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Yes, yes.  It has been a week since I updated.  I don’t know what to tell you–um.  Sitting at a computer all day and not wanting to do it at night; papers papers papers; doing other things…that works.  No, Toni, I have not gone the way of the magical marshmallows, but thanks for the prompt:  since everybody is wondering, the marshmallows DID finally disappear.  Thank god.  However, how cool/appropriate would it have been for the magical lucky charms marshmallows to still be around…on St. Patrick’s Day?  Hmmm?  Alas, we will never know if I would have been blessed by the toilet charms.  

The good news is this is the last week of class until 13 April, and I am telling you, HOLY HELL it is about time.  These have been the hardest classes for me, and really, aren’t you so tired of hearing me ramble on and on about school?  MY GOD. And I still have…um…let’s see…TEN MORE CLASSES.  After the next two.  Which actually means TWELVE MORE CLASSES. Ugh.  And on top of that I need to study for my next stripe, and OH BY THE WAY, I like to do other things, like NOTHING AT ALL.  I feel like I haven’t left my house in a year, because every other weekend I’m feverishly writing papers and the OTHER weekends I’m trying to catch up on life in general.  

This weekend, for example, we actually hung out as a family, i.e. the girls deemed us worthy enough to appear with us in public.  We did a little shopping, and we caught up on some tv shows, and we went to the movies and saw Watchmen (which, omg, BLUE PENIS).  The girls and I also engaged in some hair-dye fun, although I had to do Lindsey’s hair not once but twice, necessitating an emergency trip to the BX to get more dye.  That’s the same trip that I thought, “Hey!  I should ALSO dye my hair, because: GRAY.  

Poor Lindsey.  She went really dark brown a couple months ago, and wants to go more natural, as in her own light brown/dark blonde.  We picked out a really pretty color that matched her existing roots; however, she unfortunately has a mother who is DUMB ENOUGH to not realize that you cannot turn VERY DARK BROWN hair into not.  Therefore, her roots ended up a gorgeous, rich caramel, while the rest of her hair…glossy black with gold undertones.  Not kidding.  She looked like a calico cat.  It’s fixed now, though!  Because we dyed it all dark brown again!  Because I suck!

Oh also, as I mentioned to John the other day, I think that this constant overcast sky combined with the not leaving the house/SO MANY PAPERS is causing a little bit of anxiety.  It’s not as bad as before, but tends to manifest in ways like, oh…being very short-tempered and impatient and worried.  In other words, I’m sort of a bitch right now.  And yes, this paragraph is totally in reference to nothing about hair dye, but I just wanted to throw that in.

Regarding personality profiles:  OMG I am so sorry that I haven’t gotten to:  Ira’s, Kelly’s, or Scott’s.  Again, if you sent me one and I did not just mention you in one of those three names I just mentioned, I either did not get your quiz, or I deleted it due to poor gmail management skills.  Additionally, if you REQUESTED a quiz from me, and I did not send you one, ask me again, because obviously, I forgot.  Either way, let me know, and we will get everything where it needs to go.

Okay now it’s bedtime, and as I came straight home from work and knocked out two papers and a forum assignment, I have now been on the computer for 16 hours straight.  It is time to disconnect.

Tschuss!!

My back is aching today because I have this current obsession with the recumbent bikes at the gym of all things.  I HATE the recumbent bike!  It doesn’t even feel like a workout!  You just sit there!  Yet these are BRAND NEW machines, with high-tech awesomeness, and I can’t resist it.  I only do 15 minutes after I do my regular time on the elliptical however, because of the aforementioned NOT A WORKOUT.  (Okay, it IS, but certainly not as vigorous as say, running.  I mean, you are reclining.)

Anyway, within about five minutes of sitting on that seat with the piece that juts up into your butt crack?  You know what I’m talking about?  Well, that thing totally makes my right leg go numb, everytime.  I try a hundred different positions, but nothing alleviates the numb.  Also, when I am wiping down the machine all I can think about is the fact that I’m wiping up butt sweat, and how many other people’s butt sweat is caked up on there, and that?  Is seriously disgusting.  I’m never using that thing again!  Except I will, probably, until I’m over it.  

I am moving right along on the personality quizzes–I think I only need to do one more person’s (Scott, that’s you), so if you sent me one but didn’t get results, or if you want to do one and I forgot to send you a quiz, send me another email because you probably got overlooked (accidently, of course).  A few surprises–my dad and I are pretty similar, my mom and Greg are the same to the extent that I had to check to make sure I was grading the right quiz–for real.  But all in all not many people are surprised; I’m telling you, this thing is awesome!

I have this problem right now.  See, Taylor ate Lucky Charms for breakfast the other day, but left half a bowl sitting on the counter soaking in milk all day.  When I got home, I couldn’t think of what to do with this bowl of soggy cereal because we have no garbage disposal, and I felt weird about pouring milk outside (for whatever reason, I DON’T KNOW), so I ended up pouring it all down the toilet.  My toilet, downstairs.  However, when I flushed, the magically delicious marshmallows are magically not going down the toilet.  And they are still there, floating around, two days later, and I am absolutely NOT going in there to fish them out.  I’ve tried…a lot of things, actually, and there has been a lot of flushing, and yet–cheery, pastel marshmallows, swimming around the bowl.  And let me tell you something else:  they are NOWHERE NEAR disintegrating.  After two days in the toilet!  They really are magic!  

Tschuss!!

Did you happen to notice the part in my personality profile that said I need to practice time management?  Did you?  It was there.  

So!  Ha ha!  I have a surprise!  I…didn’t do anybody’s test today, and I won’t be able to do it tomorrow, because tomorrow is every other Sunday and every other Sunday in my world is frantic last-minute paper writing day.  And Kathleen, darling, darling sissyboo, I can’t give you the key because it’s a booklet that I stole am borrowing from my coworker.  

Anyway I just wanted to tell you that.  Oh and also to not waste your time and see Unborn at the movies, because it truly is not scary in any way.  

Tschuss!!