Tip of the day: Don’t smash your face!

It's only Wednesday, but I'm pretty sure that I have already summed up my entire fall semester. Of course I haven't had my Liz Bloch-Smith class yet or my nonfiction workshop yet so my tune will probably change by tomorrow, plus I haven't started field hockey, pep band or hockey yet either. Today however, my fall semester looks like it is going to be very nice. I just wish I could get my sleep schedule down to where it needs to be. Lately I've either been having too little sleep pr too much. Last night I fell asleep fairly early (before 11pm) and then woke up promptly at 6am. I tried to fall back to sleep and then almost overslept my class. It's frustrating, but it's better than the usual beginning of the year pregnancy scare (no worries mom, it's always from irrational stress not the other reason).

I'm a couple weeks into P90X now and I am pleased to say that I have successfully made it through all of Phase One's workouts without having to stop and take a break. Now I do have full intensity through all of them. Plyometric definitely kills and by the end I am barely getting off of the floor, but I can get all of the way through it and maintain ballet feet too. Go me. I'm not really sure how school is going to affect my Tony Horton time other than that I know it's going to take a hit. I've been able to manage it with work and weekend fun, but throw in school too and I'm going to struggle. It's all good as we Purnells say or no worries like my Hebrew Friend will tell you.

In other news I am up to twelve pairs of lacies. I know it's a random segue from school to underwear, but these are the things that are on my mind right now. I got three from Hailey while I was at work. After I got them I spent the rest of the shift showing them off (not on) to all of the hostesses and made Take Out Boy watch over them until I was finished waiting tables. The other day I dragged a friend in with me when I picked out another set. He actually came in willingly and then spent most of the time amusing himself with the body sprays. My friend was helpful in picking out colors though, it was very nice of him.

Today's band: The Boxer Rebellion
Today's book: The Portable Dorothy Parker
Today's nail color: Stiletto Red 

Yanti Parazi

It's not true, but maybe if you say it real fast it might be. This weekend is the weekend of all weekends: the last weekend of summer and Irene. It's true, summer is over and I am sad to see it go. I have spent many a lovely day on the beach or with friends and many a night out drinking at the bars. Lucky for be I jumped back on the exercise train early enough that I have not only avoided a beer gut (gross),  but I have also lost some weight (go me!) I am looking forward to fall though. I recently received an email from school notifying me that I have somehow achieved enough credits to have senior status and that I must remember to fill out my intent to graduate form as soon as possible. Let's be real though, I WILL forget.This weekend is also the weekend that hurricane Irene is supposed to ravage the east coast. My mother has already contacted me about leaving Philadelphia and I have already politely declined invitations from relatives to journey further into the state to get away from the storm. If I didn't have to work and the fact that there is an entire state in front of mine to protect me from the watery typhoon I would have gladly accepted. I like LC every now and again. Lucky for me Mary Ann and Lance will be visiting in a few weeks and we can hang out in the LCs then.

I really find it funny that the National Weather Service named a hurricane Irene in the first place. Irene is Greek for peace. I know this because Ms. Knapp's middle name was Irene and during "Ms. Knapp tells a fact" time she told us about how she used to hate her middle name until she learned that it was Greek and meant peace. Kind of like how I used to hate my middle name. I'm not a cookie people! Anyways I'm not worried about weather, because after all it's just weather. It comes and it goes and if there's any damage left in it's wake you clean it up and move on. I'm just worried about parking my car too close to a tree or the power going out for too long and spoiling all of the food that I don't have in in my fridge. If I'm lucky work will be closed and school will be canceled on Monday. I can only wish.

Looks ειρηνικό from space, right?

I had an excellent girls night last night. I went over to a friend's house with Marg and we had dinner and watched a movie and just got caught up on our lives since we had last seen each other. All three of us have been friends since freshman year when we lived in the hotel together and even though there have been times when we have been less close or completely separated by distance, we still try to carve out some time to spend together and be a part of each other's lives.

We watched Something Borrowed last night. It was cute movie about going for it and not letting people get in the way of doing what is right and what you want. It also about making up for missed opportunities. The best part was John Krasinski though. Everyone else love Colin Egglesfield and he Tommy Hilfiger looks and Connecticut waspy-ness, but since I've always been partial to Jim I had to side with John. Overall I liked the movie (I'm a sucker for romantic crap like that), but I am on the fence about reading the book, hopefully it was better than the movie.

