te recuerdo amanda

Well, well, I guess someone did read my blog. Someone who's a pretty big deal. I thus dedicate this blog entry to you, Amanda. I just did your Johari window, you crazy hippie, and then I went on to do my own NOhari window, the evil twin of the two. Apparently. So even though the link isn't so much a link, it's there and I encourage all of you to cut and paste it. The small effort on your part will be repaid thousandfold when you get to anonymously tell me what sucks about Anne. Not that anything does, I'm just saying.

So how's life, you say? Pretty lame, but thanks for asking. On the heels of Worst Valentine's Day Ever things can't get much worse. So there. In other news, I skipped yoga tonight to eat a four-course dinner and drink a bottle of red wine. Well worth the guilt.

I can't find a dress for Kelly's wedding, and I have this nagging feeling that if I stopped skipping yoga to eat four-course meals, it might be easier for me to fit into a dress. But whatever, I'm deep into feeling-sorry-for-myself mode and Amanda is the only source of logical advice in the universe right now. Not that she's the one forcing me to eat fried tomatoes, I'm just saying.

Hey, is it just me, does every single one of my friends have an evil boyfriend? I feel like such a statistic. Speaking of statistics, school is a such a rock-bottom failure right now that I yearn for the days of December when I spent my Saturday nights poring over confidence intervals and hypothesis tests. I am a sad, sad case. I think it's time to put this lame day to bed. I have work to look forward to tomorrow: there's nothing like getting to work at 9 and staring at the pencil cup which once really captivated my fancy. Maybe after I look at the pencil cup, I'll turn on my computer. Then I might water my plant, or eat a banana, followed by a little "professional development:" Mavis Beacon Teaches Typing. I just can't get enough of that Chameleon Game - doesn't he ever get sick of eating letters? By the way, I'd like to point out that I type 40 wpm with my index fingers and 15 wpm with all of my fingers. Well look out world, because by the time Miss Mavis is done with me, I'm putting all of you Katherine Gibbs School grads out of a job! Yay grad school!