end up, for some reason, being turned off by what I see or experience from the program, I'm just excited to get out and see mountains next month. I miss mountains. Also, I've

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-42015576554743665312010-09-15T13:55:00.000-07:002010-09-15T13:56:55.429-07:00

Today, I actually liked poetry workshop. I was a little apathetic the first few weeks, but it seems alright now. It must have been the structure. I like when things are structured and go according to plan. And when they don't, I get grumpy.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-4250774348481266212010-09-14T19:56:00.000-07:002010-09-14T19:58:30.967-07:00

I've been feeling so uneasy this semester. It's probably senioritis and the fact that, this semester, I'm short on school money. I feel so guilty having to ask my family for help, but this is my last semester (thank god!) so they seem supportive of helping me finish. Also, I'm only applying to a few grad schools (about 5), which is probably not the best move since so many of them take around five

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-5416114208612139132010-09-11T15:55:00.000-07:002010-09-11T17:39:59.898-07:00

I think one of my favorite things in the world is that no matter how insane I get or he gets, after fighting, I never have to think oh no, are we going to break up? We haven't fought in a while, but still, it's nice to feel that. P.S. When it comes to fictional stories, what holds the precedence: the first story or the Disney story: i.e., The Fox and the Hound story or the movie? I say story,

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-36775874084811909892010-09-10T23:23:00.000-07:002010-09-10T23:23:52.918-07:00

It's what's for snackin'

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-89708923288779852512010-09-10T10:18:00.000-07:002010-09-10T10:18:53.484-07:00

I really need to make these. Thumbprint cookies are probably the only cookie that is as adorable as it is delicious. They remind me of weddings because each table of any wedding I went to always had dishes with Mexican wedding cookies with thumbprint cookies the Tias would make. Also, I want that pink-scalloped plate just as much as I want the cookies.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-9139986461211439972010-09-09T21:45:00.000-07:002010-09-09T21:51:16.030-07:00

I'm justifiably paranoid of this since it did happen to me. I had to make sure to call my mom back after I brushed her off. Sorry, mom. I hate forgetting how thinly strung and important everything in life is. And I hate that that's so easy to forget. I think that's why I've been relaxing and giving myself more credit lately: I realized I should enjoy even banality a little bit more. The

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-14895361172771345432010-09-08T22:20:00.000-07:002010-09-08T22:38:43.743-07:00

My eyes: still dry. My mood: much better. Spending time with a person who you actually don't think is annoyingly shallow is really great, especially when you're transitioning again to being 600 miles away from your significant other. Anyway, it was a good shift from the boring conversations with people at school who want to emphasize how unique they are. No BS, please, just good conversation.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-58882888242284078442010-09-08T17:13:00.000-07:002010-09-08T17:15:31.206-07:00

How is it possible for something so squishy to feel so dry!

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-12656532006602810522010-09-07T21:54:00.000-07:002010-09-07T22:02:28.428-07:00

If there were ever a time to vomit from stress, this would be it. I hardly remember most of today. All I know is that my stomach feels like it's on a skillet. I have no idea how I got a bruise on my eyebrow.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-14851691412443818492010-09-01T21:46:00.000-07:002010-09-01T21:46:32.504-07:00

I just got a personalized e-mail from a Teach for America representative asking if I'd like to meet next week. I have to say, I thought about looking into applying to the program. Now that they're thinking of recruiting me, maybe I'll take up that meeting they're asking for. I'm not completely sure about committing to it though, especially since I would have to put grad school on the back

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-46148814353706985902010-08-31T19:24:00.000-07:002010-08-31T22:21:59.627-07:00

This is not Pup. He's not a big picture person. But believe me, he's cuter (it's possible!) A girl who sees her boyfriend once a month (if lucky) has needs. These needs are the ones you expect... y'know. But, one thing we can't wait do is... EAT! I bet Chinese will be first on the list or maybe getting some really good aguas (I vote coconuez for this time) and tortas. Seriously, our days