Now since it is the weekend and I never get around to blogging after a night of work and drinking, I will leave you with this little gem:

Awesome, I know. Until Monday my fellow school chums. 

And if you feel just like a tourist in the city you were born, then it's time to go and define your destination. There's so many different places to call home.

I had an epic day at the beach today. EPIC DAY! It started off slow because someone forgot to get up this morning. I mean honestly, who forgets the last beach day of the summer? Anyways  once we got on the road and actually got there it was amazing. The sunny was out and there was a strong breeze to keep the heat down. Unfortunately the wind was a little too strong for frisbee, but now that it's school time we can play on the fields. Woo woot. The water was perfect though. After the initial shock of the cold water against my skin I hated to get out. The current was a little too strong for me to be comfortable swimming alone so I had to keep getting out when Yonni did, but eventually I just said fuck it and went in. Apparently the bear's fur is just for aesthetics because he kept getting cold in the water. The trick: just stay below the surface. Afterwards we made a quick stop to the uncle's to return the beach chair that has been living in the back of my car all summer. I get to keep the key though. Coming down we saw White Castle off of 37 and decided to Harold and Kumar it there later. Since Yon is nice and dark I am left to be Harold. Yipee. White Castle is not as good as I remember it being from when I was younger and it's no surprise that Lance hasn't eaten there in thirty years. And to top it off none of the Harold and Kumar movies are instant on Netflix. Despite that small setback and two cups of milky sugary coffee from Dunkin' I had a really nice ride back to the city with Yonni and I'm decently tuckered out that I might get a good night's sleep for a change. I'm sad that there won't be anymore beach days for a while, but I'm glad that I was able to end the summer with a satisfiable bang. Next week classes start.

Sweet potato fries?

After raiding my parent's DVD collection back home I have rediscovered my love of The O.C. What a great show about one of the most pointless places on the planet. Somehow FOX knew that people would be obsessed especially when they're from a small, cold New England town. My entire high school was captivated by this show when it was on the air and since it played on FOX you had no excuse not to watch it. My favorite season was the fourth because there was no Mischa Barton. I know the whole premise of the show revolved around but I couldn't stand Marissa Cooper at all.  I was definitely a Summer girl.  Actually I was a Seth Cohen girl. That character was my dream guy and the peak of Adam Brody perfection. The fourth season was also when Ryan finally got himself a decent and very hot haircut.

I got my first email from the school reminding me to fill out my intent to graduate form and remember to pick up my cap and gown in a few weeks for senior photos. Ugh. This blows, but it also means that the days are finally counting down until when I am done with school and off to see the world somewhere else. I had a mini chat with a friend today about where I would go. I don't think that he is keen about e packing up and leaving because he kept saying that I could stay here and work or go to grad school. Sometimes I think he doesn't know what to do with me. I'm not like a lot of the other people that he can put in a box and know where they're always going to be. I'm more like a caged bunny that rattles around in the box and knocks other stuff down or like a square peg in a round hole. There's not a very good definition out there for me. I need to get out of here for a little while, but for the first time I actually admitted out loud that I wouldn't mind returning to Philadelphia (or the greater area) to go to school or work once I've had an adventure or two. Sometimes I just wish I could pack people up and take them with me. For now though I need to focus on school and remember to fill out my intent to graduate form on time. 

Anger as soon as fed is dead, tis starving makes it fat.

I got a very rested but very interrupted sleep last night. Last night I worked out and then read for a little while and then when I was trying to fall asleep the girly cramps kicked in full force. Now ladies you know what I'm talking about, the ones that are full body and crippling. The ones that come in waves like labor pains and have put me off childbirth forever and ever. If you're one of the lucky women out there that has no idea what I'm talking about I envy you. While my body was in the throes of agony I chatted up one of my friends. Not the best idea talking to a boy when all you want to do is rip out your uterus. The poor guy tried to be sympathetic, but all I heard was "thank god I'm a boy." Well poo poo on you.

