my favorite kind of cheese

is Michael Bublé.



Ok back to finals

bastard donut pushers

I am not going to lie. I am a sugar freak. I heart sugar. And I actually kicked it for about two months last summer, but I succombed to the habit again. Now, I am proud to say, that since April 18th I have kicked the habit again, and I do sincerely plan to stay strong this time. Now, how do I explain my boundaries with sugar? Ok, I still eat as much fruit as I want. I also have a drizzle of honey during breakfast, a piece of dark chocolate a day and the hidden sugars that lurk in pasta sauces, cottage cheese and milk. If the sugar is lurking around I try to make sure that there isn't any more than ten grams of it. In fact, most often, there is less than five. I finally found granola with less than five grams. And it tastes amazing. Now, here's the deal. I hear a lot of crap from people about the fruit, dark chocolate and assorted foods that contain sugar (bread, holy crap), and they think that I'm full of shit. But, really, this is a huge deal to me. I usually have dessert for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and most often I will eat some sort of sugar for a snack. So, the fact that I've reduced my sugar intake to fruit, dark chocolate (usually 70%+ btw), and various foods is a huge damn deal. And I am proud. Now, if the dessert is something unique then I am going to try it by god. But I usually only run across rare desserts a couple times a month. And a bite of a cookie is better than the whole darn thing.

Today I got an email from my favorite donut place. "Where did you go?" it asked. "We will give you a free donut if you come back."

Bastards.

Oh and this is extremely adorable.

misbehaving

So unmotivated this morning. I fought my way through tennis, every shot shaking my teeth. I cursed my sluggish body. But I came home and ate a healthy lunch and did a little laundry. I also started working on my poetry portfolio, which is due Wednesday. I am going to practice signing Woody Guthrie for the kazillionth time and then take off for school on my bike. A 2 hour ride ought to tell these bones how to behave.

Thank you Jolie Holland for making my day.

sassy gay friend

I can't figure out which one is my favorite.

busy

Wow sometimes I just have to laugh at the calendar. I have a final tomorrow, and both a final and a paper due Friday. PLUS I'm PMSing. Wow, thank you o divine calendar.

I met with several people today about pursuing my MFA. I already knew I was too late to start in the fall, but my current teacher just so happens to be the teacher of the poetry workshop that starts in the fall, and he said he'd be happy to have me in the class (a big damn deal). So I'm beginning the program before I'm admitted. But it sounds like they'll let me in. There are two poets in charge of the poetry applicants, and those two poets heart me (or my poetry anyways). It's a tough program to get into. Less than a third of the applicants make it in, but I'll have a year now to get close and personal with the teachers and work on my portfolio. And I'll be able to get a decent job while I wait.

I also might just say fuck it and take off RVing full time. I'm ready to jump onto whatever moving train comes by first. Until then I will write and explore and examine everything down to its microscopic fibers.

I also need to study and write this paper apparently. And plan the Kentucky trip, help R search for an RV, set up my dad's Etsy, and think about the July trip.

Oh and I have about 5 additional projects/finals left after this week.

So I'll be busy.

oh boy

sigh

2 loves

From Real Simple May:

Paradise. The only problem is that it takes you to Amazon.co.uk.

Also, Kim Parker's gallery is worth waiting for the page to load.

peaceful

Just went bike riding. It smells so awesome out there right now. And it was so peaceful.



Time for cookies and milk.

Why do they make yoohoo?

Yesterday the poetry reading went well. Both Josh and Robert attended and suffered through it with me (if suffering is wallowing in hilarity), and I wore my favorite dress.

And pops is fine. Here I go again with Every Minute by Sara Groves. But that's not possible.

Another long long day has passed, and my body is protesting everything today. Eh. No emails or itchy bras or sweating or planning. I need to turn off the internal blender and relax.

God I should just get myself to the gym and answer all my emails and clean my desk and do a few loads of laundry and write out everything in my mind until it's stripped bare and paint every canvas red and black and run with the dogs and read Jazz and do math homework.

The blender is always on go.

riding bikes

Yesterday Robert and I biked to supper, 12 miles (which is super for us). Today I grabbed my keys and started to leave to pick up my prescription and Robert stopped me and asked why not ride our bikes up to Walgreens. So we did : ). A 30 minute trip turned into an hour, but it was worth it. So now we're both going to start asking ourselves if we can ride our bikes to a place instead of driving. Now I'm NOT riding my bike to KU. That would probably take a day.

But I'm proud of ourselves nonetheless, and I'm surprised at how much joy a bike ride gives us.