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-16632054436779574402010-08-30T22:35:00.001-07:002010-08-30T22:42:28.214-07:00

I would say being obsessed with dog from a comic is out of place for me, but it really isn't.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-36229229676672804992010-08-29T16:55:00.000-07:002010-08-29T17:57:25.786-07:00

While doing homework, I was too lazy to go out and get a scoop of ice cream, so I did something else. I poured myself a glass of almondmilk (I think by now, the internet probably gets it: I love almonds) and put it in the freezer. I let the almondmilk get slushy and then I ate it. Sure, it wasn't the same consistency of ice cream, but it was so good! If you think this is way too boring, well,

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-60190992410530973792010-08-26T21:58:00.000-07:002010-08-26T22:22:09.551-07:00

A good conversation with him leaves me calm for a good, long time. I'm lucky to have a best friend & boyfriend to plant this stability and surprise in every day, even when I'm being a grouchy rain cloud. * *knowing him, he'll probably make the stupid joke of asking me who I'm cheating on him with.  

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-43605675815536420992010-08-25T22:41:00.000-07:002010-08-25T22:41:53.286-07:00

I've been considering being a high school teacher recently instead of a professor (not that I won't still be getting my PhD though). This just depresses me, but it's enough to live, so whatever...?

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-8217360733534145312010-08-25T14:27:00.000-07:002010-08-25T16:07:53.759-07:00

I was reading for a theories of rhetoric class today and I was almost salivating with excitement. The reading was on Aristotle's misunderstood meaning of rhetoric. I haven't been able to read this stuff in a while-- since I dropped my philosophy major. I hadn't noticed how lacking I felt my strictly rhetoric/writing classes were until after I dropped my extra major. I'm sure the class itself

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-40840619257917118012010-08-23T16:09:00.000-07:002010-08-23T18:29:33.571-07:00

School has officially started: it is almost six and all I've had are my usual pills (from the doctor!) and a cup of coffee. I want to eat, but my stomach is feeling upset from stress already. Dealing with the car accident aftermath while trying to find a job isn't playing out too easily. Here's hoping tomorrow's four classes don't drive me too insane. At least today's one class (poetry) seems

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-20467377442787249822010-08-22T20:05:00.000-07:002010-08-22T20:05:26.979-07:00

Yesterday was my last lazy summer day. I was actually supposed to leave home yesterday-- I even had everything in my car-- but I was too sleepy. I hated admitting it,too, since my mom knows I'm super lazy and expected this. Still, sleepytime won and I drove the eight hours back to school without getting tickets today. Oh, that reminds me: I hit a cyclist three days ago. The police said it

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-82612554370984936372010-08-20T12:31:00.000-07:002010-08-20T12:31:21.867-07:00

It drives me insane when people use ellipsis unnecessarily. I can never tell if the person is just being rude or doesn't want to talk to me. I can take it from friends who have the annoying habit, but why would a professor use three sets of ellipsis in a one-sentence e-mail? How annoying--especially since she was responding to a stupid question I asked. Why can't people keep their mental

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-68341759326526216532010-08-19T12:55:00.000-07:002010-08-19T13:01:14.324-07:00

I can never find almond m&ms. When I went hunting for them yesterday and found them, I bought five. I know it seems like a lot, but there are fewer m&ms because almonds are bigger than peanuts. If you still think it's too gluttonous of an amount, screw you. These are too wonderful. Sure, peanut m&ms are the classic taste. I'll still eat them if you hand me some, but I really prefer the subtle

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-56665824321237305132010-08-18T23:39:00.000-07:002010-08-18T23:56:41.609-07:00

Speed reading: can't do it. No point. I tried to read and absorb quickly, but it just doesn't work for me. I feel like I'm disrespecting a book if I just read to add another notch on my bookshelf. It made me think of letting a bottle of wine breathe after you open it. I let my pages breathe.In other news, I'm thinking I shouldn't be applying to MFA programs. I've never thought myself one of

