Doggy's day out

(211.4)

I have had a very boring day at work, to end a boring week. I just don't have any work to do! There are primarily two frustrating things about this: one is that I feel guilty not "paying my way"--when I'm not billing clients, the firm is basically paying my (not inconsiderable) salary for nothing. Also, I know there is going to come a day when I am hella busy and wishing I could've done some of the work I'll have then before. Aye, aye, aye.

The two highlights of the day so far: I had lunch with my secretary and paralegal, and my mom brough Sebastian by the office for a visit. Sebastian got lots of love from most everyone and very much enjoyed himself.

I'm meeting Minneapolis Boy at 6:30 for drinks. I'm looking forward to it. Although I have not met him face-to-face, he seems like a good prospect. We'll see.

Nada mas. . .

Status quo

213.4 (4th consecutive day at this weight)

I haven't been keeping up with the blogging this week. My excuse--if I need one--is that not much noteworthy has been going on. I get tired of writing boring blog entries, and I'm sure the few people who read this blog get equally tired of reading them. :)

So what's new with me? Yesterday morning I removed the stitches from my finger laceration. KC was going to do it for me, but she had to fly to L.A. unexpectedly, and I didn't want to wait. It actually wasn't all that hard; would've been even easier if I could've used both hands. My wound seems to be healing. I still think it's likely that I'm going to end up with an ugly scar, but oh well. It's not as though I make my living as a hand model.

I'm having drinks with Minneapolis boy after work on Friday. We had a brief chat on the phone on Tuesday night. I can offer no solid opinions on what I think of him until we meet face-to-face. I will say that he sounds personable--has a sexy voice, too--and normal, and he scored points with me by calling early in the week and picking a place I like that is way closer to my home than his. But the jury is still out on him until we actually meet.

Activity on match, which, as I've written previously, has never been robust this go 'round, has slowed to a trickle. I have one other guy with whom I've been corresponding that I imagine I will soon be meeting face-to-face (I'll call him "Nebraska boy"), and I got an email from someone new yesterday. Other than that, nada at the moment. Ah well. I've really been struck by how much less interest "I" have generated this time, but I'm not dwelling on it.

I developed a migraine mid-morning yesterday. I think the headache may have started as a result of skipping my morning caffe mocha and dehydration, then escalated from there. I struggled through the afternoon, then went home a little early and napped in a dark room for an hour. (This was after multiple doses of Imitrex and NSAIDs.) This morning I feel back to normal, so that's good.

Still no real exercise this week. I did walk Sebastian on both Monday & Tuesday nights, so I guess that was better than nothing. But I still feel like a slug. I haven't been on the treadmill in 12 days! My laziness is awful.

Not much else to tell. Blah, blah, blah. . . .

The key is Consistency

213.4 (ugh)

Once again, I did not get up early enough to exercise. I suck. I am back to exerting no self-discipline. I genuinely don't know what my problem is. Ah well.

I was at a running store today over lunch with a co-worker who is training for a marathon in January; she needed to buy new running shoes, and I wanted to look around. The clerk assisting us asked if I run, too; my co-worker said that I had recently started running again. (Yeah, she doesn't know that I haven't even been on the treadmill in over a week. . . anyway.) The clerk, who has been distance running for almost 30 years, said "the key is consistency. Run at least 3-4 times every week."

Yeah. . . . he's probably right. And if he is, it seems that I will never run even a half-marathon, because I don't seem capable of being consistent. Aside from eating, sleeping, & basic hygiene, there are very few things I do on any routine schedule. It's sad, really.

My mom is still here, and that's going OK. She & I are getting along pretty well--no arguments, though I have gotten annoyed with her once or twice--and she seems to be enjoying herself. She is actually pretty low-maintenance as parents go.

I *was* able to finally walk Sebastian last night; it rained and cooled things off quite nicely. Today hasn't been too God-awful hot either, so I plan to walk him again as soon as the sun goes down this evening. Walking Sebastian around the neighborhood is great for him, and better for me than sitting on the couch. . . . but not vigorous enough to be a true aerobic workout for me. I should still be hitting the treadmill in the mornings.

