Deaf In One Ear, Blind In The Other

I am deaf in the ears, blind in the eyes, mute in the tongue, and psychic in the brain.

I have to say that I am entranced by a new book. New to me anyways, but honestly I can't put down The Hunger Games.

I like titles that don't make sense.

Adventure of the week before this one: my dishwasher was being a jerk and made sure that I came home to a halfway flooded house. That was the adventure to begin with, the rest of it was the three days to pull up carpet, wood flooring, dry it all out, get new flooring, put the carpet back, and move the furniture back to where it is supposed to reside.

I have a cat. I have a cat with puppy dog eyes dogs only WISH they had. They envy his skills.

Painted some more.

I am drawing blanks here. I've been falling out of my writing routine and it's making me suffer.

I motivated myself today. In preparation for Lent (for which I am giving up procrastination and bad exercising habits) I decided to pay attention in class today and I took amazing notes. I feel so proud. Pat on the back for me from me! WHOOHOO.

Now, if I could just finish that project and paper due tomorrow...

Glitter is like that radiation poisoning that travels through food chains and builds up and eventually kills the thing that eats the thing that eats the thing that eats the thing that eats the thing that was poisoned by radiation. It will never ever really get out of your system. Never. It's the same idea as radioactive decay, it never goes away even if it's around for thousands of years, it has that half-life thing going on. If you're sitting next to someone who has glitter on their shirt, if you sit where someone with glitter sat before you, or worse, if you hug someone covered with glitter, you will never be able to get rid of it. You're stuck with it forever.

Why is it that I come to the college library to do research and I see a book about theorizing Twilight? It makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time. Really? Really?

Happy FAT Tuesday. I know, I shouldn't have made that word bold, it makes it self conscious, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I think it's BEAUTIFUL.
Mardi Gras, you used to come with huge celebrations for me, and now I can't find people who celebrate it as fun as I have seen before. I love the atmosphere and the celebrations, maybe I'll find somewhere next year, it's a little too late now anyways.

I'm going to get back to my not-procrastinating state of mind (I hope) so I will blog later when I have something interesting to share with the non-existent world that is my audience.