• It’s cold outside. Because winter this year has been taking its sweet time arriving (although it did snow for about seven seconds last week), I guess I just wasn’t prepared to get off the train on my way to work today and feel as cold as I did. I arrived at the pool with pink cheeks and stiff hands, panting clouds of white breath as I scurried into the warm building.
• But, in case I dare lose perspective and think that it is actually cold outside, I reminded myself that it is only November; we have approximately four more months of really cold weather coming. So man up and be warm, goshdangit.
• I feel the need to confess to you right now that I sometimes spend time-wasting time. It’s a horrible habit, and not something that I would ever recommend that anyone do, and I would never tell any of you to google the words “i waste so much time”, because I know that once you start wasting time, it’s hard to turn back.
• But honestly, I really don’t waste that much time. I promise.
• We had tacos at lunch today. Big whoop, you say, we have tacos every week. And yes, you would be correct in saying that, but we have tacos every Tuesday. Today is not Tuesday, you will note; it’s actually Wednesday. But because we had “Thanksgiving Lunch” on Tuesday, they bumped Taco Tuesday to Wednesday and not only did they lose the chance at alliteration, but my internal clock still can’t figure out why I went to work today because we had tacos for lunch, which obviously means that it’s Tuesday.
• I don’t even like SDR tacos.
• I joined Twitter about a month ago. If you subscribe to receive my posts via email (which I thank you for) you may not have noticed that there is a little bar on the top right side of my blog which reads “Nataliaria Tweets”. My tweets, when I post them, appear there for your own personal viewing and entertainment pleasure. If you don’t subscribe to my blog via email, and actually check it every day, I thank you for your dedication. I also recommend anyone to follow Leadmewhere on Twitter.
• The point of the above bullet point is to preface this: my brother, Stevy, joined Twitter yesterday. When I joined, he derived great joy and hilarity from making sassy comments regarding the nerdiness of Twitter, as well as creating mock hastags saying things like, “#makesureyoudontoverusehashtags” and “#petpeeve”. So, being the loving sister that I am, when I found out that he had joined Twitter, I pawed through my received text messages until I found his snarky anti-Twitter comments and posted them on his Facebook wall.
• Ha.
• This evening, right this minute in fact, is the last significant chunk of time that I have to do homework this week. I realized this on Monday and dutifully filed tonight away in my mind as Productive Night. But this afternoon arrived and my time was open and I sat down at my desk to write our my Homework To-Do list, only to see that I don’t actually have that much to do. So, the pressure off, my productivity deteriorated into meaningless errands up and down the hallway, drinking copious amounts of water, taking multiple trips to the bathroom, puttering around the room, and finally lying down on my bed and reading a chapter of one of my books.
• The Roommate and our neighbor are as we speak deeply entrenched in a discussion regarding the nutritional content of the food we are fed in the dining room. The conversation is mostly centered around the “guacamole” that we spoon on top of our tacos. Sometimes, it’s better not to think about the food and just eat it.
• I’m going to go pretend to be productive now. May your days be merry and bright and your tacos be fresh.
~Natalia
Nov 17, 2011 @ 14:57:20
You really, really don’t want to think too much about dorm food…
Nov 17, 2011 @ 23:32:21
When I’m tempted to put up a fuss about the food, I try to stop, thank God that I have food at all, and then move on with my life. :)