tangent two: the collage.

Evening.

I just realized that it might be a little annoying to read this thing without any knowledge of who I am...unless, of course, you already know me, in which case this post might be a little redundant and boring. Even so, it's still possible you're curious about the collage of pictures strategically placed at the top of my blog. I know I would be. To cease the gnawing frustration in your soul, I've decided to explain my reasons for choosing those pictures. It's not a very unique or extremely interesting tangent, but I'm still recovering from last night and my creativity and originality seem to have gone on vacay together somewhere without telling me. I hope they return tomorrow. I've got work to do. Okay, here goes. Starting with the peace sign and continuing clockwise.

The Peace Sign: I like the peace sign. Not because I'm a nouveau-hippie or because it's the newest accessory fad in Hollywood. I've always liked the peace sign. And, to delve a little bit deeper, I think peace is something to strive for. I'm not sure anyone can really disagree with that. If so, let me know who you are because I'd like to kick you in the shins.

The Backstreet Boys: I am a teeny bopper at heart. I always will be. I like overplayed pop music, JTT used to have the power to make my heart stop just by gracing the cover of TeenBeat, and I still get excited every time BSB tries to make a comeback. They're old enough to be grandfathers, but I commend them for trying. In fact, I encourage it.

Bob Dylan Signature: Everything about Bob Dylan fascinates me. Everything.

Schrute Buck: The Office is the only show currently on television that I will make time to watch. I continuously laugh out loud, and not many shows have the power to make me do that. Also, Jim is a dream boat. I know, that's the most unoriginal statement ever uttered by a girl.

Maria & Me: This is one of the girls I nannied for this summer in Italy. She is 3 going on 13 and never goes anywhere without her pacifiers (yes, plural...she has about 12). She was also a big fan of taking pictures and pretending to talk on the phone. I miss both her and her sister dearly.

Running With Scissors: If you've never read anything by Augusten Burroughs or David Sedaris, please shut off your computer now and go to a bookstore. No, but really.

The Piano: It's my therapy. Don't get excited though, I'm not that good.

Jif Peanut Butter: There aren't too many things better than the first spoonful taken from a brand new jar. Offhand, I can only think of about 3.

Word Vomit: Sometimes I get nervous and talk too much. If you know me I'm sure you've experienced this. My off button suddenly stops working. It's not a very endearing quality, but I'm not sure how to remedy the problem. Suggestions are welcomed.

Football: SEC football...one thing better than the first spoonful of peanut butter.

Italian Sunset: I adore sunsets. I love when the sky is purple and orange and all sorts of colors in between. And I like it when the moon is visible. Wow, I couldn't have sounded more like an ad on match.com.

Hippos: If they weren't so dangerous, I'd find a way to own one. Favorite animal, hands down.

Toulouse-Lautrec's "Alone": This is my favorite painting. I enjoy art, but I understand that a lot of people don't. There's a lot of art out there that I don't get either; however, this one I get and this one I love.

Pisa Picture: I was only in Pisa for 4 hours, so there really isn't sentiment attached to the city. I just liked the picture.

Inevitably Awkward: I think this speaks for itself, especially if you know me. Sometimes this and the word vomit go hand in hand. I've accepted it. Sometimes awkwardness has its perks.

Grecian Hopscotch: If you have enough money to do so, then go to Greece. Forget about any other trip you were thinking about taking and just go. It still goes down in my book as the most fun trip I've ever taken. I'm planning on being rich one day and moving there. I'm just not sure how to make that much money. I don't think being in school and living with my parents will do the trick.

So, that's me in a picturesque nutshell. The cassette tape really has nothing to do with anything other than the fact that I got bored on InDesign and got a little carried away. I did, however, receive a mixed tape from my boyfriend in the tenth grade. I still have it, and among the great classic rock songs on the mix (including "Melissa"...how sweet), "I Hope You Dance" can also be found on there. Jeff denies the fact that he ever put such an atrocity on one of his ingenious and historically famous mixed tapes, but I have proof. It's there. Not to change subjects so quickly, but I was very unimpressed with the lack of middle school attire last night. I waltzed in sporting my BSB t-shirt, Birkenstock clogs, and face glitter, only to find out that the majority of the party-goers decided that they only wanted to dabble in the keg and not in the fun of dressing up. As an added bonus to my costume, the glitter made my face break out. I really did look 13 again. Awkward. Alright, I'm going to watch Brothers & Sisters and nurse this day-long headache to sleep.

Peace. Love. Dance.

PS: Update. I have since revamped the look of Tangent M. The collage no longer exists. The photo at the top is a mere memory.