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-89408155419239535892010-08-17T09:23:00.000-07:002010-08-17T10:04:04.725-07:00

I went for some prescription eye drops/ an eye check up this morning. Two years ago, my doctor told me I had dry eye disease, which explained why it hurts to drive at night and why my eyeball feels like it's made of acid when I blink. The over-the-counter stuff was useless-- less potent than even tap water-- so I gave in and made an appointment. The doctor just told me someone my age shouldn't

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-38296522819748855522010-08-16T22:31:00.000-07:002010-08-16T22:47:44.057-07:00

This video sums up so much. Eventually, the anxiety will pay off. I'm working out the thought of my first novel and I'm excited and then I dread being excited because I'm not sure what to do completely. But then I remember that every writer probably felt the overwhelming blankness of square 1 at one time or another.. Tonight though, no stress: It's Daria marathon time!

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-7441694366108467322010-08-12T14:59:00.000-07:002010-08-12T15:01:36.559-07:00

Every time I'm menstrual I have a huge thirst for little things. Obviously, chocolate comes up most often. And the best solution I have to soothe my little fix is to bake something while listening to my favorite band (grizzly bear or the smiths) or favorite bands at the time or something to keep my hormone from not feeling so angry. I've been baking this Chocoholic Torte from Design Sponge (

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-15477254748823290442010-08-10T15:01:00.000-07:002010-08-10T15:08:21.592-07:00

I was in the doctor's lobby the other day, waiting for my name to be called and listening to other names, when I heard something interesting. The nurse called Marisol Vela. I've always loved the name Marisol (well, Mari-anything, really), but her last name made it a little more adorable. If you don't speak Spanish, her last name, Vela, means candle and sol means sun. That girl lugs a lot of

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-88889872364512709232010-08-08T23:49:00.000-07:002010-08-08T23:49:12.819-07:00

Before heading to cycling class in the morning, my mom and I began watching a movie twenty minutes in. After a while, we caught on to the back story: baby was born dead, suddenly becomes not-dead after being dead for a while, and now thirsts for blood. The mom figures out her baby's a vampire and admits defeat after her boobs bleed through her bra and see-through nightgown every night (

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-8048235913374011602010-07-31T22:56:00.000-07:002010-07-31T23:02:23.606-07:00

As for getting back in touch with old friends—yes, when they're people you really love, it's a miracle. But most of the time, they're not. They're someone you knew for a summer in camp, or a midlevel friend from high school. They don't matter to you as individuals anymore, certainly not the individuals they are now, they matter because they made up the texture of your experience at a certain

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-2365736461140242982010-07-31T12:53:00.000-07:002010-07-31T12:53:59.619-07:00

The ugliest pancakes can be the yummiest pancakes. Fool-proof pancake recipe: 1 cup (130 grams) all-purpose flour 2 teaspoons baking powder 1/4 teaspoon salt 2 tablespoons (28 grams) granulated white sugar 1 large egg, lightly beaten (or egg substitute) 1 cup (240 ml) milk (or soy milk) 2 tablespoons (28 grams) unsalted butter, melted (or vegan butter, melted)Mix the dry, mix the wet, mix

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-29243869034871763482010-07-29T14:04:00.000-07:002010-07-29T14:10:08.144-07:00

Went to drop off a speeding ticket with an attorney today to get the stupid thing dismissed-- since I'm totally innocent. I handed it to the receptionist, and after awhile, she handed it back and said, "Sorry, we only take tickets in El Paso County." "Oops, sorry, wrong one," I said fumbling through my purse.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-13867971342415425872010-07-28T10:47:00.000-07:002010-07-29T14:08:29.457-07:00

My brother and I are going out for "breakfast" (if I wake up late, I do it right!) before I have a movie-extravaganza date night with the boyfriend (Get the kettle corn ready, pup! no, I haven't come up with a theme yet, pup!). Anyway, my brother's going through the whole imma-be-an-asshole-hormone thing lately, but I still love him. We can still enjoy food together without him being too '

