I'm a slacker.

So I'm sorry I haven't been writing entries for this blog lately, second semester has certainly picked up and I will probably be swamped for the remainder of the semester, but hopefully I'll get better at balancing everything and be able to add my beloved blogging into the mix. Today I had my first snow day here at Clark, because before today all of my crazily dedicated professors have showed up for every single solitary class, much to my chagrin. I am mostly just looking forward to this weekend, because my brother is coming to visit, along with my dear Rui and Simone, and I'm looking forward to how amazing this weekend is going to be seeing those three who I haven't seen in months for Richard and Rui, and weeks for Simone, but weeks is still far too much to be separated from them. I can't wait. This weekend should be amazing. This weekend is getting me through this week, it is the wonderful cherry on top of a very mediocre sundae.
So I signed onto my email today and looked at the emails from sites such as Live Nation and Ticketmaster that send me notifications for upcoming shows, and this time they were sending me one for an upcoming Peter Bjorn and John show, and this was the picture they used. Not only did that make me wholeheartedly decide to NEVER frequent a Peter Bjorn and John concert, it made me feel a little guilty inside for jamming to Young Folks by them so hard. That poor baby. What horrible marketing.
Well they lost a (to begin with) fair-weather fan!
I'm sure my little stance will totally make a difference in this world. But if not, at least it'll make me feel better. That baby is too cute to be held upside down. Not a fan. Rant over.

Probably the only drink I would drink.

Source: TGI Friday's

3/4 ounce Irish whiskey
3/4 ounce Bailey's Irish Cream
3/4 ounce green creme de menthe
2 scoops vanilla ice cream (I might do chocolate...)
1/2 cup crushed ice

Blend ingredients in a blender until smooth. If desired, garnish with whipped topping and green creme de menthe.

I was fantastically productive today.

So I woke up at 8:30, went to work for three hours, then had classes for the next three hours, and from right when I got out of class until now I have been working on answering all of the exam/study guide questions for Chapter 1 for my Cultural Psychology class...which ended up being 5 hand-written pages. And I also cooked myself a delicious dinner of Fettucini Alfredo with chicken and stuffing. And now I have to read two chapters of my sociology book, but it's only 7pm and I have plenty of time, so I thought I'd give myself a break to blog a bit. Currently I am listening to The Decemberists' new cd The King is Dead to prepare myself a bit more to hear their new material at their concert this Friday, which I am EXTREMELY excited for. I just hope they play Mariner's Revenge, Chimbley Sweep, and The Legionnaire's Lament. Those are my top wishes...I may not get any of them because they are all off of relatively early cds, and they probably will want to mostly play their new stuff. I'll still be fine with it because every single Decemberists show I've been too have all been amazing, and I can't see this one being any different.
Ach I've been so productive today and even so I still have a lot of reading to do! I should probably go start that...

Best Job Ever?

So I am sitting at my desk at work as I have been for the last 20 minutes with nothing to do, and I finally realized...I might as well blog. My boss is very quirky and lively, and I have time to blog, and do homework, and read...so this job is alright in my book. But waking up at 8:30 is a bit rough, but I'll manage.
So because I don't have classes until noon or later everyday I've decided that I need to start exercising...and so the mornings that I do not have work I will go to the gym, so Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. We'll see if this works out. Starting tomorrow I'm going to wake up at 9:30, go to the gym for an hour, and still have time to shower and be ready for class at 12. I NEED to start exercising. I haven't in a long time...and I want to get into the swing of it because I know once I do I'll be doing it on a much more regular basis. However, the hard part is just getting out of this comfortable slump of doing nothing to finally getting off my lazy arse in the morning to go do it.
Anyways, I have Human Sexuality at 12 today right when I get out of work, and then right after that I have Statistics, and then I am done for the day. Not too bad of a Monday, it could be worse. I'm super hungry though and I don't know if I'll be able to slip in some time in between my two classes in the 10 minute break I have to grab lunch. I sure hope I can because classes seem to double in length when I'm starving. MMM I wish I saved the rest of my pasta and brocolli from last night for lunch today, but alas I will have to eat the shitty Clark food for today because I didn't leave myself enough time to cook something. It's fine, for dinner I'll make up for it by making pasta AND those delicious breaded chicken pockets with stuffing inside.
Until later, the boss lady is coming in.

Earplugs are heavenly.

