arithmanic

note to self:

[(18 credit hours) + (a thesis to write)] * (the last semester of your undergrad career) = chaos

the thoughtlessness of thoughtfulness

i decided to do myself a favor and go to bed early the other night.... after about an hour of counting sheep, i realized that my brain was not about to shut down. actually, the constant mind-churning was due to 'thank-you notes' that i had not yet sent out to some faculty that wrote my letters of rec for grad school. with a sigh and grumbling, i rolled out of bed thinking, "if i just write them now, maybe i can fall asleep".

i distinctly remember seeing this package of stationary somewhere in my apartment. i only recall their presence because of the nagging feeling i got everytime i looked at them. now, my apartment is what researchers would call an 'enriched environment', so i was not the least bit surprised when i had trouble locating the 3"x5" container. with no avail, 30 minutes later, all i found was my lack of patience. ('slow to anger' just isn't my cup of tea.)

so then, i got this fabulous idea.... lightbulb turning on like i had never experienced... "i'll MAKE the cards". (must i remind you: this was 1am). for those who know me best, i generally get great ideas and then quit half-way through, so i'm not really sure how i even thought this would work.

anyway, there i was, 3am, still cutting and pasting cardstock. at this point, the thought occurs to me, "what the hell am i doing? it's 3am, and i'm MAKING CARDS FOR MY FACULTY!" making cards for daddy when you're 6 = cute; making cards for faculty at 22 = borderline tacky. well, i had put so much effort into it already, i pushed through.

finally, after hours of slaving, i completed the cards. then i was hit with a large brick inscribed with the word "envelope". most intelligent people would have thought of the envelope process BEFORE making the cards, thus making sure they would fit in an already assembled device....(must i remind you: i'm not that intelligent).

well, why the hell not?..... i made the damn envelopes too!! running short on paper and using only an elmer's glue-stick my 'lovely' envelopes were on the verge of falling apart by the time i got the cards in them.

needless to say, i was to prideful to just go to walgreens and buy cards the next day.... i sacrificed way too much sleep on those puppies!! i sheepishly handed them to the faculty IN PERSON, hoping my letters of rec wouldn't be withdrawn. and this ends the story of the most moronic thing i've ever done!!..... (well, maybe not EVER.)

happy SAD (cont)

(8am - the phone rings)
val: (sleepy voice) hello?
mark: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY
val: ha - thanks mark.... what's crazy is that i was just having a dream and you were in it
mark: what was the dream about?
val: we were drinking soda and it kept overflowing and i kept yelling at you
mark: soda is no valentine's day drink.... i was thinking more like everclear or tea laced with arsenic!

happy SAD

in celebration of Single's Awareness Day (SAD) and the olympic games, i thought i'd award some romantic men from my life:

bronze medal goes to:
-i dated this guy the summer after my freshman year in college. we don't talk alot, but we've kept in contact. i was excited to see an email in my inbox yesterday, thinking "aw, he thought about me on valentine's day," only to find out the email was to tell me his proposed to his girlfriend and she said yes. wow, thanks.... great timing jerk!

silver medal goes to:
- my first real boyfriend (8th grade) dumped me for the most popular girl in the 7th grade. one night we were talking, and he told me that he really liked my personality. i asked why he dumped me. he said, "well, you see, girls like [girl #2] are just so hot, it's very rare that they will ever date me, so i had to take the opportunity. don't worry, i'm sure this won't last too long, and i'll be up to dating you then."

and the gold medal goes to:
-one year my boyfriend gave me a bracelet, which was actually pretty nice. what made the moment memorable was his statement following the gift exchange, "well, i actually got you a ring but then my mom was like 'how long are you planning on being with this girl', so i took it back and got the bracelet". classic!


here's to you mr.'suckiest-boyfriend-ever'-award-winners, this buds for you!

let the games begin

ah... papers to write, chapters to read, coffee to consume... and what more constructive thing to do than POST ON MY STUPID BLOG!! i am the definition of procrastination. i've been staring at this blank word document for approximately 4 hours, hoping that words will magically appear. besides the occasional profanity, nothing coherent has surfaced.

i find myself distracted by the conversations of the panera customers around me, and 30 minutes later realize that i have no comprehension of the article i just read. however, ask me about the love life of the middle-aged women to my right, and i can regurgitate every last detail. note to self - refrain from personal conversations in coffee-shops! :)

went to allison's last night for the olympic opening ceremonies. here are the life-altering epiphanies from the evening:

1) there are indeed hot italian men somewhere in that country

2) i've come to realize WHY artists are paid so poorly

3) susan sarandon is apparently the best american representative of olympic spirit

4) tiramisu is a pain in the ass to make, and must be kept refrigerated

5) mcdonalds is considered an ethnic food

overall, acid would have enhanced the evening, since the producers of the pre-game festivities must have been high on something. i still question how i lasted through the whole thing.

in other news.... well,.... actually.... i have no other news.

boo dat

1) ex-boyfriend from high school is expecting a baby... with his girlfriend
2) i'm homeless as of august 7th
3) day of fire didn't win a grammy
4) exams
5) thesis due in a month and i recently discovered a "glitch" in my data
6) did i mention ex-boyfriends?
7) fell asleep in class again today....my class with only 10 people