So I feel as if reading a blog in which many productive happenings took place may be enjoyable/inspiring in some way. Sadly, that is not March 23rd's tale. Not for this blonde collegian.
I could lie and spout fanciful nonsense about things I have not actually done. But that would be fake, empty, and just plain silly.
Today I awakened at precisely 9:24 a.m.(on the couch). What ensued was a dismal day. I watched my two roommates venture off to attempt to save the world (or more particularly, certain partially under-water Moorhead neighborhoods) and return home muddy, shivering, riddled with back aches, versions of themselves. I facebook-chatted with my globe-trotting bestie, managed to fold some long-dry clothes in between being vaguely annoyed with my boy who has this really great habit of inviting me to things, and when I say something like, "Don't feel obligated to ask me to come," to which he'll quickly follow with something to the effect of "Ok, well I'll call you later." Seriously!?
I also filled the sink with water (which has assumed a funky taste for some unknown reason) in preparation for an ass-kicking dish-washing session, and watched Jeopardy!, Cash Cab, and a stirring installment of Planet Earth. Oh, and I showered.
BUT all hope is not lost! I am a firm believer in to-do lists and the fact that they often lead to ridiculous, unthinkable success.
So tomorrow's goals: properly train boyfriend, wash those damn dishes, finish establishing some kind of order to my things/making my room resemble a room again, shower, make up for not running today (I'm totally training for a 5K...yeah, I know, I'm flabby and delusional), fill out super-vital, important-looking job-related paperwork, invent a more efficient way of blowing glass, spell a mind-bogglingly awesome word with the rag tag N's, Y's, I's, V, an X and an F magnets on my fridge, buy more milk, consume that milk, and write a clever song rivaling anything "The Flight of the Conchords" has thought up.
Also, eke out a pair of rubber boots from the Fargo/Moorhead retail community in order to help save the world.
fidimplicitary
1. adj. fully trusting someone
2. n. a person who has implicit faith
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Good girl.
Also, I love that you said 'clean my room.' it is, indeed, yours.
love.
love.
globe-trotting love.
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