Another guy I've been emailing on match has suggested a face-to-face meeting; we'll see if it materializes. He is "M," a probation officer. . . not to be confused with "M" in my blog entry of a couple of weeks ago. (That M sent me two emails after our first & only phone call, and I haven't heard a peep out of him in about 10 days.)

As I'm typing this, I'm realizing that referring to these guys by initials is getting cumbersome and confusing. Maybe I will have to start making up nicknames instead. Otherwise I'll soon be blogging about three different men called "J." So we'll call this latest M "Minneapolis boy" because that's where he's originally from. ("Probation boy" would make him sound like a felon. . . . )

Aside from J, whom I met for drinks last Friday (aka Philosopher guy), there are two other guys from match with whom I am in regular contact besides Minneapolis boy, but I've not yet met either face-to-face. I think I won't bother nicknaming any guy until/unless I set up a face-to-face meeting with him.

My finger is itching but otherwise seems fine. I'm going to get KC to remove my stitches on Wednesday night. I can already tell I'm going to have an ugly scar. Ah well.

Alcohol and lack of sleep = tired & grumpy

214 (eek!)

I stayed out until the wee hours last night--OK, so I was only out until 11:30--and I've been exhausted today. I had a whopping three beers between 5 & 11. It's a good thing I don't actually party anymore; if I feel this wiped out just because I drank 3 beers and stayed up past midnight, I can't imagine how bad off I'd be if I really still partied.

I've had three cups of coffee over the course of the day, and I'm still tired. I could go for a nap, but am determined to tough it out. And anyway, I am going out to dinner in just over an hour. . . . so I don't have time for a nap. Shucks.

Yesterday after work, I met "J" from match.com for a drink. He is younger--31--and a grad student at ASU. We had a fun time. I enjoyed hanging out with him, and he was actually slightly better looking in person than online. I don't know that I see anything long-term on the horizon with him, though; he seems so young and is clearly not looking for a committed relationship. Still, if he's interested, I'll probably hang out with him again.

After leaving the bar where I met Match J, I met my friend J for dinner at a Vietnamese restaurant near my place. Is it wrong that hanging out with my friend J was more fun than hanging out with Match J? LOL Lower stress, I guess. After dinner, we went to a little British pub (also near my place) and had a few drinks. Good times.

J tells me that he and his "ex" A have come to the conclusion that they are going to get back together. So she is going to move out here and is looking for jobs. I hope that works out for him. I doubt it will, but I hope it does, for his sake.

Once A moves here, I'm sure I will be seeing less of J. I'm enjoying our friendship now, though. After his revelations of a few weeks ago and coming to the realization that he and I would never be together again in a romantic way, I almost regretted that we ever got back in touch. But I don't feel that way now. I really do enjoy his company; he's terrific!

Going to a comedy show with KC tonight. Should be fun.

I have a few other prospects from match.com that I'm emailing back and forth with. It's so odd how this online dating stuff works, so who knows what, if anything, will come of them. Time will tell.

I got a haircut and highlights today. I like the way they turned out. It was fun getting caught up with my hairstylist; I hadn't seen him in about 4 years and a lot has happened in both our lives since then. :)

Blah

214.4 (YIKES)

I've been in a bit of a funk today. Not quite sure what my problem is. Today is no different than yesterday or the day before. I guess it's just "one of those days"?

Scale is WAY up today. Why? Well, I have not had nearly enough water the past two days, and last night's dinner consisted entirely of fried food (chicken nuggets & tater tots). And I have still haven't exercised since injuring my finger. Come to think of it. . . maybe this crappy eating and lack of exercise are contributing to my foul mood. Hmmm.

It is still God-awful hot here. Yesterday's high temperature was 107, according to the news. The record high for 9/12 is 110; the normal high temp is 101. So we were closer to the record than to normal. At 10:15 last night, it was still 97. The extended forecast doesn't show anything below 100 in the next week. Ugh.

Poor Sebastian has not been walked any evening this week because of the heat. (I won't take him if the outside temp is over 95.) Good thing my mom is staying at my place, or he'd probably be getting into some mischief during the workday.

