I've had a pretty good 24 hours.

David Cook won American Idol, and no, I haven't been listening to his iTunes singles all day.  I'm not obsessed or anything.  If I was obsessed, I would have watched YouTube videos of his performances all day.  But, see, my computer's sound isn't working.  Thank God I'm not obsessed.

Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of ( Read more... )

For the past few days, I have been relentlessly productive.  I wake up early, get shit done, and still manage to have a good time.  Of course, this "shit" that "gets done" mostly consists of the deep cleansing of our pantry, tossing out old clothes, getting all vaccinated, cooking/eating, and working out, rather than facing the music and writing my ( Read more... )

It's a known fact that I am a bit emotional when it comes to the films.  Since I was small and The Little Mermaid evoked "happy tears" in its final scene, I have always been the one people look to in the theatre to see if I'm crying.  Granted, over the years, my skin has thickened.  Disney movies no longer get me choked up and it takes an ( Read more... )

My brain is full.

It's full of dates and obligations.  Names and places.  Bills to pay, emails to write, phone calls to make.  Full of pharmacology and pathophysiology and nursing interventions.  Full of what I want to do, what I have to do, what people are expecting me to do.  Crammed with doubt.

Doubt that has me feeling glued to the floor with ( Read more... )

As I told Ashley following our 27 Dresses date, if I was sixteen I'd put pictures of this guy up all over my room.  But, I'm twenty-two, not sixteen, and therefore I will post pictures of him all over my blog instead.


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Ten days into 2008, I've:

• recovered from a champagne high
• seen two awesome movies with a friend
• had a couple drinks with a new friend
• stood up for myself and ignored the silly girl in me
  
• made new friends at work

What do huge, 50 minute interval training runs, crocheting, and John Cusack movies have in common?

They all have the capacity to rid me of the previously mentioned ennui.  Somehow, with this lethal combination of endorphins, a metric shit ton of pink yarn for an afghan, and a RomCom, I no longer feel the need to light a candle and listen to Damien ( Read more... )

Every once in a while, I can't sleep.  My mind just doesn't turn off and no matter what I do, I remain wide awake, tossing and turning for hours.  Unfortunately, this came on one extremely inopportune time last night, as I was scheduled to work today.  Not to mention, about an hour into my attempt to snooze, my poor sister's supposed cold turned ( Read more... )

What I Have Learned This Week:

1. I am a flexitarian.
2. It's difficult to get excited about Christmas when you're:
    a. working very long days
    b. all alone
    c. with cold
    d. every time you walk outside some crazed soccer mom is trying to mow you down with their minivan because O.M.G. the toy story has like ONE Bratz doll left for Sally and ( Read more... )

You know that scene in You've Got Mail when Meg Ryan's bookstore was just closed down and she was sick at home with a cold and a temperature and Tom Hanks brings her flowers?

Where the eff is my Joe Fox?  I mean, sure I'm super unattractive when sick, my nose could rival Rudolf's in the Shiny Nose Contest, my apartment is resembling Kathleen Kelly's ( Read more... )