Whether it’s time or resources, some things just annoy the hell out of me.

1. Going to the bathroom - I just spent an hour and a half cooking and $50 dollars on groceries for it to end up a brown lumpy mess in the toilet?

2. Going to college - Why should I spend tens of thousands of dollars and 4+ years when I can just photoshop myself a diploma from any school I want?

3. Watering a lawn - Making the lawn grow for the purpose of cutting it down? Seems a little odd.

4. Having a gym membership - I’d be kidding myself if I thought I would go every day for more than a week. Why would I pay $50 a month to not go to the gym? All that is is a tax for being fat.

5. Bottled Water - Why should I pay up to 10x more for water when I can just go to the lake and bottle it myself? Forget about modern plumbing. I want my water from the source.

And already a midterm! Psychology 149 is an ass kicker. It’s not terribly hard aside from the three and a half hour class sessions. And the midterm being three weeks after the class started (Twice a week for three weeks = 6 classes).  I got a 96%. I need this A to raise my Psychology GPA to get into Psi Chi. I will get in, even if it kills me. And boy does studying kill me. I’d much rather enjoy my recently taken up hobby: staring at the ceiling and trying to remember how to pronounce trichimoanisis for my STI and sex education speech Thursday.

I wish. No, our air conditioning is broken so 4 of the 6 air conditions are broken. They just blow hot air out. Which wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t over customer service. Which wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t a customer service associate. So, I’m stuck in a 5 foot box with the heater on when it’s 100°F outside (38 °C). To make things even better, we can’t even just turn the AC off. It’s controlled in New Jersey, where headquarters is. On the bright side, I have a glistening sweat sheen making it look like I just stepped off of the beach.

I picked up some light reading at Border’s yesterday. The Basic Writings of Sigmund Freud. I was excited when I saw it on the shelf. Even though I’m not the biggest Freud fan (I’m kind of partial to Erik Erikson myself) I’ve been wanting to read his works for a while instead of just reading about them in textbooks. I only have two weeks of school left (4 days altogether) before I go on a two week break (before summer school) so I figured I can knock out 945 pages by June. And carrying it around totally makes me feel intellectual.

I’m not sure which is nerdier… reading Freud for fun or toting the book around everywhere so I can tell everyone I’m reading Freud for fun…

Whether I’ve watched too many horror movies or am paranoid for no reason, these are the most stupid, irrational things that scare me.

1. Closing my vanity mirror - Especially at night. I’m afraid when I close it someone will be standing behind me that wasn’t there before with a knife. Or a dildo. Either one scares the hell out of me.

2. The bottom of my car at night - This is where the killer is lurking waiting to slice open my Achilles’s tendon and rape me as I’m opening my car. I have to have my boyfriend walk me out every night, that way if it does happen he can run away as I get killed.

3. Automatic Doors - I get a nagging feeling that at the exact moment I’m crossing, a crazy power surge will cause the door to chop me in half.

4. The bottom of the cereal box - Or any boxed food for that matter. With all foods having natural, unavoidable ‘defects’ (for instance the FDA allows 60 insect fragments for a 100 gram sample of chocolate), I always like to pretend to myself that the insect parts and rat poo will float to the bottom of the box.

5. Escalators Eating my Toes - This one might actually be warranted, since this has happened before to children wearing sandals. Escalators thirst for blood apparently.

Michael’s 18th birthday was yesterday. It’s legal for him to do the nasty now. We celebrated by having a nice dinner at Olive Garden with some of his friends, and than busting open a pinata full of adult treats. Then I took him to his very first sex store where he was overwhelmed by cyberskin and chocolate body topping. Now, if only he’d get his driver’s license so don’t have to play chauffeur all the time…

I’ve never understood the allure of group projects. I don’t understand why my professors seem to think they are a good idea. Teaching us to work with a variety of people? That’s what kindergarten was for. We built blocks together and get along even when we were forced to work with the kid who ate his boogers. I don’t know which is worse, looking at others sadly in hopes someone will take pity on me and invite me into their group, or not trusting said found group to do their own work. I’m always paranoid I’ll end up doing all of the work and they’ll just slide on my work. I suppose that one day I’ll have to work with people like that in a real job, but that doesn’t make me hate group projects any less.

Since January. I’ve lost 30 since October of last year. It’s hard to believe I let myself go so much and just packed on the pounds. These days I exercise for an hour 5 days a week doing pilates and running (and my wii fit - which totally rocks!) I’m excited to reach my goal weight and wear a bikini (how cute is this?) for the first time next summer (2010). And it’ll be nice to not feel like a cow when I go into a Victoria’s Secret (not that I could afford to buy anything from them anyways). Though I have to remind myself it took two years to balloon up, and likewise it’ll take two years to deflate. One step at a time, but I’m proud of myself. I’ve kept up my New Year’s resolution for over two months (I phrased it ‘get healthy’ since ‘lose weight’ makes it seem like such a chore) and counting.

How’s everyone else’s new years resolution going?

I haven’t had much motivation to do anything lately. Pretty much it’s just been school homework and work. I dropped my chemistry class (fuck chemistry! and my child development 35 class and added a service learning Child Development 144 class.  So, Tuesdays and Thursdays I volunteer at a preschool for 4 hours for 3 credits. I enjoy it and the kids. About half the class is Hispanic so sometimes they get Spanish and English mixed up when they’re speaking to me. It’s neat that they’ll grow up speaking two languages.

So, I haven’t had much interest in updating here or blogging or anything. Well, actually, if you count thinking about it than I’ve done a lot.

Michael and I got into a debate last night over whether love at first sight truly exists. He argues that no one can possibly fall in love that quickly, that it’s something that takes time, and you have to truly know someone before you can love them unconditionally. He argues that falling in love with someone you just met is falling in love with them based solely on their looks making it lust - not love. I don’t totally disagree with him, but I think seeing love like this is black and white, and this thought makes love simply too logical. I think that love is not a logical thing, and although I don’t think love at first sight is a common occurence, I think that it might be possible to have an instant connection with someone.

What does everyone else think? Is love at first sight possible or is it simple lust?