In addition to no evening walks, I have not gotten up and exercised any day this week. To tell the truth, in addition to my innate laziness, I am a little worried that jogging (or even brisk walking) will make my finger hurt. I can type with only an occasional twinge of pain, but anything more vigorous hurts. I can't even let my left hand swing at my side as normal or my finger throbs. I can't curl my finger around things to hold them. I'm a big wimp about pain. I suppose I could hold my hand up, but I'm afraid just raising my heart rate will make the cut throb.

Pain aside, my finger wound does seem to be healing. The stitches are still in place, the edges of the laceration are well-approximated, and there are no signs of infection. The finger itself is still slightly swollen, but improved. Aside from the inconvenience of not having full use of my left index finger and the pain, no real complaints.

That's all folks.

New sensation

213.0 (ugh)

I had planned to post an updated photo of my finger laceration, but I can't seem to get the lighting right. Funny how the lighting at the urgent care was ideal for me to get a good shot with my camera phone. . . .

My finger is healing. It was numb all day Monday--after the doctor had told me the anesthetic would wear off in "6-8 hours"--and that was a little concerning. I woke up on Tuesday with normal sensation, and it's been fine since. Except now my finger is sore and hurts every time something brushes it. :( In addition to the (normal & expected) pain, it's still pretty swollen and a little bruised around the base. Ugh.

My weight: Mom & I went out for pizza last night. It was delicious, but I ate an entire 10" pie on my own. . . . the last 2 slices at 10:30 p.m. Plus, I have not exercised since injuring my finger. So I was not at all surprised to see the scale up this morning. Saddened, but not surprised. :)

KC & I are going to go to a comedy show at a bar for a while this evening with our new MeetUp group. The bar is less than 2 blocks from my apartment. If it weren't so close, I doubt I'd bother, but I've been wanting to check the place out, too. I kind of dread changing clothes, reapplying makeup, and redoing my hair on a work night. But I want to see some of the other folks in the group.

Friday night I am supposed to meet a guy from match for a drink. He sounds nice enough, and he is younger: 31. I can't decide whether I want to do it or not. . . but now I've already committed myself so I should follow through. Don't know whether this will be a love connection or not. Hmmmm.

Looks like I am back to my usual boring, mundane posts. :)

Where were you when you heard the news?

As I'm sure is true for most of us, I have a vivid memory of where I was and what I was doing when I first heard of the terrorist attacks on September 11, 2001.

I was a few weeks into my first semester of law school at the University of Arizona, living in Tucson. I had just gotten out of the shower--it was a little before 8:00 a.m. in Arizona, and my first class was at 9:00--when my landline phone rang. I received few calls on that line, and almost none before 8:00 a.m.

When I answered the phone, it was a law school friend of mine, C. C said "Have you turned on the TV this morning? They're reporting that someone bombed the World Trade Center or something." After a few seconds of disbelief, I turned on the TV and saw the first images of the first plane hitting the World Trade Center. At this point, no one seemed to know whether what had happened was a tragic accident or an intentional act by persons unknown.

As news reports continued and I learned that another plane had hit the Pentagon, my first thought was for my sister, V, who at the time worked only a few blocks from the White House. I thought that if any place might be another target, it could be the White House. I had a hard time reaching V at first; when I finally did, she said that nearly everyone was leaving the city and that the DC streets were totally gridlocked.

I called my parents and several close friends in other parts of the country to make sure that they were OK, then headed to school. The mood there was somber. TVs had been set up in the lobby, and many students were watching the endless news reports. Everyone was quiet, shocked into disbelief. (A rare thing with future lawyers, to be sure.)

I'll never forget seeing the news footage of those poor people jumping from the building before it collapsed, or the feelings of uncertainty and fear that we all felt as we watched helplessly. Though unlike many, I was never naive enough, even before 9/11, to think that we Americans were truly "safe" from terrorism, seeing events like these actually unfolding was very traumatic.

I suppose I am fortunate in that no one I knew personally was killed in the attacks. Still, there is no doubt that the attacks had a profound effect on our country and life as we knew it. Our world has changed. . . and not for the better.

