In Which Ella Apparently Belongs on SNL

After spending the day out with Eliza, I returned home only to have my dad announce that I look like Father Guido Sarducci.

The hat is similar, I guess, but other than that, I don’t see it.

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http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/313497/june-23-2010/prophet-glenn-beck—father-guido-sarducci

I’m not sure whether I should be amused or offended.

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! I hope that you had as great a day as I had!

(Even if I do think it’s a ridiculous holiday.)

I also hang out at http://emleng93.tumblr.com/, where I posted some very nerdy and funny valentines today.

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The Results of Being Trapped

As it turns out, being locked in a room until five a.m. is an incredibly exhausting activity, especially if you weren’t feel well in the first place and hadn’t taken your medication. It will also give you chills and make you dizzy. In short, I don’t recommend it. You should also always check to see if a door has swelled before closing it tightly.

I would have very much liked to spend a portion day hanging out with Eliza instead of lying in bed, working and trying to warm up my hands.

In other news, why don’t we get Q.I. in America? It is seriously the best thing ever. I absolutely love it (and anything else involving the BBC and Stephen Fry). For those of you who don’t know, it’s a comedy quiz/chat show hosted by Stephen Fry with celebrity contestants.  Here’s one of my favorite episodes:

And as always, you can also find me on tumblr at http://emleng93.tumblr.com/, if, you know, you’re into that kind of thing.

In Which Ella Consumes Red Meat, Hangs Out with Cecelia, and Watches Comedy

Today has been one of those dreary tired days. I woke up at half past noon and felt ready to take a nap some ten minutes later. While the humidity and drizzle is godsend for everyone suffering from allergies, I can’t help my complaining. It’s spring, and it should be gorgeous out.

After I shuffled my way downstairs, I made bacon and stayed in my pajamas until three. However, once my mom discovered that I hadn’t eaten lunch, I went to go get dressed so my dad and I could go get burgers. Somehow showing up at a restaurant in a pink bathrobe with hearts on it that I only properly fit when I was nine did not seem like a good idea. As we drove through town, I remarked on the newly painted lane dividers and strained my eyes to see the city, but all there was was a mass of mist, almost like the city and valley were shrouded with a cloud.

Sitting in a corner of the restaurant, I ate a thick chocolate milkshake with a spoon and listened to my dad talk about success in the modern world. He’s always right about (nearly) everything, and I find a great deal of comfort in knowing that following a conventional path is not a necessity anymore, because goodness knows I’m rarely conventional. Then, we went back home and framed pictures that had been taken of me all the way back in September. My legs look very big, and my sweater makes it seem as though there is fat above the waist of my jeans. But other than that, I like the pictures.

At around five, my dad drove me to Cecelia’s. Now, one of the best things about hanging out with a close friend is that you don’t have to do anything. You can just lounge about and talk for hours not worrying about boring the other person to death. I told her how I had lost nine pounds, and we planned for our trip to the beach. Biking is in and cooking anything with meat is out. It was all too short: she had to go babysit, and I had dinner to eat.

Lately, I’ve been having a lot of trouble gagging while eating. I’m a champion gagger already, having once thrown up on a chair in the doctor’s office after a strep test. I’ll spoon food into my mouth, start to chew, and then fight the urge to throw up. It’s monstrously unpleasant and not helping the gaining weight cause. In fact, eating normally is going so poorly that I’m seriously considering creating a soda and cookies diet where I drink one can of soda and eat two cookies everyday. It seems doable and could be effective.

I finished off my day by watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail with my father. Ever since I’ve seen Spamalot, I can’t stop mentally inserting the musical’s songs into the movie. It’s a major distraction. But the movie is still hilarious, and I will never fall out of love with the French knights.

So there you have it: my day.