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May 30, 2003

Foodlog.

I will be writing in a small notebook. I will jot down everything I eat or drink. I goofed up last night. I did so well throughout the day but last night there were french fries and calzone. I should have just stuck with my salad but I did not finish that and gobbled up some yummy calzone and yummy french fries. That pisses me off. Grr. But okay one mistake will not set me off today.

Happy (paid!) Friday!

May 29, 2003

Determinded

Has everyone seen those Bally's Total Fitness comercials? The one that took a month to shoot and you see the chick shrinking?! Okay. One month?! Okay. This may seem silly but I am going to do it. No "junk food". This next statement may kill me. "No chocolate" is unrealistic so therefore I will be having one small piece once a week. No ice cream. No chips. No bread. Right now my goal is to maintain this plan until the gathering of the vibes. In addition to this strict "mean plan" (I will not use the "D" word because the "D" word does not work) I will be jogging 5 times a week again, doing crunches, and lifting weights. This may be difficult because of school yet I will continue to keep the goal in mind.

The way I look at it is that it may be hard to do but after I make it the 41 days I won't want ice cream anymore. I won't crave chocolate chip cookies. I won't eat just one of your french fries. I want to actually change myself and my cravings. I will be asking for help from anyone that comes in contact with me. Do not feed me. Do not encourage me. Please do not ask me to order lunch. Please do not offer me potato chips. Please don't. I am always disappointed when I eat that bowl of ice cream. Then why do it? I don't know and hopefully I can change myself.

Oh yeah, one more thing. I plan on drinking even more water than I already do. I am going to break out the large Nalgen water bottles and drink 8 a day. I will spend half the day in the bathroom but if I am filled with water I won't want something else...

May 27, 2003

2004

Eric and I have set a month, I think. He asked me to marry him on Christmas Eve 2001. We have never really talked about an exact date. Whenever anyone I asked I would tell them once I had my Bachelors.

On any random day Eric would say lets get married tomorrow. I would look at him and he would say or maybe in two years. I would then respond with you need to give me a year notice so I can start planning...

Several times last week Eric mentioned something about getting married next year. I of course want a summer wedding so I can walk around without shoes. So we decided that in July 2004 we would get married (a year before I get my degree). We need to pick an actual date soon and my ass needs to start planning. Ep!

May 26, 2003

Fitness

Our treadmill is in the attic. The attic is hot. I do not like using the treadmill in the stuffy attic heat. I was going to bring it downstairs. Um, that turned into a pain in the ass. So then I decided to purchase one of my own. While browsing prices at Wallymart and Target I noticed this little gem. It is cheap, works more areas of the body and just all around groovey. So no more dreadmill. Hello little groovey thing!

May 25, 2003

I forget what sun feels like...

Please be sunny! I need a tan and I want to hoop!

Today: Cloudy skies with a few showers this afternoon. High 68F. Winds SSE at 5 to 10 mph. Chance of rain 30%. Tonight: Rain showers early becoming steady overnight. Low 53F. Winds light and variable. Chance of rain 70%. Rainfall near a quarter of an inch.

May 24, 2003

Flowers.

Nine feet tall.

May 23, 2003

$1,000.

Today I received a letter in the mail from MSMC. They are giving me $1,000! I did not sign up for any type of grant. Is this normal? Do colleges just give away a grand like there is nothing to it? I really love this school! I really am a giddy little school girl.

May 22, 2003

um, Eeek!

It is only Thursday that means I have three more days of work. I do not understand how one can work six days in a row. (Can you see the sheltered life I lead?) Okay I know that Eric has worked a few Saturdays however he enjoys his career. I on the other hand do not like my job as of late. I long for the day when things are different. The details of why I don't like my job are not important. My test at 9am is important. Eeek! I am always nervous for the first test. Why? Because I do not know her testing style. The last 5 classes I took were with the same professor. I knew here style and it worked very well for me. It has been a long time since I have tested with someone new. Oh go away butterflies - self confidence get back over here!

Inspiring.

May 20, 2003

Logic.

Firstly thanks for your support and secondly I am a geek. I was a half an hour early for class. (what if there was traffic?) My professor is so wonderful. And the book, Thinking Well, seems clearly written. It is only five weeks long and we will be using the last week to write our finals. Time will fly by (especially because I am so F-ing happy!)

My assignment for tonight: Read Chapters 1 & 2 and list the characteristics of a wise person.

It's a beautiful day.

So today my life begins. My first class starts at 9am today. Three years ago I swore that I would never in my life take a summer class. I guess I could never have known the path I ended up taking.

I was planning on attending New Paltz full time last January. I figured I was a sure shot. Well rounded: Volleyball, Revelation (high school art paper), National Art Honor Society, National French Honor Society, National Honor Society, and the Italian Club. My overall average in highschool was 90.1%. In SUNY Orange I worked part time and attended classes full time. I was on the dean's list every semester. I graduated. I had no clue what to do with my life (Jackie of all trades - master of um, none?). I enjoy every course I have ever taken. How could I narrow down to one major? I continued to attend classes at SUNY Orange. I had been attending each semester until January. Last September I decided that I love art history and that is what I want to do with my life. I had applied to New Paltz, remember I was a sure shot... Apparantly I needed to hand in a portfolio to major in Art History. I have taken plently of art courses yet my "portfolio" lacks. I do have a collection online. I asked if that would suffice. (Something new and never done - an online hand-coded porfolio).