Ouch

Here is an example of the tragic results of my attempting to prepare a meal. (A warning: this is not for the squeamish. . . )







































On the plus side, the doctor who sutured me up was cute, single, and quite personable. :)

First time

210.2 (so close. . . . )

I saw 209.6 on the scale Friday morning and haven't been under 210 since! Well, my eating hasn't been horrible since Friday, but it hasn't been great either. Friday night at happy hour, I didn't eat much, but what I did eat wasn't very healthful: tostada, taco, enchiladas, and a margarita. Mom and I went out for brunch yesterday, then got take away from Pei Wei last night for dinner. I had a stir-fry with tofu & vegetables with brown rice, so it was relatively healthy. . . but I know the portion was more-than-a-meal, and eating Asian food always makes me retain water because of all the sodium.

Today hasn't started out too much better. We went out for brunch again, and I had cream cheese-filled crepes, in addition to eggs and sausage. I do have a healthy dinner planned, though: chicken breasts stuffed with green chile and a tossed salad with avocado, tomatoes, and provolone.

And I *did* do my treadmill workout this morning. (You know: the one I'm supposed to be doing 5 mornings a week. LOL) I slightly increased my jogging vs walking time and completed my 2 miles in 30 minutes, 44 seconds. Again, I note that I have been full of energy all day after getting in my morning exercise. You'd think that alone would encourage me to do it regularly.

Things are quite different here at my apartment with my mom here. She loves to watch TV, so it has been on pretty much nonstop since she returned Friday. (She does at least turn it off at bedtime.) She's watched several classic movies; they have been a special interest of hers since I was a child (& probably before that!). At least they beat the usual drivel that's on the TV. . . and they certainly are better than most of the shows to which SL used to subject me!

I don't realize how much I appreciate my "aloneness" until someone is here 24/7. So in addition to the enjoyment Mom's visit has brought me, it's a good reminder to appreciate my usual daily life.

Mom had her first-ever Starbucks coffee today. She said it was "too strong and too expensive." :)

Putting myself out there

212.2 (aw man!)

KC and I went to happy hour as planned last night. Here's photographic proof:

Honestly, I don't think KC had that great a time--she didn't seem to, anyway--but maybe it is just harder for her to "get back out there" than it is for me. (She is still in love with her most recent ex-boyfriend.) I had fun. The crowd was a little older than I'd hoped, but in a way it was nice to be one of the younger (and, if I may immodestly say so, more attractive) women there. LOL Two different guys spent quite a bit of time talking to him; I'm sure they were both interested in me (it was pretty obvious). The first one didn't appeal to me as a romantic prospect; the second one kind-of did and was pretty attractive. And I saw a third man I found attractive; we exchanged a few glances and smiles but never actually talked.

I met several women, too, who were fun to chat with. All in all, I like the group and am sure I will attend other group activities. That's one of the reasons I didn't pursue anything with the second guy I talked with: I figure I will likely see him again. (Ditto for #3.)

I posted some new photos on my match.com profile. Response to my profile has increased significantly since they were approved, and two men with whom I've already been chatting also emailed raving about the new shots. :) So I guess KK and V were right.

J also browsed my profile on Thursday night. (To, as he said, give his "unsolicited opinion.") He said the old photos I had "didn't do [me] justice" and suggested new ones. So I guess he was right, too.

I have a handful of prospects from match at the moment. "M" is a 42-year-old, never married guy, who lists his job as "real estate investor." We had a 20-minute chat on the phone Thursday night; he was articulate and sounds interesting. I have a few questions in my mind about him, but no per se red flags.

"D" is my age, twice divorced, has a 7-year-old son, and works in IT. We "chatted" on Yahoo messenger Friday night for about 90 minutes. Despite his baggage (2 ex-wives & a kid), I actually think I'm a bit more interested in him than in M. We share quite a few similar interests, and he has the kind of quirky sense of humor I like. . . plus he seems really sweet.

BUT it's early days yet: I haven't even meet either of these men face-to-face yet. Who knows how I'll feel once we meet?

I think I am going to meet D for a drink one night this week after work; we "talked" about it last night and exchanged phone numbers. M has not suggested a face-to-face meeting yet, but I believe it is merely a matter of time until he does; we had a good conversation, and he has emailed me at least three more times since we talked. So clearly he's interested.

