During my hike to campus, I am frequently in contact with a team of construction works erecting a series of new buildings. In the months that I have traipsed my way through these area, it has come to my attention that I have in no way been harassed. Have construction works transcended their stereotypical "in the gutter" mentality? It may be that this breed (i.e. Central Illinois) have taken the step above their cat-calling counterparts. Who knows? Whatever the case....hats off to you Bob, Dale, Mike, Timmy, Stan the Builder.

No post for a month and this is the depth of thought you get.

The latest things on my mind have been:
1.) I need to find and buy rain boots and a big obnoxious cane-like umbrella.
2.) Lindsay is having a celebrity themed birthday bash and I need to figure out how and who I'm going to be. Any suggestions?
3.) I need to fit running into my schedule. I used to love running nearly every day. Ok, yeah...I'm working this into my schedule.
4.) I want to frequent garage sales this summer.

Oh, the depth of my thoughts.

Sarah and I watched a whole mess of movies last night. We watched Jack. Robin Williams. Unusual aging disorder. We googled pre-mature aging disorders and the results did not yield images of gracefully aging 10 year olds who looked like hairy comedians.

Oh, happy day.

I have been thrilled by the simpliest of life's pleasures lately. I will do this things and think to myself, "man, I love this a lot. Why don't I do it more often?" and then other things that I do often, but don't love it any less. Wanna know? Ok, just don't tell anyone world wide web.

1. Writing e-mails. I love it. Used to do it often. Miss doing it. Anyone want to be e-mail buddies? Toni, I need to send you an e-mail.
2. Sleeping in leggings. What is it? It's less than flattering to be seen in a tank top and leggings, but it's my favorite nocturnal attire.
3. Having the windows open in my apartment. Maybe it's because my mother keeps our house as cold as a walk-in freezer and never allowed us to open the windows (think "Do you think I'm cooling down the whole neighborhood?" sealed house compulsion). My windows have been open for a week and half and it makes me smile everytime I step foot into my apartment.
4. Salt water taffy. Way underrated.
5. Humidity. Ok, most people hate it. However, rain + humidity=my favorite.
6. Online shopping. Well, mostly browsing. Keeps me entertained forever.
7. Guacamole. Avocados in general. Ole.
8. Having pillow talk with Dillon. Who doesn't like chatting and giggling with their best friend?

Ok, well I'm just going to sit in my apartment with the windows open eating guacamole and writing an e-mail wearing leggings.

Anyone for a nap?

Eyelids=droopy and stubborn
I'm fighting the force to crawl back into bed and snooze through this glorious rain storm with the window open. Oh, word.
Fighting the urge with blogging.
This will become a regular thing...blogging. Kind of fun?
Did I ever mention that Toni Oberto is a gosh darn genius?
Yeah, I went there.

Oh, wow.

Well, dear friends....it's been awhile. I cannot understand why I decide to blog at the times when I am the most busy. This semester has decided to take a turn for ugly and suck the life right outta me...

I really do not have anything blog-worthy to contribute to the world wide web, but I just feel like typing I suppose. Typing. Typing. Typing. Typing.

There is something that I have recently recognized. Sarah has been talking about getting a kitten. Ok, I don't like cats, but everyone likes kittens right? Wrong. We went to the Humane Society and in a room full of kittens all I wanted to do was run. I tried holding one. I didn't like it. I tried playing with one, but it was only satisfactory because I was teasing the sack of fur. Show me a picture of a liter of kittens in a basket surrounded by flowers and I'm not getting anything out of it. Not a tongue click, not an aww. My heart is missing that feline attraction part. Sorry bout cha.

Oh, yeah and have I ever mentioned I've never had a PB&J (a bite...once.....a week ago). Talk amongst yourselves.

A rather ungraceful day..

I have never claimed to be graceful, but I've been having one of those overly clumsy days today.

Sure I've always been know to trip, slip, shimmy my way to the ground on many occasions, but today has been absolutely a mess.

I decided to get the ball rolling and head to the library an hour early today. With my McDonald's coffee in hand I began my typical hike through the sketchy alley behind an equally as sketchy bar to get to campus. I was cutting through the parking lot across the street and I normally walk down the right side. Hooooooowever, I was having a left (not right that's for sure) kind of day and veered to the left. I stepped off the curb on what I thought was damp cement, but what was really SLICK MUD! There was no way I was breaking that fall. Let me explain I was carrying a white canvas bag that my aunt got me for my birthday. It is really cute and has a cheesy quote about being a teacher on it and I was really trying to wait to use it until practicum because I didn't want to get it dirty...ha. With my coffee in one hand and my perfectly white canvas bag on the other side, both of my feet flew out from underneath me. As I was going down I was thinking to myself "Wow, Vanessa. You are really going down right now. Have a nice fall." The good news is I didn't spill all of my coffee. The bad news is it did get in my bag and stain most of my papers. I had to march my muddy butt home (literally...all over my last clean pair of jeans) and throw my dirty boots and jeans in the bathtub.

Later in the day I was walking through a building that I always walk through and approaching the exit doors chose the left (not right) door. Guess that sucker needs a little WD 40 because my body was for sure moving faster than that door. Crash goes Nessy's face and glasses into the door.

Let's not talk about my cereal pouring fiasco this evening either.

Meh,
V

Late night entertainment...

I canNOT fall asleep for anything. For me, being up late usually leads to infomercial viewing. Oh, my favorite.

I say I hate infomercials, but I get sucked into them within the first 2 minutes. I am completely, 100% amused at the creative ways in which the geniuses in the ad department figure out how to make the alternate to their product as awkward and infuriating as possible. Sure, if you are trying to cut a tomato with a dull butter knife there's going to be problems. The Miracle Blade is not going to solve all your problems.
My favorite would have to be the Magic Bullet. The temptation is so intense to purchase it every time I view the infomercial. I'm convinced that a party is not a party without the blended masterpieces created from the Magic Bullet. Oh and that's not all...not only is it good for tasty party drinks, but you guessed it...it'll whip up a hangover remedy just as grand. With such dialogue as "Whoa John [not sure that's the name used, but it fits] you're looking like you had too many cocktails by the pool last night. How about a smoothie for breakfast?" I cannot help, but love the magic that is the Magic Bullet.

My least favorite....Ped egg. Oh, wow. An infomercial showing me how easy it is to deposit of skin shavings from my feet into a trash can with no liner...um...no thanks.

Maybe, I'll try to go to bed?
V