Thursday, November 18, 2010

Just call me Bridget Jones


Today, Thursday November 18th, year 2010, I begin my journal in the style of famed Bridget Jones with the technological mandated addition is in blog form.
This is shit writing. I'm not publishing this.
Anyway
Today I begin my Bridget Jones diary, blog-style because I am sooo 21st century.

Weight: yeah right. we'll say xyz.
Boys: 3 in my mind at the moment; none in reality.
Exercise: ordered a scale, acquired a mini trampoline for cardio jumping sessions, discovered time counter for laps on my iphone and use it at the track when i like to run at night, 30 min brisk walking earned me 2 pts off my total bill that day. Immediately indulged in a glass of port.
Self Health: facial attention, stretching and rolling, daily pose of the day yoga, floss, put mouthwash on the list, natural makeup application, (keys, wallet, phone). I also think I may want to start using a planner. A day book. Whatever you call them, I unoeqivocally want a classy, traditional, lasting, chanel, kate spade, leather, crocidile, structured, clean, crisp, simple, understated vessel to carry all my life's appointments and reminders to "stay calm and carry on".
School: ToDo's inlcude draft of my final memo for my writing class, making concept term flash cards for each subject's (property, contracts, torts) main topics, finish the reading for next day's class discussion.
Social: Failed to make it to the midnight showing of harry potter; instaed had my appt with the shrink, went to my mom's house for some ravioli and wine, then home to video chat + vino with my bestie :)
all in all a great night especially given I completed this (let it be known due to certain errors in my previous execution of this blog post attempt, this is not the original version of the thougths posted hereafter)

Rant about fuzz

I think I have an invisible cat living in my apartment. I picture it to be of the persian sort; white, puffy, and definitely stuck up. The reasoning behind my illogical thought is the abundance of white fuzz that stock piles my parkay floors like wall to wall carpeting.
Attacking it with the vacuum cleaner was fruitless, as was crawling on my hands and knees with a lint roller in hand. My next and last hope was to purchase a cat hair comb and attach it to the handle end of my broom stick. This worked like a charm and has been ever since. But the point of that rant was that the effing fuzz is endless, ahhh.