In addition to M and D, I have exchanged emails with a few other guys who seem to have potential. But we'll see. I've also fielded several emails from guys who could never be contenders, for various reasons, but that is par for the course with this online dating thing.

My mom is back as of yesterday afternoon. We walked the dog this morning, then went to brunch. Otherwise, we've been mostly hanging around the office. I wanted to spend this weekend spending time with her; don't want her to feel neglected. She is going to be here for most of the next six weeks or so, so obviously we won't be spending ALL our time together. . . but I want to spend some time with her. This weekend was ideal: no looming deadlines at work; KC is working; J is swamped with schoolwork and couldn't hang out anyway; KH and V are out of town; and C has other stuff going on. So I'm not really sacrificing anything. . . but Mom doesn't know that. ;)

Weight

209.6

That is all. Just had to share.

Tooting my horn

211.4

KC & I met for dinner last night (healthy, salad with dressing on side) at one of my favorite restaurants near me. They have fabulous bread, but I am proud to say that I limited myself to one piece with no butter. I can always have more on another day. . . . it wasn't my last supper.

I'm proud of myself: I walked Sebastian last night again (2 nights in a row, woo-hoo), and this morning, I actually got up and hit the treadmill! It took my 31 minutes, 20 seconds to walk/jog 2 miles exactly. Right now I am very sweaty (it's more humid than usual out today and already in the low 90's), but I feel fabulous! I should totally do this every morning! Woo hoo carrots!

I've had a few nibbles of interest on match in the past day or so. I'm currently emailing two guys who both sound OK. One has kids, but at least he is my age (or nearly so--37). I put up two different pictures of myself that I had randomly stored on the computer. (One is the same picture as on this blog, the other is a picture of me outside the Bellagio in Vegas in July.)

Not to toot my own horn. . . . but I've been surprised how much older than me guys my age look. I guess I haven't aged too badly. Of course, men usually don't wear makeup to conceal their flaws either, so maybe it's not a fair comparison.

KC & I are going to a happy hour on Friday with a new MeetUp group we joined. We're hoping it'll be a good way to meet some new people. I like the friends I have, but I get a little tired of hanging out with nothing but other lawyers (except KC, of course). And much as I love my friends, none of them are really in a position to introduce me to new men. . . . unless those men are lawyers. LOL

I've gotta crank out some billable hours at work today. Things have been very scattered on Tuesday & Wednesday, so I haven't billed as much as I needed to. I'm sure it'll all even out by month's end.

Discovery

210.6

It's shocking: for once, I actually had a relatively productive evening yesterday. I unpacked six of the remaining boxes in the living room. . . . and I actually put most of the stuff that came out of them away where it belongs. Also, I took Sebastian for a 20-minute walk as soon as the outside temperature dropped to 95 (around 9:30 p.m.)

The weirdest part of actually doing something around the place? It took less than an hour. That's right. I am always putting this task off with dread, and when I get off my a$$ and do it, it doesn't take half the time I thought it would.

While unpacking, I also ran across a lot of things I forgot I had. Good times.

I had good intentions to get up this morning and hit the treadmill, but I had a hard time falling asleep (maybe I went for the walk too close to bedtime?), so there was no way I was getting out of bed at 6:00. Ah well. Baby steps.

Re the match.com thing: the consensus (among 2 close friends & my sister) seems to be that the photos I posted on my profile are unflattering. (Washed out, bad hair day, one didn't like one of my outfits.) I have taken them down, but will have to wait until at least this weekend to take more. Needless to say, with no photos at all, my profile is not generating any emails. . . but that's to be expected. We all know that men are visual creatures.

I liked the number I saw on the scale this morning! It'd be nice to break under 210 soon.

Babies & my Granny

Another friend of mine told me today that she is pregnant. I am very excited for my friends N & R (who I met in law school). They have been married for nearly 9 years and are one of the few truly happy married couples I know; I have long thought they had a remarkably stable relationship. They had been trying to conceive for almost a year, so this is very exciting news.

I got an email today from another law school classmate of mine that she had her baby early this morning. I know of at least two other law school classmates who are having babies before the end of this year, and my friend KK from college is pregnant with her third baby.

All these little babies! Honestly, any time someone who is a functional member of society wants to bring a new life into the world, I'm all for it. I'm happy for my friends.

