Don't you love how ambitious we are when we go to bed at nigh? "Let's see...tomorrow I'm going to get up 3 hours early so I can put air in my car tires, buy some art supplies, get a key copied, study for my next two classes, re-arrange my apartment, and come up with a plan to end world hunger." Right. And what do you do? Your alarm goes off at 5:30 in the morning, you hit it and roll over, sleeping soundly until you have exactly enough time to throw on some clothes, speed to class, and get there exactly two minutes late.

Alright, alright, so I exaggerate just a bit. Needless to say, I had planned to do a lot more than I got done this morning. Which would be fine, but I took on someone's shift tonight, so I'm working until 12. Is it sad that I hesitated to say I could pick up her hours because I really really wanted to see the season premier of "Gilmore Girls"? And I'm 20? Is that really sad? Because, you know...I really don't care. And I'm not going to mention the fact that I was going to tape it, but I'm too lazy to buy a tape and figure out if my roomate's VCR works.

I just saw one of the strangest creatures to ever traipse through the computer lab. A woman (at least, I'm nintey percent sure it was a woman) enveloped in a tye-dyed, sheer, flowy dress (that went a little too far above the knees for my taste) with a pair of white keds, white rolled-down socks, a giant tortishell clip thing in her hair, and a fighteningly pink shade of lipstick just wandered around for five minutes, sat down at the computer next to me, and then left. It was just really, really scary. I wish I'd taken a picture. But that might've been too mean.

I got out of my Gourmet Foods class early today--we took a tour of Sodexho and the cafeteria (known more fondly as "The 'Rott"). It was actually fairly interesting, and it definitely convinced me that I could never work in food services by choice. Maybe, maybe I could be a waitress somewhere. Maybe. But that's it. And to be honest, I've never really wanted to do that. I think I would just get so tired of all the running around and dealing with rude people and loudness that it wouldn't be fun anymore. Who knows, though, when I start looking for a job next semester that might be what I end up with. Anyway, food service is a lot more complicated than I ever thought about. It's one of those thing where I know that there's a lot more going into getting food than someone just slapping it on my plate, but I never really wanted to consider the depths of. But believe me, they're there--depths that reach down to a hundred and seventy-four pounds of pasta stored in the back for one meal, and eighty gallon vats of horseradish sauce, and the fact that they spend sixty thousand dollars a week on food for the students. Sixty thousand dollars! That's more than I'll probably end up making a year. That's just crazy.

Despite the fact that so much money is spent on food, I am ever so thankful to be NOT eating at the Rott anymore. I'm happy that instead of long lines and decisions between which scary thing I want slapped on my plate, I can fix myself chicken enchiladas or go over to my friend's house and grill salmon. Moral of the story? I'm really glad I live off-campus.

Really, really glad.


Right now, I'm importing half of Caleb's cds on to his new mac. Yeah. His 15in Apple Powerbook. I'm burning the cds so that I can import them on to my iPod. ((This is where I jump up and down around the room)). It's so pretty. I can't stop stroking it. And it's shiny, and I'm such a nerd I'm going to knit a case for it so that it doesn't get scratched. Unghhhgh. So pretty. I have to be careful not to start reciting poetry to it and singing it songs (which would be really silly since it can hold 5000 of its own songs).

But, as happy as I am about my new iPod, it doesn't top my bigger news: I'm getting a G5. Soon. When we were at the apple store in Richmond, he told me that he's going to help me get the computer and I can pay him back as I get the money. Wow. I hugged the G5...oh, and I also hugged him. It was all I could do not to start cartwheeling around the store. I don't know if it will be until Christmas, but either way I can't wait. I'm soooo so excited.

I also finally saw Napoleon Dynamite. GREAT movie. I laughed more than I expected to, and it was more random than I possibly could've imagined. I spent half an hour on the phone yesterday quoting lines back and forth with my brother. I also have a renewed love for eighties t-shirts.

So, want to hear my latest method of trying to motivate myself and get more done? I'm going to focus on one thing a week. Which, I know, isn't a very long time, but normally I want to do five projects a week and end up doing none. So this week's focus is my iPod cover. I'm heading over to craftster.org to find some ideas, then I'm buying more needles (I still have a scarf on my other ones) and some yarn before Thursday. I WILL get this done, even if it takes a couple days longer than a week. And I will post pictures. You'll be happy to know that after I finish the iPod case project (I should name my iPod, now that I think of it...any suggestions?), I'm going down my list to things like, "Scan in all black and white photos" and "upload fliers/design stuff to web site." And if you see me slacking off (i.e., that stuff hasn't happened a month from now), feel free to leave me mean and nasty comments.

I'm going to see Snow Patrol and Eisley tomorrow at the Norva. Mmmmm. I'll let you know how it goes--I've never heard Snow Patrol, but Dan and Chris are saying good things, so we'll see. Until then, I'll be uploading days and days of music onto my tiny little box that fits in my back pocket. Mwahahahaha


I had class this morning at 10:50. I woke up at 10:53. Yeah. I actually amazed myself and got ready in less than ten minutes, grabbed two granola bars, and made it to class by 11:20. Which, yes, is still pretty late, but you have to take into consideration the fact that it's my cooking class (which lasts two and a half hours) and that she doesn't usually start until 11:05. So I made it, just as they were finishing up making salads to eat from the veggies we cut up during our last class about knives. So not only did I make it to class and not get in trouble, but I had a nice salad with ranch for lunch!

The only sad thing about not getting up on time is that I wanted to wake up at 8:30 so I could do longer devotions and make waffles for breakfast. But then, there's always the weekend.

I'm killing time (I know, I really don't have room to be doing that, since there's so much on my to-do list) in the Mac Lab before our Kairos meeting...which happens to be in five minutes, so I should be going soon. But I'm annoyed because I wanted to update a few things on the site and I can't, because Dreamweaver is being all wierd and not letting me download stuff from the remote host. I could just use a regular ftp program and do it in notepad, but I don't have time to download a client ((end of internet speak)). So we'll see, I just hope they get this fixed soon.

I'm making lasagna for dinner tonight, and Caleb and I are supposed to go downtown to sketch this evening. Yay for free Thursdays.

Oh, and I'm getting an iPod on Saturday. More on that later.


I'm really tired right now. I'm not exactly sure why, either, but I'm guessing it has something to do with the fact that Cameron, Caleb and I stayed up late last night watching "Venus Beauty Salon" (it's a sub-titled Audrey Tatou movie). It was pretty good, but we all started drifting off towards the end because we were so tired. And drifting off during a foreign movie is a bad idea, because you miss all the subtitles--and consequently, the rest of the movie. We'll try again tomorrow, if we can. I've been all about watching movies lately (I mean, hey, we have netflix, it's great!), but Caleb hasn't been so much. I think he's into the whole "living life" and "not sitting in front of a tv" and all that sort of thing. Pssh. Some people.

Apple just came out with the new iMac. Yum. It's beautiful and (amazingly) almost as powerful as the regular G5. Which had me thinking that maybe I should aim towards getting the beautiful wireless keyboard/2 inch cpu instead of my glowing G5. But its performance rates still aren't as good as the PowerMac, and I definitely agree with Cameron: "I just need something that I can open up and put things in. Something with depth." So true.

Caleb is probably going to buy an iBook or a PowerBook, and so I'm living vicariously through him. He's going to have to drag me away from the apple store when we go to Richmond.

Have I mentioned that I would sell my cat for a Mac? And I love my cat.