So, dealing with the annoying people that inhabit the room outside of my dorm room at all hours of the night, it is surprising to me that it has taken me this long to think of investing in earplugs, but I finally did yesterday and slept through an entire night of Dan's loud snoring, AND I just did all of my homework with them and it it made it so much easier to concentrate. Of course when I told my mother about them and how they will hopefully help me sleep she immediately acted like wearing them over night is harmful...because my mother thinks everything is harmful. I have lived with this throughout my entire life so I have learned by now to Google these things instead of just taking her worry wart word for them (sorry Mom, love you). When I googled my question I saw this response in one of the yahoo answers, and I laughed the entire time. I have never seen somebody get this excited for something such as...ear plugs, and I found this hearty response completely hilarious:

"I LOVE MY EARPLUGS! I buy them by the HUNDREDS! I use them not just for sleep, but they're great for concentration, meditation, focusing, reading, sleeping or just ignoring rude people!

As a limo driver I work all kinds of strange shifts.

Example: Last night I was with a group of 21 years olds partying in NYC until 8 in the morning! Last weekend I was in Atlantic City at the Borgata Casino until 10 am!

When I get home to sleep, I don't want to be bothered by phones and peddlers and car alarms and sirens, etc.

When I slide in a pair of foam ear plugs in, it's like entering a quiet room. It's awesome!

Safe? Heck yeah! I can carry on a conversation with anyone, hear the alarm, watch TV, etc. You can be sure I'd hear any emergency noises.

Only TWO drawbacks that I can think of:
1) my sweet, sexy BabyDoll of a girlfriend doesn't like them. She feels insulted/ignored/offended.
2) The quieter it gets out there, the noisier is (sometimes) gets inside your head! (No, not psychotic voices, dummy!) I mean like songs, thoughts, breathing sounds, etc.

OH! One more thing! I find that they also reduce all kinds of background noise that we usually tune out. This in turn reduces stress, promoting a greater sense and state of well-being!

STICK IT IN YOUR EAR!"

It took me 2 1/2 hours to outline the first chapter of my Statistics book but I understood ALL OF IT. Disregard the fact that I've taken a year of AP Stat, alright? I suck at math and this was an accomplishment for me. Now I'm just trying to organize myself for the week and I'll probably read a bit and go to bed, but not before STICKING IT IN MY EAR.

I promise this isn't going to turn into a Martha Stewart-esque blog, but...

So for the past week or so I have been boycotting Clark's cafeteria food like the plague, only eating there when I have to. And so I have been having to provide my own food, and although living off of cheese and hummus and bread and crackers and cereal has been kind of wonderful (OH and also this delicious frozen chicken with broccoli baked inside of it that you buy frozen and put in the oven for 32 minutes and VOILA deliciousness)...it's not a very self-sustaining diet so I have decided that I want to learn how to cook. I will most likely be posting my many failures and the few lucky successes that are bound to occur with enough trial and error. Every weekend I'm going to try out one new recipe and sometimes during the week if I have time. I am really banking on the fact that whatever I make will be loads better than the cafe food..I hope it is at least. Nothing really could be worse.
Today I was looking through my closet and found this sweater that I bought a while ago because I loved the fabric...but the flamboyant sleeves just make me cringe and I have put it on many times...planning to wear it for the day, but I always end up taking it off after a few gances in the mirror because of the horrid sleeves:


Yeah.... it speaks for itself. But today I had the sudden urge to fix these sleeves once and for all so I could put it on in the morning and actually make it out the door in it. So I cut off the ends of the sleeves (which felt very liberating) and folded it in and tried to hand sew it...but after about 20 minutes of realizing it was pretty futile and horribly done I enlisted Maddy's help with her magical sewing machine and this was the result:


What before was a sweater with awful sleeves at an awkward length is now a normal looking 3/4 length sweater that is wear-able, and I love it. Successful day.
Now to stop avoiding Statistics and go outline Chapter One.

Sex.

"'You're so beautiful,' he whispered. 'I want a picture of you like this with your face flushed and your lips wet and shiny.' ...He tore open a foil packet he'd retrieved from his pocket. Mesmerized, she watched him sheath himself, amazed at how hard he was. She reached out to touch him, but he moved back, made sure she was ready, and then slid neatly inside her, so deeply she gasped. She contracted her muscles around him, and he closed his eyes and groaned, the sound so primal, it made her skin tingle."


This is the opening paragraph of my textbook for my Human Sexuality class. What a score of a class! ...Well I'm off to read that, OBVIOUSLY.