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-79045668758121978882010-07-27T12:47:00.000-07:002010-07-27T12:47:26.731-07:00

a weird day today

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-10421923814414590582010-07-26T17:07:00.000-07:002010-07-26T17:09:05.016-07:00

I love it when my boyfriend wakes me up at 4 in the morning to watch cartoons. NOT. But I couldn't go back to sleep after he was so insistent. I. AM. SO. TIRED.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-67603727968485983832010-07-24T14:13:00.000-07:002010-07-24T21:33:28.437-07:00

(Zoey reconsidering the whole "walk thing" in the shade) So, the hour-long walk today was considerably more difficult for Zoey. I could tell by the fact that as I was staring at houses, she would stop in the shade and stick to the cool pavement for a while-- jerking me back and out of my pleasant walk. Poor pup. I'm sure it was also more difficult today because it wasn't sprinkling the entire

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-35704022550498214692010-07-24T10:12:00.000-07:002010-07-24T14:05:29.736-07:00

TOMORROW :D *Peggy Love*

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-24168875572943678792010-07-23T19:19:00.000-07:002010-07-24T14:15:19.496-07:00

It's been a while. Niagara Falls was fun and so was presenting at the conference, but it's nice to be back in lazy El Paso for a bit before school starts. As soon as I got back, I took the dogs to the vet, since I'm the only one who does that. Apparently, My Pride and Joy, who has always been sprightly and svelte, has gotten a little gut. As the vet put it: "She's so fat I can't hear her

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-32633728001799960662010-07-13T21:22:00.000-07:002010-07-13T21:22:03.600-07:00

Dear All The Bands Who Try to Cover this Song, Stop! Unlike like all the kids who just heard it from 500 Days of Summer, it hurts my childhood! You will undoubtedly never top the whiny voicy of Morrissey I grew up with. End it now, Dominique

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-83202264613288503312010-07-13T21:11:00.000-07:002010-07-13T21:14:30.703-07:00

I love good decor, but still-- I imagine waking up somewhere as loud and totally-not-me as this would be fun. And even if my house (whenever I have my house) has a tamer decor, any house should be fun to live in. *I do really love that little hidden bedroom though & all the books!

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-17641380469765107412010-07-12T14:01:00.000-07:002010-07-12T14:15:20.479-07:00

I kind of want to buy this print and put it up in my kitchen. It reminds me of how I only serve enough milk in my bowl for the cereal to soak up. I just hate excess milk. Also, I like my stuff (even my oatmeal), not liquidy or thin, but thick and substantial. Anyway, must be the way I was raised, but (as my boyfriend says), I'm a "hoarder." I just hate wasting in general. And when it's

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-88087274525303696462010-07-08T18:15:00.000-07:002010-07-08T18:31:34.576-07:00

*isn't big-head Kahlo adorable? So, I finally present tomorrow morning for McNair. True, I'll probably only be able to read about four or five poems out of all I've written for my project, but I'm still excited. I've done readings before, but this one will have many more people I care about, so this one is different. All I have to do now is practice practice practice and race to the finish of

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-1930261291076048422010-07-08T10:38:00.000-07:002010-07-08T17:55:49.542-07:00

Some days, thing are slightly out of their proper place. I don't know what's out of place today, but it's one of those days. But it's actually fun, like there's an adventure coming.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-59406528369622504122010-07-07T18:55:00.000-07:002010-07-07T21:06:58.075-07:00

This trailer is hilarious. I had no idea what this novel was about when I started watching the trailer and at the end of the trailer I still had no idea but I wanted to get it and read it. I've read mixed reviews. Since I'm a pessimist and trust no one's opinion, I'll just have to read it myself. Sidenote: whatever this guy was on, give it to me, kay?

