It's going to be April in 3 days... and it's snowing. And it's staying on the ground. Those fancy global-warming scientists are probably scratching their heads somewhere right about now.

Yesterday, I woke up at 4 in the morning. Today I woke up at 6:30. The only consolation to waking up so unbelievably early is the prospect of watching Paula Dean prepare deep-fried buttered cheese balls. The only think worse would be if she deep-fried the plate to match. However, with St. Patrick's Day so close, more than Paula's deep fried delicious heart attacks-on-a-plate, I'd prefer to try one of those Irish fried Mars bars. Chocolate, batter, nougat... what could be better?

I totally just figured out that there's actually a LIMIT to how far back you can read entries on your friends' page. I suppose that shows me for not logging for over a month.

Also, the gigantic 24-inch Mac monitor is a thing of beauty. *covets* so pretty and... large.

Tomorrow is National Cocoa Day... so if ever you need an excuse to consume chocolate, in whatever form you fancy, I do believe this qualifies.

1. Dancing + Treadmill = Disaster
Yes, the music has a fantastic beat, yes, you're pumped, yes, it's your favorite song of the moment, but no, running 6 miles an hour and trying to get your groove on are not compatible. I've tried, and it failed spectacularly when a little hip action knocked the emergency stop button off its perch and brought the treadmill to a grinding halt. While I continued going, hip action and all... quick reflexes are all that stood between my nose and the ground.

2. Why is everyone so sweaty?
When you're in a store, you shop. When you're in a restaurant, you eat. And when you're in a gym...? You exercise ('Scope out the cute buff guy next to me' or 'try not to die because I'm so out of shape' are also acceptable answers, as long as they are combined with the aforementioned exercising).  You don't text your friends or have loud conversations about your love life while using the elliptical on level 1. That's not working out. That's gossip hour mixed with restless leg syndrome. And by the way, that heavy make-up you're wearing is going to clog your pores, and if that mixed with sweat, boy are you going to break out. But your version of 'going to the gym' doesn't really seem to involve sweat, so reasonably, you have nothing to worry about.

Hah, I've always wanted to get that off my chest. It annoys me so much.

3. Front door: In       Back door: Out
Busses have two sets of doors for a reason. Why, oh why, do you young, able-bodied ones insist on departing out the front one? It makes no sense to me. The back doors don't even have a large crowd of people attempting to board the bus... in fact, they're completely clear. Oh wait, is that why? Do you want the attention? If you're going to do that, the least you could do is thank the bus driver.

4. Gender ambiguity is a serious issue
If you are going to bring your child to a kids event, dress them in ambiguous clothing, give them short, cropped hair-cuts, and names like "Cameron" or "Kelly" or "Robin," don't be surprised if at least one person guesses incorrectly that little "Jayden" is a boy. I promise, I felt worse than Jayden did, probably because she was too busy with her jujube and toothpick dome to pay any attention to anything I was saying. And next time, it probably wouldn't hurt to knock off the "yeah, sport" and maybe switch "alright, little man" to "you go, girl".

The watering, burning eyes and stuffed up nose suggest that I have the beginnings of a cold. However, being in denial, I would rather attribute it all to allergies. The rational part of my brain may care to argue that it is the dead of winter and there is nothing around to which I could be allergic, but we don't listen much to him anyway, do we? Still, this allergy/cold is making me want to put my head on the keyboard and take a nice long nap, and because I can't, I'm very cranky.

The bottoms of my pants are still damp from traipsing around in the slushy wannabee snow yesterday and they make this squishy squelching sound whenever I make any sudden movement. Combined with my needs-to-be-oiled desk chair, every few minutes, it's a symphony of *squeak* *squeak* *squish* *squeak* *squeak* *squish* *BRRRING* *squeeeeak* *thud* (the last sequence happens everytime the phone rings, I attempt to wheel my chair forward, and nail the desk with my knee because the chair doesn't roll smoothly). And then I consider cursing, but if I speak too much, my head throbs.

Hello Dayquil, my near and dear friend! I've missed you so... long time no see. Now that I've moved to a much colder climate and can't resist standing on my balcony in pajamas watching the snow fall, I think you and I will have plenty of time to catch up!

Perhaps I should have reconsidered the giant tub of free-flowing Halloween candy that's sitting on my desk.... Magically, without even a conscious thought, I found a Kit Kat poised at my lips. And then another. And then, just one more. Thank god I get to leave early today.

Someone's leaving 'CSI'

It had to happen eventually, but the question now becomes whether the show has jumped the shark because of recent storylines, or whether it can redeem itself this season.


Now I have my CSI back, I don't feel as bummed about not watching Grey's Anatomy.

