May 8th, 2007

devilish

American Idol fangirldom...

I so hate to admit this, but this is the first year that I have been horridly emotionally vested in AI. So sue me.

I found this funny in retrospect:



Been busy today, though "busy" didn't include "school". Cleaned a lot of the kitchen (which is a GIIIIIIANT feat.), did a ton of laundry, cleaned the livingroom, went to Elmers to treat myself to lunch, did a teensy bit of homework, chatted online, etc.

I just wish there were more hours in the day.

Still... stuff going on under the surface. Maybe keeping so busy and away from the norm is keeping me from examining myself too closely.

Did my measurements today: down 14 lbs ish (hard to tell, I'm bleeding, yo.) and down 13 1/2", four of those inches from my waist, two from my boobs, 2.5 from my gut. Would have been more inches, but my calves increased in size, as well as my left thigh. (?!?!!??!) I hurt from my yoga video yesterday.

And I need to pee.
disco star

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And bleary-eyed, I tell you:

I FINALLY finished that freaking essay on Maurice Ravel. It's printed out in its crispness.

I learned all sorts of gossipy goodness, like he talked in a cat language to his cats, asked only one woman ever to marry him (she responded by laughing in his face), he was 5'4", and died because his brother signed off on an exploratory brain surgery because he was exhibiting symptoms of aphasia.

I'm farking tired and going to bed.