moon river

As Holly says in Breakfast at Tiffany's, "Thursday? It can't be! It's too gruesome!!"


Thursday does have a way of sneaking up on you. It's like all of a sudden, you realize that it's almost the weekend, and you still have the week's worth of homework to do. Bummer. 


I'm a hardcore procrastinator. I'm also a hardcore perfectionist.

The result is often a tad pathetic--as I usually always end up desperately writing and/or frantically cramming a mere twenty-four hours (slight exaggeration possible here) before the deadline. In all seriousness, late days (and fees) were created for universities to turn a profit on people like me. 

But while I'm busy not doing my work, creating my own problems, and increasing future stress levels, I occasionally happen to stumble across little gems such as this. 

Moon river, wider than a mile

I'm crossing you in style some day.

Oh, dream maker, you heartbreaker.

Wherever you're going, I'm going your way.

Two drifters off to see the world

There's such a lot of the world to see.

We're after the same rainbow's end-

Waiting 'round the bend,

My huckleberry friend,

Moon river and me.

All I really want to do right now is travel all over the place and have lots of adventures. As school is currently in session, I content myself with getting excited about going to Africa. 

Also, I'm tentatively planning a backpacking trip to Asia for summer 2013. Erm, excuse me, tentatively planning as in crossing my fingers AND my toes that it actually happens. 

shots and chik-fil-a

This has been the weirdest winter. It was so beautiful today--sunshine and puffy clouds--and so warm that I was walking around with no coat on. With weather like that, there's no way in heck that you can just sit in the o-chem lab, so I decided to take care of my vaccinations today.

I drove to the clinic with my windows down and the music loud. It was absolutely epic. I felt like I was a senior in high school again.

I got five shots. I'm such a baby that every time, I'd just bite my lip and look the other way. The nurse kept asking me if I was okay.

But then I went to chik-fil-a, and let's face it, that place can make anything better. Spicy chicken deluxe sandwich, waffle fries, and an ice dream, por fa.

Bring on the vaccinations.

P.S. For lent, I'm going to give up the CougarEat. Not. even. kidding. It'd be nice to still like Subway and L&T by the time I graduate. Which isn't likely if I keep eating there every other day. Oh, and it's probs going to make my bank account a little happier too.

valentine's day

I woke up to discover that Rachel had made orange rolls for everybody for breakfast.

So I ate an orange roll and...

um, a piece of dark chocolate cheesecake. At 8:30 in the morning, I am so not joking. What else is a girl to do on Valentine's Day?

I arrived at work to discover a bag of Lindor truffles with my name on it sitting on the table. Yeeah.

I got chocolates and all that jazz for my roommates and sealed them in #400 cans. I ran home to drop them off, and found that my home teachers had gotten Emily B. and me a chocolate cake with the words TEXT ME. So funny. Inside jokes=mah fave. 

My boss couldn't stay for lab meeting, so she declared that one hour party time. I got paid to eat raspberry sherbert, pralines and caramel ice cream, chocolate chip cookies, and brownies for an entire hour. And watch Modern Family and Kid History. 

Pretty epic Valentine's Day for a single lady, ay?

Except for now I'm sitting in the periodical section of the library, listening to my Love Songs station on Pandora. And reading about and trying to write this paper on genocide. It's a little weird.