Random Ramblings

that somewhat but not totally encapsulate this past year, from my journal and saved texts. Happy New Year!

1. Where are men finding denim shorts? Yikes. I hate men's denim shorts.

2. I am wearing polka dot socks today.

3. Can't believe I actually dreamed that I was teamed up with Harry and Ron, and was packing food into a backpack because we were on the run from Voldemort. Seriously? Strange.

4. Yep, for whatever reason, my subconscious has the hots for washed-out 90s actors.

5. Have you seen Vh1 lately? I was channelsurfing the other night and had no idea they are still making pop up videos!

6. Fedoras. People in fedoras cannot be trusted.

7. "Heart in a box, what should I put on my sandwich?"

8. I am officially becoming one of those people who drinks pomegranate juice. So trendy.

9. I think today I am the definition of hot mess.

10. I have a cramp in my pinky finger from my golf lesson.

Wierd year. Cheers to another wierd and happy year!

...Lately.

Random list of things that have happened/crossed my mind lately.

1. I love Tina Fey's book, so I thought I would love Mindy Kaling's book, but... well, I don't remember anything from Mindy's book. and I read it two days ago.

2. Apparently it is the law in California that all women wear tights as pants. Even flesh-colored ones. so not cool.

3. I spilled a huge cup of coffee in the produce section of the grocery store. On the one day over Christmas break that I have actually woken up at a decent hour, showered, put on makeup, and real clothes. Of course. The universe was just balancing out.

4. For some reason, people discussing their recipes in the grocery store as "moist" creeped me out. Because the word "moist" is creepy.

5. I am slightly obsessed with any movie or show that Steve Carrell is in. I love him, a lot. Like, too much.

Two Christmas Parties in One Night....

1. meant that I came home with a purse full of homemade lumpia (Filipino food is SO good) and homemade, hand-decorated iced sugar cookies.

2. also means that I left my apartment at 5:15 to get through traffic, and didn't get home until after 2 am. UNHEARD of in my "old married lady" universe.

3. means that I haven't smiled that much in one night in a long time!

4. mean that between the eighteen-million-dozen mini quiches, candy canes, handful of baby carrots, and pita chips, I am the size of a blimp and have a crazy sugar headache this morning.

5. mean that I got to experience hot cocoa with whipped cream and sprinkles ON TOP of a layer of marshmallows. oh yeah. also, see "crazy sugar headache" above.

6. meant that I was actually so caught up in holiday fun that I forgot all about the magazines at home I haven't read yet. I have a social life again! Hurrah!

Now that finals are over...

I don't fall asleep repeating Spanish conjugations to myself.

I don't plan my days activities based on which papers I need to outline and pull quotes for.

I have no excuse for the trash that needs to go out, the pile of laundrey that needs to be folded, or the fridge that really needs to be cleaned out.

I have time to read the magazines I've been getting for the past two months.

there is time for a social life.

but instead, I am sitting on my couch in pajama pants, watching "Bones" reruns and drinking lukewarm coffee.

I have time to finally find the perfect pair of boots, and hit Trader Joe's for ginger snaps.

Christmas Things

that I don't like.

eggnog. it's in the name, I think. Egg (not something I want to drink), nog (what is a nog?) gross.

Carolers. awkward. It's so hard to not make eye contact, because then you have to pretend that you're enjoying the music. but you're not.

mall Santa Claus guys. sitting on a strange man's lap? no thanks.

fruitcake. does anyone actually eat it? I've never seen anyone eat it. It does, however, make an excellent doorstop. or paperweight.

Finished, and not yet Started

I am finished with:

making my own brilliant study guide for Art History

writing my term paper

writing my Spanish composition

cleaning my formerly disgusting kitchen

beginning my laundrey (yeah, finished with beginning, makes no sense, forgive me)

Christmas shopping/wrapping/shipping

my golf lesson for the day

I have not yet begun:

my online Spanish homework

memorizing 100+ images for my art history exam

reviewing notes for my other exams

baking cinnamon rolls for Christmas

meal planning or grocery shopping for any reasonable "real" food

doing any exercise beyond a weekly golf lesson and dragging textbooks up and down the hills of campus

Today...

slept in a little bit. oops.

drank a LOT of coffee. as in, I am out of KCups.

finished art history study guide.

typed two page essay in Spanish.

outlined my term paper, and am halfway complete (met and went beyond my goal)

my apartment is a disgusting mess.

husband surprised me with pizza and breadsticks since he knew I wouldn't have energy to cook for either of us and didn't want me to have to live off of Ritz crackers and ginger ale.

really cute little hummingbird enjoyed our hummingbird feeder.

hit writer's block.

so NOW I get to go to target to pick up a snack for small group.

bags under my eyes getting bigger and purple-r.

can't wait until finals are OVER.

this week.

last classes of the semester.

lots of coffee.

"The Office" on dvd.

making study guides for final exams.

bags under eyes.

15 page paper.

got a belated but amazing birthday package.

study schedule just to get things done.

headaches.

hoping just to survive.

Little Letters

Dear back muscles,

nice to meet you. until we started taking golf lessons, I didn't even know you were back there. I promise to get you some icy hot today.

Dear person who set off the building's carbon monoxide alarm at one in the morning,

I hope whatever you were baking was worth it.

Dear Microsoft Word,

you are not allowing me to format my paper the way I need to. I don't appreciate the attitude.

Dear Walt Whitman,

Thanks for writing a poem that is eighty-four-zillion pages long, and making sure that it was assigned reading the same weekend that I have eighty-five-zillion papers to write.

Dear Season 1 of The Office on DVD and my cup of coffee,

don't let me down today. you're the only ones I can count on.

Dear husband,

your ability to sleep through eighteen minutes of a blaring alarm and my angry grumbling continues to amaze me. you are very cute, and along with The Office and coffee, are the only reason I will be able to get through today.