Get My Head In The Game.

I seriously can't get my butt in gear.
I have about a million and one
things on my plate with the semester
coming to an end...and I want nothing
to do with any of it.

I am supposed to be working
on my take-home final
for sociology...in fact...I was supposed
to be finished it hours ago.
Arggg.

I simply can't concentrate.
Instead. I would rather be glued in
front of my television watching
Never Been Kissed. Even though I
have seen it hundreds of times.
Everything in the world just
seems ALL THAT more appealing
than writing answers to questions I don't
even understand.

I need to focus. But that just doesn't seem
to be an option for me at this point.
I normally get distracted...don't get me
wrong...but never to this extent.

People are professional cleaners...professional
nanny's...so why the heck aren't there professional
homework-doers? Someone that I could call up...
to come over here and just do exactly what I need
them to do! Psh.
I'll keep on dreaming...

And NOW...I will for real get down
to business...unless of course The Hills are
re-running. Then of course...I will do my
take home final afterwards.

My Thankful-ness.

Happy Thanksgiving!
Gobble Gobble.

This Year I Am Thankful For. . .

Pirates Booty

Pomegranate Vitamin Water

Victoria's Secret 100-way Strapless Bra.



90210 Box-Set


Classy White Trench Coat



Vera Bradley



Uggs



Angel Innocent Perfume


My Laptop

My fabulous Friends
Orbit Gum

Cuddling



C. O. Mentha Lip Shine

And These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things, , ,

Today was Oprah's Favorite Things of 2007.
Pretty much my most awaited episode
of the year!

The v.v.v.veryyy lucky
audience members walked away
with some delicious goodies.
Ranging from soaps, Uggs, cleaning products...
And of course, a grand 4000 dollar
refrigerator. Sheesh.
I told you they were a lucky
audience!

This has inspired me to create my own
Favorites List of 2007.
So here is what I would give
my studio audience...
because I truly believe that
everyone should get their hands on
each of these items.

MY FAVORITE THINGS IN 2007. . .

-Fall Festival Yankee Candle.
-A copy of The Time Travelers Wife, By Audrey Niffenegger.
-J.Crew Wellies.

-Guitar Hero.
-GPS System.
-$275 Gift Card to Ikea.
-CHI Flat Iron Straightener.
-Chocolate Uggs-Tall Style.
-Steve Madden's Rosanna Pump. (In Red)

-Pumpkin Swirl Bars.
-Jeep Liberty.
-Wicked Tickets.
-Year subscription to Elle Magazine.
-Fair Trade T-Shirt.
-SunSilk shampoo and conditioner.
-DVR.
-Dancing With The Stars Tour Tickets.
-Ugly Betty Box Set.
-Estee Lauder's-Idealist.
-Mini Dresses.
-C.O. Bigelow Mentha Lip Shine.
-Heart Heat Massager.
-Carrie Underwood-Carnival Ride CD.
-Britney Spears-Blackout CD.

Okay. Seeee. My audience members would go home
super duper happy as well.
Now move over Oprah...there is a new talk
show host in town.

I Hope You Dance.

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)

(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

Suck It Up.

Can't even handle it.

After an interesting evening the
other night. . .it got my brain
tick, tick, ticking awayyyy to a few years
back.

I don't by any means enjoy
the concept of blowjobs. I don't
think penis' are attractive one little bit.
I gag from my own tongue. And the
whole slurping sound would
make the hair on my arms, if I had any,
stand on its end. Yes.
It is seriously that bad.

But I close my eyes. . .and take it
full on. Just like the champ that I am.
It's only respectful to return the
favor. . .and I always do.
I never let on the fact that I'm
gasping for air while doing the act.
In fact. I'd like to think that
despite my hate towards the BJ, I perform
darn good. I do all the right things. . .
and I've got some lovely little techniques
down to an art.

But the problem? The reason for this rant
of the beej. . .

Why oh why do guys expect AND enjoy us ladies
whacking ourselves in the face
with the darn thing? It's one thing sucking on
it. But to slap it in our face. . .no.
I beg your pardon. I am all about trying
things in the bedroom. . .but I firmly stand by
NOT doing such a movement. Ughh.

I was appalled when I was asked to do this.
I knew it was something that went on. . .but
can't you just appreciate a good thing when you're getting it.
I guess not.

So in the middle of doing the job. . .
and being asked such a horrid question. . .
my stomach. . .already a tad queasy. . .gets even
more queasy. The next thing I know-I'm throwing up
a little in my mouth. Which pretty much leads to me
throwing up on to his lap.

'Nuf said. . .
It was gross. A complete mess.
Sort of an embarrassment.
But whatever.
The real embarrassment lies in the mouth
of the beholder.

How dare he ask me such a raunchy
question. . .

Are We Finished Yet?

After an amazing weekend retreat...I have returned
feeling like death. Not only did I get
a major migraine Friday night, leading me
to end up with my head in the toilet
at least five times, I came home Sunday evening
with a terrible cold, and pink eye, in both of the eyes.
Ickkk.

Despite my illness...the weekend was
nothing short of fabulous.

Good times were had by all.
(So I like to think.)

All of our hard work, dedication, and long
hours we put into planning the event, totally paid off!
Yayy.

But nowwww. I just want to crawl into bed, and not
rise until my spirits are back.
If only I didn't have two papers and a presentation
due this week. I am dreading every single second of it.
Thank gosh for Cabrini Day-and having off.
And thank gosh that Next week is Thanksgiving...
giving us a five-day weekend.
Amen!

For now though.
I open up Word...and begin the process of
completing my piles of work.
Oh the joyssss of being a college student
who just can't wait to graduate. . .

Step On A Crack...

Superstition lies in the space between what we can control. Find a penny, pick it up, and all day long you'll have good luck. No one wants to pass up a chance for good luck. But does saying it thirty three times really help? Is anyone really listening? And if no ones listening, why do we bother doing those strange things. We rely on superstitions because we're smart enough to know we don't have all the answers. And that life works in mysterious ways. Don't diss the juju, from wherever it comes.