Licking cheese.

Licking the cheese from the scalloped border of your fast-food nacho tray can only be justified in one of three ways:

1. You're a small child who doesn't know that it's DISGUSTING,
2. You're homeless and starving, and those remaining smudges of cheese may provide enough calories to get you through another cold night,
3. You have screaming PMS, for which the only cure is nacho cheese.

I fell under #3 this evening.
It wasn't pretty.

Typically, about three days before renewing my female vows each month, the Id-monster-Mandi comes out to pillage and plunder my somewhat organized life. She eats everything that isn't nailed down, she cries at *every* commercial (as opposed to just the really touching ones), and she quickly loses her patience with idiots and bad drivers. Id-Mandi splurges on cute little sequined tops, but then only wears sweatshirts. She is a sensitive creature, who wonders why you're looking at her "like that". Last time I checked in on her, she was sitting in front of my computer, wearing sweatpants and eating a bowl full of croutons. But come tomorrow morning, I'll be stuck with 3,000 extra calories making a home on my hips and a new charge on my credit card, and she'll be nowhere in sight.

Jesus, no wonder men don't understand women. We're insane.

A perfect autumn day

Today was one of those perfect days - it got up to nearly 70 (an anomaly for this time of year, for sure), with big puffy white clouds and lots of sunshine. I kicked leaves up as I walked to class, feeling a little like a ten-year-old again. I love autumn.

Sigh.

My weekend: a recap

Friday night - Worked.
Saturday - Worked all day (11 hours). Shopped with Sami. Came home and crawled into my jammies.
Sunday - Worked all day. Made a wicked good pot of chili for dinner. Ate some. Crawled into my jammies.

I worked all weekend. I'm tired. I vaguely remember a time in my life where I went school full time and juggled two or three part time jobs. How was that possible? Oh, wait. I never did any homework, and I was 19 years old. That's right.

I must drink 10 gallons of diet Pepsi a week. I'm done with the whole measuring my soda in ounces thing, that's like shoveling the driveway with a teaspoon. I'm consuming at the gallon level. It's bad.

The Griz lost to Eastern Washington this weekend - not a great game. I listened to it while I was at work. Listening to football on the radio always reminds me of being at my grandparent's house when I was little.

I used to always say that I went to football games for the hot dogs, but I've really started to enjoy watching the games. (Shhhh, don't tell anyone.) It took me eight years of marching band to understand what the hell was going on down on the field, but I finally get it. I have to say that football games are infinitely more interesting when you're not wearing a polyester uniform and white gloves with the fingertips cut off. Plus, it's nice to have a local team that gets such good support from the community.

But I still love the hot dogs.

Also...

I bought a green corduroy blazer today. I love green.

That is all. Goodnight.

Penitence

Every time I slack off on my studying and then pull a good grade on an exam, I repent and swear that I'll never do it again. Then I do it again.

I got an A on my Anatomy midterm. This came as a shock to me, because I left the lecture hall after the exam with that "bad grade" feeling in the pit of my stomach. It's not that I didn't study for the exam, but I didn't prepare nearly as much as I wanted to. And the test was just as frightening as everyone has warned me it would be. Dr. Westphal is INSANE. A better approach to her exams (as opposed to showing up to lecture three times a week and frantically scribbling notes) would be to memorize the textbook. She picks the teensiest little inconsequential facts from the text and makes them into test questions. Crazy-assed woman...

So now that I've gotten a good grade, I really am going to work on improving my study habits. No, I mean it this time.

I'll start first thing tomorrow...

Quick update

It's been a busy couple of weeks. I spent last week enduring a rapid-fire series of exams and quizzes, and have to sit one more tomorrow. Urgh. Then I'll spend the rest of the week fratically catching up on course reading.

Anatomy and physiology is the bane of my existence.

Played pool with friends on Saturday night. It was fun, although I spent a good deal of Sunday regretting my level of beer intake.

Thus endeth...

My week from hell has finally come to a close. I am rewarding myself for - well, I didn't ace every exam I sat this week, but I survived. That's worth something, right? I think it's worth a bubble bath, at the very least. And shopping. I definitely earned a shopping trip. Plus, it's cold, and I need more sweaters. So I really need to go shopping. And deserve to. So there. :)

While Sami and I are at the mall tomorrow, I'm going to have a peek into Hot Topic - I hear they have a shirt that says "I'm a sucker for guys in eyeliner." And, in fact, I am a sucker for guys in eyeliner. Maybe I'll buy one. (A shirt, not a guy wearing eyeliner.)

untitled late night thoughts

Some of my friends have blogs. Some write witty synopses of their lives, others bare their thoughts and souls with gut-wrenching honesty. I admire them, but I can't seem to do it. I read back through my small collection of entries, and what do I talk about? The goddamn weather. How can someone talk so much and say so little? Am I afraid of what I might say? Or am I afraid of what others might say? And, what if no one is even listening?

Bah. I'm going to bed.