Return to the Roost

Hello blog fail on my part! Woah. I figured I best be gettin' a second entry in for the month of February...or else, well. There really isn't a consequence, just a matter of personal failure. Needless to say February has been a busy month. Yesterday was the official end to the worst week of my college career yet...three exams, two papers, and a presentation made for a lot of productivity, and very little sleep. Along with very little blog activity (I didn't even use it as a procrastination tool!).

Anyways, I have returned to the Mother Land...and Father Land for that matter. Just me and the rents for the week since Sir Brainiac decided to jet off to the Dominican Republic instead of hang out with his soon-to-be crippled twin sister...it's clear where his priorities stand. Bahaha I would have done the exact same thing. Let's be real.

Let's see here...in my slew of productivity yesterday I returned the most hideous wallet I've ever seen to some girl named Allie from Illinois (I found it on the ground outside the Chem Building and decided to go ahead and be a good samaritan...this thing was blue, with a picture of a cat on it...which was wearing a bow...and a rhinestone...), picked up my handicap parking tag from Secretary of State (in record time I might add...a solid three minute trip. That NEVER happens - OH and it's valid until August so I can continue the lazefest for six whole months!), scheduled all of my Paratransit Van rides for the five weeks following Spring Break, and delivered the Virginian to the airport. I'd call that one successful day!

I'm currently having an inner battle of whether to go clean the Chateau or not. I suppose I should do it today or tomorrow. But my cleaning bone isn't exactly aching to do it just yet...so we shall see. I'm also kind of scared to see what the place looks like. The whole cleaning thing has kind of fallen behind since...I don't even know when that happened. But it is NARSTY up in there. And by narsty I mean by Chateau standards...any boy wouldn't have a problem with it.

Okay. Onward to the post office, perhaps Target for a good ol' fashioned perusing, and then I suppose to clean that darn house. Especially since I'm being abandoned by the rents tonight. Surprise, surprise.

The Humpback Herd Fails the Surgical Strike

This just in: The cool way to use the iPod Touch is with your nose.

I'm not your everyday trendsetter, so how do I know this? Well folks, I hopped on the Commuter South bus just the other day at Markley...it was beyond packed, China Style...and continued to ride and observe the other passengers. I finally acquired a real seat after we hit a very popular stop on the route, and when I looked to my left, I spotted it. The trend of all trends.

There was a sir with his face in his iPod Touch. I did a double take at first, because really, who does that? He was first attempting to unlock the screen...by sliding his nose across it, and then continued onward with a pecking motion to select the song of his liking. Needless to say, I burst into laughter (yes, out loud and in public on a crowded bus), looked around to see if anyone else had just witnessed the amazing event with me (which, naturally, not a soul did), and then shut my mouth so I would stop laughing like an idiot and instead switched over to grinning like an idiot. Out of hand.

What's worse is that that might be the funniest thing that has happened in awhile (hence, the severe lack of blog posts...well...more like exams and schoolwork. Shmeh!).

In another realm of life that I was almost certain was removed after high school came back for a little visit! The swimming world. The Intramural Swim and Dive Meet took place last Thursday at Canham and boy was it ugly. We did have a decent sized fan base which was much appreciated with a side of embarrassing. It mainly consisted of our parents...

Anyways...I thought our team name was The Humpback Herd, but it was altered without my knowledge to The Purple Wolverines. Harumph. Oh well. Humpback Herd was what I refer to us still....and I'm stickin' to it! Anways, I "swam" breast in the medley relay, 100 I.M., the free relay, and of course the t-shirt relay. Swam is in quotes because let's be real. I flailed. An extensive number of seconds were added to everything on this day...and I don't think I've ever felt THAT out of shape. It was bad. Beyond painful and just straight up bad. Whew. Poor life choices. I don't think we're going back next year. Too many legit fast people there. Kill me.