Around 4am I was awakened by something. I'm not sure if it was the storm, the cramps, or something else, but I was up. For some reason I also had the need to check my email, since it hadn't been working earlier and was slightly disturbed by an actually nothing sort of email. In my paranoid state however, I was so freaked out that I couldn't fall back asleep until about 6am. I have problems, I know. Anyways while I was awake I texted a friend about my paranoia over the email and now I'm pretty sure he's ready to commit me to the nut house. I can't help it, I fear confrontation.

In between getting a little more sleep and going to work I decided not to work out (totally regret that now) and instead watch the new episode of Wilfred. Jason Gann is officially going on the potential husband list. Seriously he is brilliant as a man in a dog costume. The show has definitely made me want to get my Siberian husky sooner than later and now I want to play frisbee all of the time. Someone please play frisbee with me!

I just realized that I have start school in ten days which means that I only have one more official week to go to the beach. Total sad face right now. I need to plan this one carefully too because there's so much going on in the office and I don't want to spend the last beach week alone on the beach so I have to make sure my beach buddy is available and all that jazz. SO much planning goes into this, argh!

Next time you're in Upper Darby you better let me know. I'm about to get laid off and I live with my mom.

The heartland of Uzbekistan is the Fergana Valley. Located across most of the country, this valley is extremely fertile and protected by mountains at the north and at the south. Two rivers run through the valley supplying life to area. Once part of the Northern Silk Road, it sustains the country's silk industry. It is a beautiful part of a often overlooked country in western Asia. I want to go to Uzbekistan and see the Fergana Valley. I want to stay in a yurt and hike through the mountains and travel along the rivers.

Fergana Valley

I just got back recently from a trip to Ocean City, NJ with my Hebrew Friend to see some friends who are staying at the shore for the week. It was the perfect day for the shore. Completely flawless skies and just the right amount of waves to go swimming and body surfing. We left the city early and were able to have a full rich day in Jersey. The shore was not too crowded, kind of like going to the Park on a weekend when the state park is too full to get into. We were all able to swim (those of us that actually like water), read, rest, and play Frisbee. Hebrew Friend taught me to play football though I still need some help with my catching and aim. He and I are going to have to go throw a ball around when I get back from Vermont (I'm not terribly excited about driving home alone tomorrow evening). Mini golf and pizza concluded our day and I did get a chance to see Chem Anna in action at the coffee shop. On the way home I nearly fell asleep, but then had a extremely enlightening experience with a friend. 

Yes I was with this person and yes he wore socks and shoes on the beach.

This time last year Chem Anna began her senior freak out. She would unexpectedly cry and fret about the idea of leaving school and getting into grad school. She had a hard time letting go of her safety net and preparing for the scariness of the real world. I though she and my other senior friends were crazy for crying about leaving school. They were only nine months away from no more homework. I thought that they should be celebrating and not mourning. Now that it's my turn, I feel even less prepared and successful than Chem Anna and some of my other friends who recently graduated. I just cry and cry at unexpected moments about school and the paths I've taken and how my life is going to turn out at the end of the next nine months. I'm scared about graduating especially since I will only have been working at my chosen major for three semesters. I don't have enough material for a portfolio to send to graduate schools and I haven't started studying for the GREs. I'm also terrified about leaving because I don't know where I'm going and I know I can't go home. I also don't want to leave my best friend. For the first time I have someone that I am unconditionally close to and I'm not quite prepared to put any distance between us. When I was in Vermont last time Lance said some very sage words to me: "Most choices aren't wrong, they're just not right." The decisions that I've made may not have been the best or the wisest for me but they've led me to finding a passion or two and to Yonni and to new skills. I'm just waiting for when I can start making the right choices the first time around. 

I can't believe that he paid for everyone, who ever heard of a rich nurse?

So I just read the syllabus for my next class that begins in two weeks and I am unbelievably excited about it. The class is on writing non-fiction shorts and is being taught by Spinner. I've never had her, but we've interacted quite frequently over this past semester, first when I tried to see if I could go on her Chile study tour and we discussed our love of Allende and South American literature and Norberg I couldn't go because of time and cost, but it turned out that the trip had to be canceled and now she's teaching this online course that I'm in. The other times that we've spoken were about course registrations and where to find a stapler in the English department (a lot harder than it should be, but also how I've become friendly with Fr. Brennan). Spinner also runs the Writing Center and is really enthusiastic about what she does, so I'm pretty excited to be taking her even if it is an online class. I've never taken one before, but Marge swears by them and I am looking forwards to not having to be chained to a classroom for eight weeks.