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-84477154797237644442010-07-07T14:00:00.000-07:002010-07-07T14:05:42.615-07:00

I get notifications from Etsy when a shop opens back up. I just got one from kateszabone! I obsess over her jewlery whenever the shop is open. I haven't bought anything, just drooled. Everything is so precious and simple. And when there's detail, it's so delicate. I wish so badly I could be an adult with a real job so I could buy these beautiful things and just bathe in jewelery. But maybe I

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-37360917727029628332010-07-06T18:16:00.000-07:002010-07-06T18:18:19.080-07:00

Well, the end of my McNair project approaches. On Friday I present some of the pieces I've written for my project. I'm supposed to keep my reading under 15 minutes and right now I'm 8 minutes over. Oops :/ I find myself now wondering if I'll be boring people while I read. Not that I'm a boring reader, but that people will want to listen to 15 straight minutes of flash fiction/poetry. What

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-30905349143700908852010-07-04T17:35:00.000-07:002010-07-04T17:36:24.485-07:00

Happy Fourth of July! This weekend is full of being home and celebrating summer. Celebrating summer equals swimming, being in the jacuzzi with my mom, pouring soap in the jacuzzi, playing with bubbles, putting bubbles on Puppy's head (evidence from yesterday above), watching cartoons until 3 in the morning with my boyfriend, and, since it's the fourth of July, obviously drinking a minimum of

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-38369260189610795852010-06-29T17:21:00.000-07:002010-06-29T17:24:39.140-07:00

I know the difference between want and need. I need this Valentino dress! And I will appreciate it! Unlike that boring, oscitant model.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-39350417792784439362010-06-29T14:27:00.000-07:002010-06-29T14:55:42.114-07:00

When I was locking the door to my apartment this morning, I felt the humidity and was like, Nice, it's going to feel like walking through water today.  It was sunny until about an hour ago. Now, it's thundering like crazy and pouring. It looks like it'll never stop and it feels like nighttime in my apartment. I love it only because I'm away from the humidity. I would never sit on my balcony to

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-46270345151496789262010-06-28T14:13:00.000-07:002010-06-28T21:46:12.522-07:00

Am I old? I don't get the new trendy triangle shit going on. Is it connected to the 80's-inspired shit? If not getting this trend makes me old, I'm happy I'm old. It makes no sense. Kids these days. Favorite quote of the day:  Puppy* (his 4-year-old nickname) : Let's get married for reals.** *Wuv him ** This is no joke :O

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-32306670667650624382010-06-27T21:28:00.000-07:002010-06-27T21:28:45.427-07:00

My tumblr queue hadn't been working for about a week. I am so happy it's fixed :) Probably too happy, but I love tumblr. So mind-numbingly aesthetically pleasing.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-78644755832049343502010-06-26T11:53:00.000-07:002010-06-26T11:54:58.811-07:00

When I saw the title to this movie, it reminded me of some awful 80's movie (which means hilarious) about magicians I watched with the puppy-boy last summer. I cringed. Instead, I got this trailer of a super charming movie! I'm excited to see it.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-10672951819555804602010-06-25T20:27:00.000-07:002010-06-25T20:29:51.512-07:00

Aw, I wish I wasn't such a stickler for having my writing notebooks be spirals. If I wasn't, I'd totally buy one of these itty bitty, adorable little notebooks! I mean, a French cinnamon bun on the cover beckoning you to write!? I'm cute-struck.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-67990930117301315182010-06-25T14:33:00.000-07:002010-06-25T14:48:20.582-07:00

I woke up a little later than usual this morning (woo, no class) and suddenly felt like being a glutton and not doing anything about it. Eep, this always happens when I start running a couple of miles each day. I suppose congratulating myself can't cause too much harm, but I also felt restless when I woke up. Maybe it's because I've been running around so much, but I've been hating sitting

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-40183069753010910972010-06-24T18:01:00.000-07:002010-06-24T18:06:50.890-07:00

Lately, I've been thinking of the future in terms of settling down and having my own kitchen to paint. Knowing I'll have him while I move wherever I move-- it feels good. I used to be scared, but I've figured no matter where my pup and I go we'll still have some quirks so keep the cobwebs of domesticity interesting. But right now, it's just time for a run, before the sun goes down, which is not

