I mean, it's true.

I am the queen of procrastination. I'm trying to write a journal entry for my IAH class, and I have one sentence:

"Amar is a weird dude."

In a normal situation, this sentence would be completely inappropriate. In this case, not even close to inappropriate. This guy has serious stalker tendencies. Oh yeah. And he's stalking a terrorist. Not to like, catch her to turn her in. No, no. He's in love with her. Good times. The movie ends with them blowing up while they're hugging, due to the bomb that's strapped to her torso. I guess she decided she'd blow up her stalker instead of the president.

Back to procrastination.

See? I even procrastinate the topic of my post. Unforgivable.

I have many things I need to do today. How many of them will I actually do? Probably like one. I'll probably end up taking a nap, watching a movie, eating some food, watching the game...I am the worst student ever.

Let's see if I can come up with anything beyond my first sentence.

BTW, it's freezing outside. Are we not aware it's spring?


"Your stupid friend zone. I should have been lovers with her first and then friends. That was terrible advice. Terrible advice! You know my seduction method. I like to get in there and get my hands dirty. You sabotaged me. You sabotaged me, man!" - Michael

You're just yanking my chain.

For those of us playing the home game, let's recap, shall we?

Yesterday:
Last day of winter.
High = 63 degrees Fahrenheit.
Cloudy, with some wind.

Today:
First day of spring.
High = 45 degrees Fahrenheit.
Snow.

Don't worry.

Tomorrow's forecast:
High = 51 degrees Fahrenheit.
AM Rain/snow.

I really don't think there is a more ironic, bipolar region on the planet.



"I swallowed a tapeworm last night. It's going to grow up to three feet inside of me and then it eats all my food so that I don't get fat. And then after three months I take some medicine and then I pass it. Creed sold it to me. It's from Mexico." -Kelly

Ohhh, I get it now.

This is why I don't keep blogs. I suck at updating them.

In my defense, I've had a CF of a month or so. School, grandparents, trip to Baltimore, work, blah blah. See below for details.

Well, here's the good word.

School is slightly outrageous right now. Ok, more than slightly. I just don't understand what goes through professors' heads. Call me old-fashioned, but I thought spring break was supposed to be a BREAK. B-r-e-a-k. Break. The word insinuates that we receive a break from school. Clearly not anymore. The word break has turned into a lie. I have sooooo much stuff to do. A rough draft of a paper, a project, an outline of another paper, I have to play in studio on Monday...it never ends. All I've done is reading that I need to do for next week. I haven't even finished all of it. Grumble.

I feel like I'm still backed up on work from when I was home for almost a week for my grandparents' funerals. It kind of stinks that one of the few times you see large chunks of your extended family is for funerals. That and weddings. But let me tell you how many weddings I've been to lately. Oh yeah. Zero. I think it was best for everyone, my grandparents included, that they passed so close to each other. I like to think that they're both in better places now, and we can all rest easy knowing that they're not suffering anymore.

I went to Baltimore with my parents last weekend to visit my brother. I'm sorry, but art students are weird. I got really excited when I found out the place we had lunch on Saturday was near the Peabody Institute. I saw some people carrying 'cellos and was happy. "My people!" I believe was what I exclaimed to my mother. I'm a freak. It's fine. Baltimore is a really cool city though. I would go back. Maybe next time I won't see a pregnant woman smoking a joint.

My birthday was yesterday. Whoopie. I have a pro and con list about my birthday.
Pros:
I got to snuggle a lot.
I now have a Betta fish. He has a pink fake plant thing and a pagoda in his bowl. His name is Konishiki. Bonus points if you know my fish's namesake.

Cons:
My phone bit the dust. The screen is all white right now. I have mystery texts.
We imploded against Minnesota. But then again, what else is new? It's a tournament tradition to fall apart after we win the season championship.
People are shitty. I won't elaborate, in the event I sound whiny and/or bitchy.

So today, I will hopefully get a new phone later, I will hopefully clean the whole apartment, I will get to indulge in PF Chang's, and then I will get to eat chocolate cake. I'm secretly hoping my parents show up with that zip up jacket/sweatshirt thing I've been eying at Banana Republic that is like $100. Happy birthday to me.

It probably won't happen. One can dream.


"I usually don't enjoy the theater but this is delightful." -Stanley, speaking about Michael and Holly's train wreck performance of SlumDunder-Mifflin-aire