I got to go outside today during work to run errands and it ended up being a struggle for me to want to come back into the building. It is so nice and hot and sunny outside right now, that I am practically counting down the seconds to Monday when I can be back on the beach. I did run into Tom while I was running errands and he informed me that I can pick up my portfolio at anytime, so I'm going to email him about it next week. I can't wait to get it and see what he had to say about my final pieces. I did really well in the class (better than I thought I would) and I want to see what he had to say about everything. Running errands also gave me a chance to see the construction that is going on around campus. There is a lot of it all over the place, most of it away from where I work and have class so I don't see the progress so regularly. It is crazy how torn up everything is right now and how many trees and green spaces have been torn up to make way for all of the construction, I'm really hoping that these buildings turn out nice because all I want is a turn field on Maguire and a few more trees, not the Learning Center, which will just be a glorified computer lab and and place for students to nap in between classes.

My parents have taken off for Lancaster and I have three days of Bucca, starting tonight. Samantha is in Florida slowing burning the layers of skin off of her body and no one has been out in the boat yet this summer.




The title is a shout out to my mom. It's from Nurse Jackie.

She looks like someone who gives ear drops to old cats.

This morning I went and had brunch at Yonni's house with Cynthia and as a nice surprise Kyle came over and joined us. For a really long while Kyle was just Yonni's super best man friend that we would hear about at Borders and then a couple of weeks ago Cynthia and I got to hang out with him and ever since we love Kyle. It's not quite Yonni-status love, but it's getting there, though his negativity towards (500) Days of Summer and comic book movies lost him half a point. Apparently Yonni has never cooked French toast before, because he called me yesterday to ask what kind of bread to use and he even looked up a recipe online. I told him to make sure that the bread slices were thick enough that they wouldn't get too soggy and fall apart in the batter and he definitely took my words to heart because when I showed up the French toast was almost three inches thick. Kyle kept referring to it as Texas sized, they were that big. I brought over some maple syrup that I brought back from Vermont and that opened up a whole discussion on sugaring. My friends found the whole process fascinating and the fact that it takes 40 gallons of sap to produce one gallon of syrup. I need to take them up to Vermont in March when the sap runs and take them to Trapp Family Lodge sugaring house. I really prefer the Coty's house in Nebraska Valley, but at Trapp's you get to ski or snow shoe in, have sugar on snow while you watch the process and then after there are dill pickles and cider donuts. It's a really fun time that is a better experience than what it sounds like on the page.

It's been a slow day at work and sitting in my office chair makes me want to take a nap especially now that it is dark and raining out. I'm hoping that the rain slows before I leave here because I don't want to have to trudge through the rain and then sit in class all night all damp and uncomfortable. I really want to go for a run between work and class, but I've go to finish the readings and our first trial paper. My professor said that she isn't counting this first paper as a grade, but since I have no idea who to do the format that she wants I need to do and then have her pick it apart for me so that I know what she's is looking for for next week. This class is terrible. Usually my summer classes are fun and don't take the teacher a full three hours to teach a lesson. This professor is boring and loves to take up all of the time that she can even if she's not talking about anything class related. It's only six weeks, but  now I can't go to the Matt and Kim concert and I've had to sell my ticket on stubhub. Really really not happy about that.

I'm thinking I might go running after class. It will most likely be an inside run, but that means I can work on my pace today. I also want to get to bed early tonight or at least be inside earlyish tonight so that I remember to wake up in time for breakfast at work tomorrow. That's the only plus about the office on Friday's - graduate food. I'm also going out after work. I don't care if I'm super hungover Saturday morning, I just have to sit in a chair and I get to wear jeans. I asked Merrie what she's up to, but for someone who has been waiting three years to finally go out, she most often sits at home so it will probably be Anna who comes with me and it will most likely be late which means little sleep for Sidney so by the time Saturday night roles around there is a good chance that I will be passed out on Yonni's porch and Kyle will draw marker pictures on my face. Yonni intervene to God that I make money this weekend and make sure you eat that fruit. It will boost your immune system so that you don't have to take the cough medicine that your mummy probably hid from you. Also Cynthia, let's go dancing next week.

