Procrastination-itis

I've got a roaring case of procrastination (eek!) which I'm blaming on my current tummy ache (ouch!), so I thought I'd do something remotely productive and blog. Hey, "he without sin", etcetera, etcetera.

So, if you too are in a need of a good laugh, I bring to you without further ado, the beautiful, the funny... Demetri Martin:

Bikram Yoga

Pronounced *Beak*rum*, Bikram yoga (AKA "Fire or Hot Yoga) is simply good for the soul. Learn more here and here

Pleasant But Detached

That's how I feel lately. Especially in regards to how I relate to my sociology professor. I suppose this is because I feel intimidated by his vast expanse of knowledge - I just feel inferior, period. So I don't even try to relate in a meaningful way, even though I am a soc major and he will probably end up writing a very nice letter of recommendation for me in the near future.

I feel weird about this. I really want to be able to share my thoughts with him and relate when it's obvious that he wants to too. I have so many things to say about class, the subjects, questions about where to get more information, but all I manage to squeak out is a, "yes, thank you, OK, see you Thursday." This bothers me about me. I tend to revert to this sort of childish behavior when I feel I don't measure up. And the silly thing is that I know most people aren't even judging me, at least not as harshly as I judge myself. We are our own worst critics, right?

Oh, bah humbug. Maybe I'll try to break out of my shell a bit more tomorrow, even though I'll be handing in my rough draft of the first part of our thirty-page midterm for review. Yikes. Maybe tomorrow's not a good day to start...

EDIT:

Today was wonderful! We talked and talked about soc. and the state of the world/econ., etc. He gave me a lot of insider advice on the major and universities and what I need to do to step up my game in terms of an even better education and preparation for upper division work. I am so bloody jazzed! He's going to give me a reading list to supplement my education on things that I should know about soc. before I transfer in the fall. This is so good!

Lookin' To Lose A Couple...

LBs, that is. Starting today, March 2, I am really going to cut the cal intake and reach my goal weight by the start of June. That's three months, very doable.

I know you're just DYING to know what my starting weight is, how much I want to lose, what my end goal weight is and all those way-too-personal details, but well, you're just going to have to live in the dark on this one. I'm really just tracking this for my own records, sort of actualizing the goal rather than just keeping it ethereal.

Oh, and in other news, I just started up Netflix. So far it seems really cool. First movie in queue is Amélie . Can't wait!

A Month of Sundays, Part Deux

Ah, it's once again Sunday. My beloved Sunday. Some people like Fridays and some even like Mondays, but I, my friends, like - nay love - Sundays.

It's just that they're the slowest of all the seven days we have in a week. And, I relish the quiet. It's not that ours is a particularly loud house normally, in fact, if it were, I doubt it would be quiet on Sundays - I've seen those houses, where it's never quiet... couldn't do it. But we're not a loud house simply because we don't like loud, it's unnerving. On Sundays however, it probably has more to do with things slowing down than with quiet, now that I think of it. Playdates and sleepovers are done, friends go home to be with their families, the bulk of the household chores and duties have been completed, and the world doesn't demand our presence or attention. Many times we just stay in our P.J.s and simply soak up the calm. I love it.

And it's a double whammy today! It's the first of March! I love turning my Thomas Kinkade calender (one of the three different calenders in our house) with each new month - that's because I don't look at all the months, only the one we're on so the next one is a surprise I can enjoy all month long - I'll post on what I do with old calenders at the end of each year in a bit.

So with today being Sunday, the First of March (or as the French would say, premier de mars), and the day we're going to tell our eldest not only which school we've chosen for her and that her best friend's parents have also decided to send their daughter there, but that we've bought her her very own laptop computer to commemorate this next level of learning and growth in her life.

It's only 7 AM but it's already brewing up to be a great day. Hey, and it's raining too. I'm in Nirvana...