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-14932191422251155932010-06-23T18:58:00.000-07:002010-06-23T19:01:52.719-07:00

Lakestreet Creamery's video is just too cute. I love ice cream AND kittens. Actually I hate cats, and only like kittens sometimes, but look at the hat! And sure, the video really ends in 40 seconds, but still! Everyone knows that with so many tiny variables (hat, kitty, cone, AND scoop!), a video cannot fail. I haven't squealed this high a pitch in about a day or two.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-63984531861610246302010-06-23T11:38:00.000-07:002010-06-23T16:51:47.772-07:00

I've been in GRE prep for the past month. I know GRE math is simple, but it's been so long since I haven't been able to use a calculator. Plus, it's been a while since I stared at numbers like this, so when I look at these problems, I automatically start freaking out. It's been good having math classes again. I'm starting to surprise myself by recalling stuff I learned in high school (pathetic,

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-34550978361483882682010-06-22T12:13:00.000-07:002010-06-22T12:48:44.689-07:00

I got a small vanilla latte for dessert after lunch and forgot to ask for it as soy. I know it might seem like a baby deal, but I was lactose intolerant when I was a little and I think it's coming back. Plus, I usually stay away from dairy. Anyway, I took some sips and I feel vomity and colicky (get it? like a baby!) :/ It may have just been too sweet (which says a lot because I'd rather eat

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-91858167506652499812010-06-20T12:02:00.000-07:002010-06-20T12:06:30.819-07:00

Using the magic words. It's supposed to be normal, but if someone actually said them back, I'd be stunned. I love magic words. Say them back, yeah? In other totally embarrassing news, the day after the Lakers/Celtics game, I couldn't walk right on my right foot because I had jumped up and down too much like a dummy.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-20968605733310662142010-06-17T22:08:00.000-07:002010-06-17T22:13:16.483-07:00

Eeep! Lakes won! I've been getting crap every day (being the only Lakers fan) in class after they lost in the playoffs and finals. The game probably won't be brought up tomorrow, which I'm fine with-- I don't like rubbing a loss in people's faces (I know how obnoxious that can be), unless they start saying the Lakers didn't earn it. I don't think that can be said with them losing for most of the

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-89867648507435613792010-06-16T20:25:00.000-07:002010-06-21T13:15:47.543-07:00

It feels like it's been a good day, but with a tilt. I'm feeling a bit hazy and detached. Maybe I need to shake up my routine a little bit. Mental-windshield-wiper time.

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-72975827493448421602010-06-14T11:38:00.000-07:002010-06-14T12:23:53.050-07:00

Eep, I've hit a little bit of a writer's block. I guess I've just gotten lucky lately; things have just come out well. The end of the semester had me thinking of loss in general and all the funerals I've gone to, which is in the double digits so I was preoccupied to say the least. Lately though, things haven't been flowing so smoothly. It's aggravating not feeling like a dry well, but just like

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-60889421032737758412010-06-09T13:54:00.000-07:002010-06-09T17:46:03.433-07:00

I've been avoiding the pictures of the oil spill religiously because, if you know me, I'm an animal lover. And not as in, Oh, they're soooo cute; as in, I believe they have rights and it hurts me when they hurt. Then, this (hardly recognizable) bird jumped out of nowhere and I was blubbering on the couch. I can't help it. It's like my empathy nerve is too sensitive because I suddenly imagine

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689712826232156980.post-46630519621730108672010-06-08T20:46:00.000-07:002010-06-08T20:51:09.996-07:00

Today, in class, while cramming vocab for the GRE into our brains, we noticed we have 4 more weeks left for our summer research. Most of us started freaking out. I'm freaking out now, but then, I was just happy that I'll be going to a conference at Berklee with some McNair kids to present my writing in August. I called my Tia over there. She's pretty excited. I'll probably stay some days with

Dominiquenoreply@blogger.com0