So in an effort to start being healthier and start cutting back on sweets and fatty foods, I joined SparkPeople. When I joined it was completely half-hearted, but in the last few days, I have been constantly surprised by the extreme helpfulness in the site. Not only does it organize my eating schedule, but it also organizes my exercise schedule and there are some really nice support groups that have team goals to fight for (like drink more water). I’m only shooting to lose about 15 pounds in the next two months, but I figure I’ll do that and then it’ll go from a diet resource to a healthy lifestyle resource.

In any case, you can follow my progress here, on my profile page or blog. I’ll try to update there with some of the more boring details of my day to day life (i.e. what I ate for breakfast, how I’m physically feeling, what the consistency of my vomit is when I inevitably get sick from whatever contagious disease I get hit with next, etc), so if you’re one of those strange people who find every minuscule detail of my life absolutely fascinating, you can go there to learn more.

In other news, the ferrets are having a blast running around the living room and I find it extremely stress-relieving. They’re so funny at everything they do, I can’t help but laugh and it makes me feel good. It also helps that the people who who came to look at the house today really liked it and we’ll learn in two days if they want to sublet from us. I’m crossing my fingers because that would be absolutely wonderful and fix a lot of problems. We also got some boxes packed today, and more clothes put away that we won’t need. Slowly but surely we’re getting things done.

This week will be an endless stretch of stress and business though. Ash’s dad comes up on Friday to help us start actually packing up things into a trailer so we want to have a lot more packed. I’ve also got to write up my last paper, meet with my professor about my SAR final, study and take my British Literature survey, and get as many hours as I possibly can in from work. I cannot believe we only have two more weeks left in this place and then we’re headed south. Oh I can’t wait.

And continuing on with the proof that I am one of the coolest people on Earth and surround myself with only those I deem cool enough, here’s a picture. Ash and I are the definition of cool. Look us up in the dictionary. That’s right, we’re there.

I need a self-exploration day.

Okay, I just sat here for a few minutes and read that over in my head several times, and there’s really no way that can be said without a thousand innuendos popping up into the brains of the few loyal readers I have. Or it could just be my fourth grade sense of humor (i.e. immaturity) surfacing. In either case, I now have you all thinking inappropriate thoughts about my sex life. Let’s try this again.

I need a day devoted to defining myself. And what I mean by that is … well, in all honesty, I don’t know what that means. It could mean anything from running naked through the woods and yapping at the moon to setting up my acrylics and painting. I’m going to assume that it’ll be more likely that I’ll put brush to canvas since 1) I’m not a fan of public nudity (most certainly not my own) and 2) it’s a steady zero degrees out right now and I’d rather not lose any exposed body parts to frostbite. I’m cold enough inside with a multitude of layers, thank you.

Anyway, it’s not just me. Ash needs one of those days, too. We’ve both been horribly stressed out with this house situation and it’s really getting to us. We just need a day where we can both do exactly what we want and not worry about time or money. I know it’s not going to happen for a good long time, but maybe once we get more stuff packed, we can take an afternoon off and just have a play date with one another.

Ah sexual innuendos. I’m talking about video games, you perverts.

I’m going to bed.

Zoning out is a usual occurrence for me, but today it’s been ten times worse because of all the fluff that was stuffed into my ears when I was looking the other way. Really. I feel like my whole head is being covered by a pillow and the person smothering me with it is purposefully shoving down on my cheeks. Just kill me and get it over with.

I’m having a hard time even writing this because I cannot pay attention (or spell – I just wrote atetentoin) and my eyes keep unfocusing. I slept a lot today but I’m still just out of it. Everything is fuzzy.

I have totally lost any point this post might have had. It’s taking too long to write these few short sentences. Agh. Here have a picture.

My fifteen year old sister and myself, being silly. Not silly, I mean cool. Yeah, cool. Okay good night.

Woke up at 6am, drove Ash to work, and then came home and tried to sleep for an hour only this proved to be more difficult than it sounds. Why? Because once I started coughing I couldn’t stop. The half-sputter I’ve had this past week has turned into a full-blown hacking up a lung and pieces of heart. So I went to the doctor and found out I have yet another sinus infection and that I should stay inside as much as possible because my cold-induced asthma is making the whole thing worse. Which means that I have an official excuse to not go to my final scenario tonight. My professor says he understands and he’s going to work with the other heads about what I can do to make it up. Thank goodness everyone in the Outdoor Ed department all know my insane medical history.

I’ve got two prescriptions to pick up now, but I think I’m just going to pass out for a bit before I attempt to clean the bedroom and the rest of the house. I’m exhausted. This cough has sucked all my energy away and my arms, I swear to you, weigh at least a ton each. The effort I am making to lift my fingers to type this is comparable to the effort I make to keep Merlin off the counter -and let me tell you, THAT’S A LOT. You can’t take your eyes off that cat or you’ll find him with his head in a pot of spaghetti on the stove. Still heating. NOT KIDDING.

Someday I’ll post a picture of the charred remains of what was once a very cute, though highly destructive kitten.

And then I’ll get hate mail.

I’m going to bed.