What's the problem, baby?/Maybe I'm in love...
Why do I own 0 albums by the Eels? This is a gross oversight on my part. And once I finish paying all my bills for the summer, I'll see what kind of damage I can do to rectify the situation.
And that said, many of my friends have fled to Mexico in search of a water-born parasite they can call their own. I am sorely vexxed that I am not in attendance as I chose to be an adult. If I have made dr app'ts, I shall not cancel them just to go lay on a beach with my friends in a foreign country where bronzed, god-like (albeit short) men will constantly tell me how lovely and beautiful I am.
Dang, color me having made the wrong decision!
The self-spelunking goes onward. I joined a gym today and bought a pair of cross-trainers (on sale, hoorah!). The nice manager guy at the gym threw in some private training in for free so I wouldn't hurt myself on the machines since I was so clearly terrified of them. Since I recently realized that the exhaustion was not just b/c I've been cranky and was due more to malnutrition (anyone remember when Boda got scurvy?) and lack of exercise, well, it seemed it was "a perfect day for letting go." (Points to whomever gets the song quote.) I took a good look in a full-length mirror I passed the other day and realized I look like the stick bug in "Bug's Life." And I'm too cute to be a skeleton.
I need to start showing up for parties on time, vs after they've happened. Unfortunately, I got to the Laguna pad after 1 a.m. b/c I was out with Chip where we ruminated on our lives, watched "Shrek 2" (3rd time for me), and hassled each other about the lack of open-minded, loony, opposite-gendered Mormon booty. And no, I'm not hooking up with Chip -- we'd generate more baggage. I woke up at 5 a.m. on the leather couch of love and woke Aaron up to go to his bed, then departed for mine. Mmmm, shleepies...
School is over. I bade goodbye to my minions and spent the last day of work in a sleep-deprived haze that not even 50 oz of Diet Coke could rouse me from my little stick pile on my desk. Thankfully, I seem to be more awake now and continue my battle against caffeine (back on the wagon, who knows how long).
buh-bye!
And that said, many of my friends have fled to Mexico in search of a water-born parasite they can call their own. I am sorely vexxed that I am not in attendance as I chose to be an adult. If I have made dr app'ts, I shall not cancel them just to go lay on a beach with my friends in a foreign country where bronzed, god-like (albeit short) men will constantly tell me how lovely and beautiful I am.
Dang, color me having made the wrong decision!
The self-spelunking goes onward. I joined a gym today and bought a pair of cross-trainers (on sale, hoorah!). The nice manager guy at the gym threw in some private training in for free so I wouldn't hurt myself on the machines since I was so clearly terrified of them. Since I recently realized that the exhaustion was not just b/c I've been cranky and was due more to malnutrition (anyone remember when Boda got scurvy?) and lack of exercise, well, it seemed it was "a perfect day for letting go." (Points to whomever gets the song quote.) I took a good look in a full-length mirror I passed the other day and realized I look like the stick bug in "Bug's Life." And I'm too cute to be a skeleton.
I need to start showing up for parties on time, vs after they've happened. Unfortunately, I got to the Laguna pad after 1 a.m. b/c I was out with Chip where we ruminated on our lives, watched "Shrek 2" (3rd time for me), and hassled each other about the lack of open-minded, loony, opposite-gendered Mormon booty. And no, I'm not hooking up with Chip -- we'd generate more baggage. I woke up at 5 a.m. on the leather couch of love and woke Aaron up to go to his bed, then departed for mine. Mmmm, shleepies...
School is over. I bade goodbye to my minions and spent the last day of work in a sleep-deprived haze that not even 50 oz of Diet Coke could rouse me from my little stick pile on my desk. Thankfully, I seem to be more awake now and continue my battle against caffeine (back on the wagon, who knows how long).
buh-bye!