Ode to Fusco

I got up, I didn't want to.
I have a cold, a sore, throat, my muscles still hurt,
But I still got up.
And you weren't there.
We waited and waited, some sitting, some standing.
I knelt on my knees, praying to be cancelled.
You came and the door was locked.
I swear I saw some people walk away, but I stayed.
Not for you, but for:
Chopin
Robinson
Howells
James....the list continues

And of course the Manet you couldn't hang because the tape wouldn't unravel for you.
We're not eight anymore, standing between a poster is no longer fun.
But now neither is listening to you and your self-proclaimed boring lectures.
You stare at me, right into my sleepy eyes.
Why do I always have to sit in the front row?
Mick speaks and I can see the boredom in even your eyes.
I'm quick to answer the trivia:
en plein air
Ten Little Indians
Shot by his own men.

My only class of the day and I still got up.
The abandoned perfect paragraph you forgot about is still in my notebook,
And your indecipherable writing is all over my paper.
I'm nodding, I'm gone, my glasses are on my desk.
The clock hand continue their path and I am out of there.
See you on Thursday.

Why so sleepy?

Snap, crackle, pop, FUCK! I hate that it's 11pm and I have all of this energy. Where was it this morning when the rain and cold made me sleepy and want to lay in bed all morning? I have l'hockey in the morning and I've tasked Lauren with making sure I come pick her up in the morning. The only thing that's motivating me is that this is out last morning practice of the semester and the idea of the super hot steamy shower that I plan on taking for a long while to warm up after power skating with Guy (pronounced Gee). Oh man that sounds good. Writing this is making me sleepy thank god and I can't believe that this is the second time this week that I've posted three times in a day. Writing this blog is the new vacuuming when it comes to procrastination. Guess who won't be going out tomorrow night since she didn't write her fiction piece today. Not that I really enjoy going out Thursdays anyways. It's too much after being up since 4am and having to get up again on Friday. I'll go out Friday when I'll have a chance to better enjoy my friends' company. Love my friends, especially some of my work friends. In fact I think I actually like my new work friends than some of my other friends that have been kind of lame recently. I should start reevaluating the people I have in my life and start separating myself from the people that haven't been very good for me. Poo, I love my friends, I don't really want to have to do that, but I need to take care of me first.

On a happier note I have become obsessed with all things that feel soft and fluffy on my nose when I get cold and sleepy. These soft items include the fuzzy lamb skin I keep in bed, nice smelling chest hair on attractive men, and flannel sheets. So if you know of anything or anyone that is incredibly soft, I am taking applications for the next cold and rainy day.

MUST MUST get some sleep tonight!

Case of the Mondays? Not me.

Father Feeny always asks us if we have the Mondays when he sees us all lined up outisde of Journalism and not looking super excited to be there. Father Feeny is the type of teacher who is always excited to talk about English and his classes and he always wants to know if we're having a good time. Of course when our teacher is fifteen minutes late to class you tend to not get super excited about having to stand in the hallway. Today was not a Case of the Mondays kind of day. It was raining which put a mild damper because I was so comfortable in bed. I looked like a giant star all limbs in all directions under my comforters and through the open window I could hear the rain pelting the side of the building. It was really relaxing and I had to push myself to get out of bed and to the car where I discovered that I had left a window open and the front door unlocked. Miraculously nothing was stolen or wet. You know that's it's going to be a good day when the stupid things you do end up being perfectly fine.

I got to school early so I could work on my sound/slide project. I took a chance in the Maguire parking lot and low and behold it was nearly empty. At 9am people usually have to fight for a spot. With the weather I guess not too many people wanted to go to class. Weather like this also keep security from checking for parking permits and so I end up without getting ticketed. Last night I got an email saying Creative Writing was going to be cancelled. I was a little disappointed because it's one of my more likeable classes, but I used the time to hang out with Eanan in the Perch. I haven't seen him or Devin or Andi lately because I've been busy and don't have a lot of time on the weekends to do anything during the day. We only have a little more than a month of school left in the semester so I'll be able to hang out with Andi then. Miss that girl.

I have my job orientation later this evening. Nervous/excited like I said before to see how it goes. It will be fine of course M said he might be in for dinner and I always find it weird to see for employers at new jobs. It always like, "Hey this is what I left you for!" Not really a big deal if I do. Allyson stopped by work last night and we talked for a while and we definitely agreed that M is totally skeezy sometimes and could stand to lose the shorts. It's not even warm outside. I should make plans to do something with her and Niambi sometime too.