Today would have been my paternal grandmother's 104th birthday. She passed away in 1988, so she's been gone for almost 19 years. "Granny" will always be very special to me; even after all this time, there is still hardly a day that goes by that I don't think of her. She came from Ireland to live with us when I was one-year-old; after my parents' divorce, she was really more like a mother to my sister and me than our actual mother. (We lived with my dad post-divorce and only saw my mom two or three times a month.)

Granny was very loving, but also strict. She was a devout Catholic who prayed the rosary daily. . . and sometimes became a little impatient with my "American" way of questioning our faith. Granny often said that she only ever had one boyfriend--her husband. Granny devoted her life to taking care of her family; she actually enjoyed "keeping house" and cooking. I came home from school every day to her home-baked brown bread; she preferred to make our beds herself, as we didn't do them up to her standards (to this day, I find it hard to remember to make my own bed!).

Granny was Irish to the core; aside from one year of living in New York right before the Great Depression, she only came to the U.S. to live at age 69. She had a lovely brogue and thought that Ireland was "a little bit of heaven that fell from the sky." She told us wonderful stories about leprechauns and distant ancestors.

Most of my best childhood memories involve Granny in some way; I was very blessed to grow up with her.

I love you still, Granny! I know that you are in heaven, praying for me.

Lazy

212.4

Once again, I am a lazy ass. I reset the alarm 3 times and just got up at 8:00. . . so no exercise this morning. Grrrr. . . . why do I have so little self-discipline??

Still no results from match.com. I got one email from a 55-year-old man in Yuma. First of all, Yuma is hours away; second, 55? Hello??! Whatever. I'm beginning to think I have thrown away the money I spent on this membership. It's weird how just 3-4 years and 30 lbs makes such a difference; I'd have thought that here in Phoenix, with a bigger dating pool, I'd have more results. Ah well.

I need to just let it go and forget about it.

Blah day

214.4 (yikes!)

No work today because of Labor Day. I have basically done nothing but laze around. My apartment continues to be in a state of chaos, I have at least 8-10 boxes that I have not yet unpacked. . . but I just didn't feel like doing anything today. I've been in a funk, but don't have a specific reason that I can put my finger on for my bad mood.

KC & I posted our profiles on match.com last night after returning home from the D-backs game. So far no one who interests me has emailed, but it's been less than 24 hours and it's a holiday weekend, so I suppose it's too soon to jump to conclusions about the ultimate outcome. I suspect that the level of interest that I saw when I did this back in late '03/early '04 will be significantly less this time. . . . if for no other reason, because I am 30 lbs heavier and 3 years older. Well, we'll see.

I couldn't even prod myself in the a$$ enough to make myself walk/run on the treadmill today. Ho hum.

Looking for inspiration

Maybe this will help. . . .

Odd dream

212.8 (whatever)

Just before waking up this morning, I had the oddest dream about SL (my ex-fiance of 5 months, for those not in the know). One of the weird parts about it is that it didn't leave me feeling upset.

In my dream, SL had become part of an up-and-coming rock band and was going on tour. (He was still working as a lawyer at the same firm for his "day job," though.) This part in and of itself is weird because SL has no musical talents whatsoever and is definitely not a performer in any sense of that word: he refuses to sing (though I've heard him once drunk, and he has a pleasant enough voice) and the closest he's ever come to playing any musical instrument is rockin' out to Guitar Hero on the Playstation2.

I learned through the grapevine that he was going away and, for some reason, felt compelled to go and say goodbye to him. I also learned that he had a new girlfriend, 21 years old. As rumor had it, she was actually his second girlfriend since me. (His first was a dead ringer for a beautiful blond woman I worked with in Plano, TX, back in late 1998.)

For some reason, I met the girlfriend first; she drove me to SL's place in her car (a convertible, natch). She was gorgeous: far superior to me in every physical way. Slender, but womanly; beautiful, long, shampoo-commercial-quality dark brown hair; perfect features. Her name was Lisa, and she was actually very nice to me. As we talked, it became clear that she was enamored of SL, but also that she wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. She "couldn't believe" that I was 36 years old.

