an assortment of thoughts

• no more chemistry, ever.

• i should be more wary of saying that...i said it once before, 4 years ago.
• i got an mass email at work today that said "house for sale. price negotiable." this struck me as oddly humorous. "hey, i'm getting rid of some stuff. bookcase, bed, used books, oh yeah, a house! anyone interested?"
• as far as work goes: music is good. npr podcasts are great. ipods = amazing.
• i need to stop letting the internet make me feel inadequate...let it inspire me and not overwhelm me.
• google reader. don't know how i lived without it.
• ditto for google calendar.
• holy cow. as of tomorrow, i will be halfway done with college. insane.
• today i worked on a usda pamphlet about chickens. i had no idea there were so many different types of chickens.
• i should participate in the dares more often. i always look and think, wow what an awesome idea. then i never follow through. must work on that.
  
• why do i always insist on drinking that last mouthful of coffee? i know it's going to taste bad. cold and bitter. but i drink it every time.

nothing particularly insightful, i know, but it's all i got right now. happy tuesday. :)

perfect day

We had today the first clear, warm weather we've had in over a week. (It snowed on Easter!) I loved it. Chris and I went to church early this morning and then I came back and did some homework. I opened the window and let the gorgeous fresh air relax me completely. I watched the Braves kick some Marlins tail and went to Starbucks with my favorite Alisha. Then I got crazy with my scrapbook stuff. :) I did four pages - probably a record. Woo! I just sat there cutting and glueing away, listening to the kids outside my window blowing bubbles.

I was supposed to play badminton at 5, which I was really excited about, but my people canceled on me. So lame. So I just kept scrapping, and then went to a friend's recital at 8. My first vocal recital! It was really cool; I enjoyed it quite a bit.

Here's hoping the whole week is as good as today!

it's not you, it's your apartment

This article was the number-one emailed article from the New York Times today. All of the emails were from mothers and girlfriends to their sons and boyfriends saying, "Look! This is what I'm trying to tell you. If you don't buy some new sheets you'll end up seventy years old with nothing but a stuffed baby seal to keep you company!"