I'm hoping orientation doesn't last more than an hour or two and then I can have my Monday nights free. I used to work Monday nights last semester and even though I haven't had to these past few months I still feel like there is something I should be doing. I'll figure it out, maybe I can get my Mom to buy me a class card for hot yoga. I need something to stretch me out and tone me up. Has anyone done hot yoga and really liked it?

Oh yes I forgot. I've started tracking my weight as a daily affirmation to loose it and to see where my base is and how far I need to go. Does anyone else have any little daily tricks to keep them motivated? I read that it takes about 28 days to build a good habit. I need something to puch me the first 28 days. Also has anyone triend the Be-hot supplements for women athletes from GNC and what do you think?

Almost there.

I'm so close I can almost taste it. I have almost everything packed, I just have to go downstairs and fold my laundry and repack everything and then I will be set. Today was a monster of a day. I have been up since 4am on Wednesday and have been moving nonstop ever since. I briefly fell asleep this morning around 7am and woke up at 7am crying because I convinced myself that I had overslept my 10am midterm. It took me several minutes to realize that I still had two hours before I had to leave for school. I had to rush from my midterm to work because I thankfully switched shifts with The Ballerina. I had to get there early but I was able to leave at 8pm and have since then cleaned, folded, packed and showered and am almost ready for the rest of my family to get here. They're not expected until sometime around 2am or 3am so until they get here I'll just be up doing a little work and watching movies. Not the most exciting Thursday night I've ever had.

I'm thinking that I might not write so much while I'm in the Keys, but instead do a photo blog. Instead of lengthy posts I'll just show pictures of the day and have only a caption or two. I have family and friends that read this so posting daily photos will be much easier than having to call everyone all the time. Pictures are more fun to look at anyways than read some of the stuff than I write.

Book of the Day: Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides. A story about a hermaphrodite growing up in Detroit during the 1960s and the history of how their family carried the mutated gene through the generations.

Song of the Day: Pyro by Kings of Leon. Not their best technically but still sounds good and has been getting a lot of air play.

Shoe of the Day: Green corduroy slip on Keds. 

Wings and weather and Liam Neeson.

Murder, She Wrote on Netflix has become my latest obsession. I used to watch the show with my mom every Sunday when it was on the air and it has alway been a personal favorite of mine. I spent the day watching the second season on my computer instead of clearing the snow off of my car. There wasn't a whole lot of snow, but we still had a delay and I didn't have to go to class. I wanted to sleep in but I couldn't. I haven't been getting good sleep lately, I have a lot of school work to get done before next week's midterms. I hate that I couldn't catch up with sleep, it seems like such a waste of a good Tuesday, especially since Wednesdays are always the beginning of my marathon end of the weeks. Tomorrow I'm hoping I'll actually make it to service. With all of the snow and the key mishaps and my group not having had orientation, I haven't been able to get to any of my service runs down in the city. Hopefully third time's the charm! (Remember don't use exclamation points. They are only reserved for teenaged girl writing. Poor KM)

Tonight I went over to Norristown to meet up with Dre and then we ventured over to Blue Bell to have dinner with Dan. I try to get out there every couple of weeks to see them. I saw CharChar last week so it was time to see the other two. Dre kept making preggo food references at Dan, but it's cool, no preggo eggo yet. I will be excited when Dan does have a child, Little Ball of Laugh needs someone else to play with. I am tons of fun, but he needs someone who is more his height. We went to PJW's for wings and there were a billion teenagers there. It's like a larger version of wing night at the Sunset but without the high school field hockey team trying to eat 200 wings in one sitting so they can get free t-shirts to wear to practice the next day. 

I was watching Chelsea earlier and Emmy Rossum was on. Not a big Emmy fan, but she was plugging her new show on Showtime, Shameless. Showtime airs some of my favorite shows so I'm hoping that it won't disappoint. It also stars William H. Macy and Joan Cusack. Joan's the best ever since her ill fated head gear appearance in Sixteen Candles way back in the 80s. I can't wait to get to time to dig into Shameless. I also say Liam Neeson's Unknown trailer for the hundredth time and I think that that did the trick. I have to see this movie. I just need to find someone to see this movie with. My usual movie going friends don't go to see these types of movies. Quelle dommage!