Then I went to SL's apartment, where he was packing up his gear for the road trip. SL looked the same, except that he had gained weight and was dressing "flashier." He was very happy to see me and hugged me with great affection. He asked if I would keep an eye on his place and gave me his car keys. When I asked why he didn't ask Lisa to keep an eye on his stuff, he just shrugged. (A man of few words even in my dreams.)

While we were very affectionate, it was in a totally sexless way. It was like we were best friends, but even in the dream, we hadn't seen each other in months. The dream ended when some other guys from "the band" came in and told SL they were ready to go.

Not sure what (if anything) this dream means, but I wanted to post it while it's still fresh in my mind. If nothing else, it's more interesting than the drivel I've been writing on here of late. ;)

No shockers here. . .

You are a Brainy Girl!

Whether you're an official student or a casual learner, you enjoy hitting the books. You know a little bit about everything, and you're always dying to know more. For a guy to win your heart, he's got to share some of your intellectual interests. A awesome book collection of his own doesn't hurt either!

What Kind of Girl Are You?

You Are Destined to Struggle With Your Weight

Like most people, you find it a little difficult to stay at at weight you're comfortable with. If you change a few habits and make food less important, you may find the struggle hardly exists anymore.

Are You Destined To Be Overweight?

Your Vocabulary Score: A

Congratulations on your multifarious vocabulary! You must be quite an erudite person.

How's Your Vocabulary?

Your Five Factor Personality Profile

Extroversion: You have medium extroversion. You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party. Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences. But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time." Conscientiousness: You have medium conscientiousness. You're generally good at balancing work and play. When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done. But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it. Agreeableness: You have low agreeableness. Your self interest comes first, and others come later, if at all. In general, you feel that people are not to be trusted. And you're skeptical that anyone else really feels differently. Neuroticism: You have low neuroticism. You are very emotionally stable and mentally together. Only the greatest setbacks upset you, and you bounce back quickly. Overall, you are typically calm and relaxed - making others feel secure. Openness to experience: Your openness to new experiences is medium. You are generally broad minded when it come to new things. But if something crosses a moral line, there's no way you'll approve of it. You are suspicious of anything too wacky, though you do still consider creativity a virtue.

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Random

211.6

Once again, the scale makes no sense to me. I only exercised one day this past week, and after coming home from work yesterday, I gave into temptation and had Mexican food (carne asada tacos, plus some rice & refried beans). I also had a bowl of cereal close to bedtime. Yet despite these things which would logically make the scale go up, I weigh less today than I've weighed the past two days, and I'm back to what I weighed on Tuesday. Weird. I'll take it: it just doesn't make sense.

I did not feel like going out or doing anything last night, so I stayed home and watched TV. . . . something I rarely do (now that I'm not living with SL anymore). I watched the movie 13 Going on 30 with Jennifer Garner, which was predictable, but cute; then I caught the tail-end of Hitch--I love Will Smith.

I was very lazy. And I have to admit, it was nice. I didn't even read or surf the internet--just flat watched TV. Didn't even talk on the phone, which is almost unheard-of for me.

These happy-ending movies did make a bit depressed. . . . especially 13 Going on 30. We can't all go back to an earlier time in our lives and make love turn out right, as I have learned over the past few months with J. Ah well. It was still nice to relax and veg out.

Today a new mattress & box spring are being delivered; I bought them after work yesterday. (My mom is coming back on Wednesday, and I didn't want to continue to sleep on the air mattress once she returns. . . it has killed my back.) KC is coming over to help me assemble my new Ikea bedroom furniture. So my bedroom will be totally changed by the time I go to bed tonight. I'm also going to go to Bed, Bath, & Beyond today to buy a mattress pad and perhaps a new comforter or coverlet for the new bed. Good times.

KC and I are going out tonight, too. I always really liked the bar we are going to back in 2000 when we lived in Phx before; it'll be interesting to see how the crowd there is changed and how I feel about it now that I'm 7 years older.

I scored free tickets to the D-backs game on Sunday from someone through work. They're good seats: in the area right behind the dugout, about halfway back. The team has been playing well, so it should be fun. This will be only the second game I've been to this season. . . . both with free tickets. LOL

Gotta go hit the treadmill before my delivery guy arrives.