Three rejection letters come in the mail. "Incomplete application" and (2) "number of alloted transfer students met" laughed in my face. I was not enrolled for any classes anywhere. I hate my job - over worked, underpaid and so forth. No learning and all misery.

I applied online to the wonderful MSMC and wrote a paragraph rather than the standard essay. I told the truth. I love to learn and want to share it with others. I changed my major of choice to History and decided that I want to teach the youth of America. Children make me smile.

My new life begins today. I am finally going to school again.

May 18, 2003

Smirk.

This made me smile.

Yesterday...

It's a beautiful day.

I have been hooping since around 1:30 this afternoon. Of course I took breaks to prepare dinner and such. I washed my car inside and out. I used duct tape to get rid of some of the dog hair. My car will never be the same again. I don't know what can get rid of all the hair. Any suggestions?

I applied sunscreen yet I hope I still got some color. I don't want to hurt myself yet I want to appear slightly toasted! My hair gets lighter (and so do my eyebrows).

Yesterday I went to the pediatrician to pick up my immunization records. I am 23 and don't have a grown-up doctor yet (you can see how often I get sick and need to see a doctor). I needed a tetanus shot so they brought me into the brightly colored room filled with animals and gave me the shot. That was a little unexpected but good that I got it done and over with. Class starts on Tuesday. I am a giddy little school girl again!

*update regarding my mother's movabletype.* Everything appears to be working again. I think the hosting company may have changed what server she was on. They seemed to have everything all fixed. Good thing I kept putting off trying to fix it!

May 16, 2003

Going Crazy.

I am loosing my marbles. I know that my mother gave me my immunization records. I know she did. I can see the form in my head. I can see her handwriting in old blue ink. I can see that the paper is a faded brownish color. Where in the blue hell did I put it?!!? I threw away a bag of garbage. I still cannot find it. Ugh. It is driving me crazy. I know I have had all the shots I need - I just can't find the damn paperwork! To make things worse I need it by Monday in order to take my class at the Mount. Ep!

May 15, 2003

Heh.

I should be dressed and ready to walk out the door yet I am typing this nonsense. Why is it that somedays I really just don't want to go to work? You know it could be the lack of music. The computer at my job has no speakers. I love music. I have no way of hearing what I want when I want. I think that has been killing me slowly each day.

May 13, 2003

Butterflies.

I am so freaking nervous. I will be starting classes next week. I still need to get my physical and buy the book I need for the class. Three hours a day three days a week all for one class! I am so freaking excited yet very nervous at the same time. This is a real school! Not that my good old OCCC is fake - but this is a four year school. I don't know why I am so nervous. I am not always as confident as I may appear...

Help.

For some reason my mother's movable type is no longer working. It has been installed and functioning for a while. This has happened out of the blue. If anyone can help me it would be greatly appreciated. She gets a really odd error message when trying to veiw the login page or when trying to leave comments:

May 12, 2003

Heh.

I am all for Kazaa. Why? Because my mother will be struggling to put me through college. I will help out as much as I can, but she wants to take on the burden. Madonna can suck my left tit. If I want to hear Vogue and I can download it for free I will. I am sure that she has spent more on shoes than I will be able to spend on college. Anyone have an extra $25,000?

Back to the point. I did not even want to download anything by Madonna until I heard about the infamous "What the fuck do you think your doing?" download. Now I am all about getting free Madonna songs. Hey Madonna if you happen to read this I have purchased albums on tape. I will not go do it again on cd. I think you have enough of my money.

Psst. My new name is Funky Ballerina.

May 10, 2003

Um.

Forget the camping. Plans have changed but we will be doing outdoorsy things. And how stupid is this thing?

May 09, 2003

Happy Friday!

Damn this week flew by. (I'll get a paycheck in one week... Damn you biweekly paychecks!) For Memorial Day Weekend Eric and I will be camping. It will be good for the both of us. We are definately at home outdoors and it has been a while since we have had enough fresh air. It will be great for Noah as well. He put on 10 lbs. this winter. The vet said he was fine and it was due to the harsh winter. More good news - I will be bringing my hoops! I can't wait to get away...

May 08, 2003

Rain.

I feel like calling out sick and just relaxing all day long to the lovely sound of the rain. I would clean at a reasonable pace. I would do laundry and I would relax spending time with Noah. Too bad I am not the type of person that calls out... ;)

Read me.

May 05, 2003

Wine, food, dance!

Yesterday I felt like I was in an Italian movie. Jesi and I took our mother's to Magnanini winery for wine tasting (of course) and dinner. I did not know there was dancing. There was a ton of dancing. There was 5 hours of live accordion music. There were thirty couples with grey hair dancing the day away. Of course a frenchman named Jacques asked my mother to dance. When he was done with her he requested another partner. I volunteered. He made me dizzy - I have no clue what kind of dance we did... but I had a lot of fun. Six courses and two bottles of wine made 4 happy women.

Jesi and I plan on visiting a lot more wineries this summer.