YOU are my sweetest

samson - regina spektor
you are my sweetest downfall
i loved you first, i loved you first
beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
i have to go, i have to go
your hair was long when we first met

samson went back to bed
not much hair left on his head
he ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed
and history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us
and the bible didn't mention us, not even once

you are my sweetest downfall
i loved you first, i loved you first
beneath the stars came fallin on our heads
but they're just old light, they're just old light
your hair was long when we first met

samson came to my bed
told me that my hair was red
told me i was beautiful and came into my bed
oh i cut his hair myself one night
a pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
and he told me that i'd done alright
and kissed me 'til the mornin light, the mornin light
and he kissed me 'til the mornin light

samson when back to bed
not much hair left on his head
ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed
oh, we couldn't bring the columns down
yeah we couldn't destroy a single one
and history books forgot about us
and the bible didn't mention us, not even once

you are my sweetest downfall
i loved you first

(listen to her sing it. it's better than just reading it, i swear.)

are these the only options?

are we human or are we dancers?

i dunno, brandon.
do i really have to choose?

do you think that's funny?

so i got myself some bangs.

still getting use to them.

don't know how i feel yet.

yes i can.

1 hour and 53 minutes left.
i can make it.
i can make it.
i can make it.

this blog needs some spice in it.
seriously.

i watched the inauguration today online.
cnn and facebook combined to make this weird jumble of social networking, racial equality and stati updates.
people are worried about the economy?
psh.
be worried that my uncle is now on facebook and could update his status while watching obama be sworn in.

yesterday was a reunion of the youngest usher cousins.
if it would've be left up to chris, sarah and me - the house of usher wouldn't have fallen.
and if it did - we'd have a less drunk author to cover the action.
oh. and we'd have better hair.
sometimes i feel left out being the only one with the different last name.
pictures from sarah to come soon.

that being said -
what's up with me and my hair?
seriously.
it's a prob, kids.
maybe i should chop it off so i stop using as a way to win arguments.

(these are partially fabricated ways to show how vain i am)
EXAMPLE 1:
roommate: nat, you need to take out the trash! you can't just throw away spaghetti from 2 months ago and leave it in the trash for a week.
me: ...but i have better hair.
roommate: you're right.

EXAMPLE 2:
(while playing cards)
friend: i won that hand because i trumped your card with an ace!
me: ... but my hair is longer AND shinier.
friend: no really. give me those cards.
other friend: nat has a point...
me: i can't help what grows out of my head.
friend: you're right.

that's it.
i'm scheduling a haircut.

maybe this is a bit off subject

...but nelson mandela and morgan freeman may or may not be related.




i really don't feel like clarifying for you which photo is nelson and which is morgan, because you should just know that already.

seriously.

and if you don't...make it your 2009 resolution or something.
watch glory and read about anti-apartheid movements.

in other news - a girl just came into my office and tried to leave through the wrong door. it was hilarious. especially considering she was trying to be all cool about it.
my office crushes all hopes of ever being cool about anything.
nice try though, lady.

today in english, i actually spoke.
so much for leading my class to believe that i was mute.

i also wrote a ridiculous analysis for my news writing class which probably had too much voice and not enough boring grammar jargon.
so much for being rewarded for having personality.

also! has anyone seen the coca-cola commercial where the stewie and wonder dog balloons are fighting for the giant bottle of coke?
i love that charlie brown ends up winning the coke.

it gives me a little hope that in the end - i too could win a giant coke balloon.

eight days into the new year, baby.

i interviewed for a job at the body shop.
my sources say it's a good chance i'll be living it up in lotion heaven pretty soon.
at my interview, the manager told me that in junior high, her friend came to school totally traumatized because she thought she was pregnant.
her little sister had peed on her.

my new roommate, who is totally adorable, talks in her sleep.
every night.
it's the funniest thing.
i wonder what she dreams about.

i really really suck at getting up early.

so in result - if you don't dry your hair for 3 days straight, you trick people into thinking that you have naturally curly hair.
amazing.


i may or may not be willing to sell my soul to have katy perry's legs.
i'm just sayin.



and goldfrapp, in this picture, looks like an olsen twin.


hope 2009 has been treating you well so far.