I'm listening to Atomic Tom and The Toxic Airborne Event. They're the last artists played from a couple of days ago so I've just been listening to them over and over to save on having to make a new play list. I have to make a new one sooner or later, I just download a bunch of new music and I need to get it into my regular playing rotation. The sooner the better too, otherwise I'll forget about it. 

Freezing in the apartment. It's a constant battle with the window and the radiator. The window is usually cracked to keep the heat flowing around the room, but the radiator is inconsistent and it hisses at me when I get to close. So right now I have very cold hands that make it hard to type and is why there're so many errors in my typing tonight. 

Not tired, not good.

So I finished season six of Weeds, got my homework done, made dinner, watched miscellaneous episodes of television that I need to catch up on and am now watching the latest episode of Californication. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I love Showtime. I also love that I'm going to Key West on spring break and when I come home Nurse Jackie will be starting a week or two later.

Key West, I can't wait. It's been a while since I've been all warm inside and out and I am willing to trade my mother's drippy and nostalgic stories about my parent's time in the Conch Republic for that feeling again. I'm even thinking about getting a real bathing suit this time, body image be damned. It's time for me to get tan again like when I was twelve and live in the sun for a summer. I've also been working out and so I figure I can ride the endorphins for a while and won't even notice if I look like a fat ass next to Samantha. I just want to be tan again and not look like Snow White's sickly sister in bed. Either that or I need to go back to having sex with really pale guys.

I did something stupid today. I got bored in theology (I know! Hot viking is boring! Who knew?!) and suffered from a little word vomit, or really texting vomit. Sorry about that, you know who you are if you still read this blog. Ignore it, it's over, I seem to right a lot of open apologies to you but whatever, let's talk about Weeds tomorrow instead of me.

This is nuts I should be asleep right now since I have to get up in five hours but I can't seem to get to sleep. I've been taking something for sleep, but I didn't do it tonight because I knew I would be able to get the required hours of sleep that the dosage requires. I do love those pills. My mother would say I'm on the fast track to addiction, I say that's the detriment of the gene pool she married into. 

Food and Moses.

I get paid this week. I'm so excited because it's been a while since I've had any sort of extra money in my pocket and with my bills paid, that's what I'm going to have. I don't really have a burning need for anything right now but I am going to get a few things for Marg's birthday and maybe keep some cash to go out with some friends this weekend. Maybe even do some extravagant grocery shopping and cook something different. I still have a lot of chicken in my freezer that I need to use up so I'll have to look up some creative recipes. I may even have some friends over to cook with. Cooking with/for people is way better than cooking alone and for one.

I made lunch at home today. Burt my stomach. Weird, but painful. I was making pasta because I needed something quick and when I was draining the pot I moved it in the wrong direction and the water splashed on me and now it looks like I have a strip of sunburn on my stomach.

Other than my lunch burn, today has been rather unexciting. I have other work in a little while and then my Israelite Religion class. It's taught by  doctorate student from Princeton. He's a seven foot ginger viking how dresses impeccably. I took a stealthy picture of him once with my phone and sent it to Marg and if he didn't live in New Jersey I'm sure I would have gotten a late night call to go stalk his house. Marg as a problem that I have not problem fueling usually because it leads me to a Wawa sandwich. After class I'll hit the gym and then head back home to finish homework and make dinner. I have hockey in the morning down at Penn and I told Lauren I'd pick her up.

A bunch of the blogs that I follow are written by girls that are months away from being married and every week there is something new that they post about their wedding plans. It made me think about how I want cake and how much cake I could eat cake during a cake tasting and so I think that I am going to ask my friend Prada to come along as my fiance and help me eat cake. 

Fantastic Day

Today was the best day in a while. It started out super rough, I had intended to stay up all night but then I passed out around 4am and woke up at 7:30 and then fell asleep until 8:40am, way past when I was supposed to get up. I eventually made it to school, got all of my homework done before each class without falling asleep. I even got a chance to exercise, do my laundry, make a real dinner, and give myself a pedicure. I haven't done it in a while, but my brush skills are still pretty intact. I've finished the fifth season of Weeds and will be in bed by 10pm. I haven't done that since last year. Amazing.

