Apology

I apologize to my readers, and to You, dear Internet, for being so lackidaisical in my blogging.

One would think that I interact with so many people every day that I surely must have things to share. And I do. But by the time I sit through 3 hours of class, take the bus, drive home from the busstop and sit down in front of my computer, I can't remember a single thing, except the work which is always hanging over my head.

I've been motivating myself with the thought of no homework and free weekends in the near future. And so, I dive in with the intention of completing all of my work as quickly as possible. Of course, nothing is that simple.

My sheets need washing, as does the quilt covering my bed, since the cats have decided to make it their new bathing blanket - eww. I always need to go to the grocery as I'm always lacking food because I'm always hungry. I can't figure out why or how I'm hungry 24-7. But it's a fact, people. Just call me Hungry-Hungry Hippo.

Has everyone heard of this amazing thing called Pandora: the Music Genome Project? If you haven't, please check it out. It is a sort of online radio - but you can make an account and specify which artists and types of music you want, and if they send something your way that you don't like, you can tell them. And they'll never play it again on your station. Oh, you can create multiple stations - in case you like country and 80's ballads and alternative music. That way, you don't have to mush them all together. Pick a station for your particular mood. These people are brilliant!

In another vein, I love this time of year - when you can be cold and warmed by the sun at the same time - when the copses of trees change to brilliant gold overnight - when walking briskly is most enjoyable - when tea, hot cider, or coffee is always the perfect treat, at any moment.

However, I also made note that yesterday, October 19th, 2006, was the first day that my fingers turned that deathly white color from lack of blood flow and frigidness. In October?! That's a record.

I think I'm going to freeze at Liz's wedding.