True devout television watching having gone by the wayside in recent years due to countless night classes, it was time to reintroduce myself to all the shows I once watched, may be convinced to now start watching, and wish I didn't want to watch (*cough*America'sNextTopModel*cough**cough*).

That being said, I love Tuesday nights - even with Gilmore Girls gone (don't even get me started on the last season, that show died for me after season 4) - because schedule shuffles a few years ago put House and Law & Order: SVU together for me. Now, because my mother has somehow started enjoying Bones too, Tuesdays have turned in Bones, House, SVU (or SUV as my mother frequently puts it, at which point I enjoy asking her which brand of rugged terrain vehicles she'll be tuning into this evening) watching nights.


Also, today I'm wearing a shirt that says "Boo-urns." It makes me happier than you can imagine.

Coldstone's Sweet Cream ice cream is beyond delicious. And horribly filling.

Also, it's 11 p.m. and I'm falling asleep at my keyboard. What does that say about me?

Plowing through a paper on the genetics behind personality traits and major psychological disorders... and I realize, for someone as unscientific as myself, this is about as close as I will ever come to being scientific or doctorish. Almost a pity really, because this stuff is actually really interesting, minus all the dull memorizing business, and the chemisty. I'm not cut out for chemistry. I accidentally blow things up.

Had to give up my Wicked ticket for this weekend because of the sheer amount of work that needs to be completed. It's probably for the better, seeing as I have yet to read the book. It might be a good idea for me to do that first.

*sighs* This has been... a tough day. But it's just like the Energizer bunny - gotta keep going and going and going.

I survived Lent! 

Minus the fact that I'm not really Catholic, nor really religious at all, I thought I would take on Lent this year just to see if I could actually pull it off... not to mention that I bought a graduation dress that I need to fit into in less than six weeks, and Lent would be added motivation to my diet and exercise regime. In any case, bye-bye fast food... for a whole 40 days. No McDonalds, no Wendys, no Burger King, no nothing. Given the fact that spring break fell right in the middle of all this, the fact that I made it through is downright amazing. Normally, I don't exactly care for fast food anyway, but with late night classes, little time to cook, and a variety of other excuses, it's just easy to sneak that stuff into my daily eating habits. Forgetting a little indiscretion in early March... in my defense, I had a very hard midterm the next day and hadn't eaten in hours... we don't count that Jack in the Box excursion, but besides that, it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. Once I forgot that I wasn't allowed to have fast food, and actually stocked my fridge with real food, it got a lot easier. 

I did celebrate with a chocolate milkshake and breakfast at Denny's today. And perhaps some ice cream from Baskin Robbins... but that dress is still hanging in my closet, so hopes are high that it was only a celebratory occasion and not going to become a daily thing again.

Someone needs to teach me the art of riding a bicycle while wearing a skirt. I don't know how the sorority girls do it.

My bottle of Aquafina water is both calorie-free and sodium-free. It is printed on the label, just in case, you know, I was afraid it would make me fat.

House and Vancouver Island? SWEET. I knew House had a soft spot for Canadians (that just might be wishful thinking).

Hmm, there were a bunch of things that made me laugh today, except I really can't remember any of them. Maybe they weren't as funny as I originally thought they were. The more likely scenario is that years of multitasking and copious amounts of television have rotted my brain, my memory in particular. Thus, I really need to start jotting things down.

So Rory Gilmore "graduated from Yale" on the front steps of Bovard. Twice. Apparently she didn't walk across the stage properly the first time. It was fun watching them film, although it sidetracked me from getting stuff done during my afternoon off.

I'm making a bet with myself that I can't write a post at least 3-5 times a week in this thing for this coming month. I'm not quite sure who'll win, but I could use the motivation to get the creative, write-for-fun-instead-of-monotonous-schoolwork-that-goes-unappreciated juices flowing.

Sadly this first post to fulfill aforementioned bet will be short. Thankfully, I didn't impose a word count minimum on myself. That would just be a little too much. Tired. Very tired, even though I did not sake-bomb tonight when we all went sake-bombing. Somehow, I guess that defeats the purpose. It might have to do with an unfortunate evening with beer that I care to never remember again which keeps me from drinking the stuff except in minimal quantities. Or y'know... one of us had to remain sober enough to drive. Although it turned out to be very weak beer, so a good number of us were sober by the end of the evening. Except this was really okay since we ended up playing N64 in someone's living room and I gave up my stance on non-violence. Turns out that video games bring out the inner 12-year-old in me. Except it's that poor little 12-year-old who keeps trying and trying, but never quite gets the hang of manouvering a controller. Thankfully, I'm a 20-year-old who is more than capable of trash-talking her opponents to keep them from realizing her ineptitude.

*yawns* when did I become old enough that 2 is a very late night?