Tomorrow I'm thinking if I can get up in time I may go down to Penn and skate during their open freestyle time. I already skate there on Thursday morning for hockey and the rink is not bad at all. I will have to make a trip down to Aston to get my skates cleaned up and get some new hard guards and soakers. I miss figure skating and I haven't been since early high school. It should be interesting to see how bad my flexibility has changed and whether or not my leg muscles can stand up against jumping.

Tomorrow I also get done with class at 11am and intend to go running do some homework and catch up on all of the television that I didn't watch last week. I fully intend to finish season six of Weeds by Wednesday and have all of my homework for Friday completed. This week is going to be a good week ending with me getting paid twice and a super awesome weekend! Plans have yet to be made but I'm just going to go with it. Seven days till Marg's 21st!

Carb Oh! Load.

Tomorrow is hockey down at Penn! Woot! Which means that in a few hours I will either be asleep and dead to the world or I will still up trying to keep myself from falling asleep, which usually never works and I end up over sleeping and missing what I didn't want to miss in the first place. It's a vicious cycle with me. We didn't have practice last week because of the weather, so it's ben a while since I've had to get up very early, which means that tomorrow night at work I will be asleep in the sink while My Hebrew Friend sells all the coffee to all the fine people of Wynnewood and the stupid ass teenagers who have nothing better to do with themselves on a Friday night. It's also going to be the first time that we have music in the locker room to wake everyone up and get them psyched to go out on the ice. Suiting up instantly made everyone a better skater so maybe a little music to pump them up will make them even better. Dear Lord I hope so! The (fun) part about this is that everyone is responsible for making a mix each week. I'm going to have to dig out some stuff but I may have to settle for Surfer Blood or Muse or maybe I'll get My Hebrew Friend to  help me out. He seems to be the expert in loud wake you up happy music that is popular with the masses.

Hebrew Friend, yes you, read Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. It will make you better read. Plus Hunter S. Thompson is really cool like that comment said. I haven't read Hell's Angels yet, but that's supposed to be good too.

I ate carbs for dinner tonight because I have practice in the morning and I'm going to need a little extra energy to get going and now I'm sleeping and want to crawl into bed, a little lame since it's only 9pm, but hey when you have do get up at 4:30am you do what you have to do. On the bright side some of the things in my bed smell a little bit like my perfume which is nice and pretty smelling. Love pretty girly smelling things. I also love Valentine's Day and have been looking for pretty cards for people. Target has already started looking pink and as stocked up on all things chocolatey so as soon as the 15th rolls around I will be in there stocking up on discounted chocolates. And by then I will have money again.

Thundersnow

With Thundersnow raging on outside, and my lack of ice cream inside, I have become rather glum about having to stay inside and do nothing but schoolwork and watch PBS serials on Hulu. I am rather pleased that I found a show called Empires and I am now watching the Ancient Japan mini-series. It's kind of cool and now I want to take a tour of the Japanese countryside. I also would do anything to not have to read the last fifty pages of Daisy Miller, even though it is incredibly easy. I'm being incredibly stubborn and anti-school tonight. Merph. If I were at the house right now Marg and I would be wrapped in blankets smoking cloves on the front steps with Tor and Lee. Or we would have put on every sort of warm piece of clothing that we could find until we looked like homeless snowmen and wandered around campus. We may have even gone over to the Maguire playgrounds and jumped off of the swings into the snow. Either way we would have been having a better time than I am now. Grr stupid snow, and I love love love snow. I have been waiting for ages for Philadelphia to get hit like this. It's just no fun when Marg is trapped five miles away and My Hebrew Friend is another five miles past Marg. Everyone is trapped with six inches and counting of snow and ice on their cars and you can't see more than ten feet in front of your face because of the blowing snow and wind. This morning when I woke up at 7am I was convinced that it was 7am because is was so dark and cloudy and snowy outside. Tomorrow morning I don't have to get up at &am because hockey has already been cancelled and I can stay in bed until 8:30am or 9am.

The best part about tomorrow is that My Hebrew Friend has said that he will get me ice cream at work. Now I am all excited and want it to be tomorrow. I also want to go play in the snow. Does Hebrew Friend like the snow? Also we need need need to watch The Princess Bride sometime soon!