Paperbackswap.com

I cannot wait to be able to read for fun all the time. For now, my fun reading is interrupted by school (boo), but graduation is in six weeks, so there is a light at the end of the tunnel! If it's possible to have an addiction to books, I totally have one. The great thing about reading when I'm too poor to travel (because I'm doing an internship, so basically working full-time for free) is that getting into a good book is like taking a mental vacation. Just recently I got to hang out with a fictional first lady in Washington DC through reading American Wife by Curtis Sittenfeld. I went to London in Confessions of a Shopaholic, I've even been to Paris recently with Left Bank by Kate Muir; all from the comfort of my own couch/bed. Good times.

Brad and I are hooked on paperbackswap.com, where you can post old books for credits, and then you can use your credits to order books from other people. Super cool. You should do it.

I can't wait to take more brain vacations (braincations?) soon, very soon.

The Graduation Fund

So, here's the deal. I'm broke. I'm in the middle on an internship, where I'm working full time for free. They won't even pay me in sandwiches (I already asked). Therefore, I have created a donation button on the right of the page, just a little under my picture. This is through PayPal, so it's 100% safe. I'll take whatever you want to give me, for whatever reason (graduation present, you just think I'm awesome, etc).

:)

I think we're dead hahaha

Cop Eats Pot Brownies, Freaks Out, and calls 911

This is so funny and ridiculous.

Craaaaaaaaaaap

You know you're up late when the early morning news comes on. I'm officially on the night shift, and it sucks ass.

I have to write eight more pages for my paper to be somewhat acceptable, and then make a powerpoint about it. I CANNOT wait until May when I finally get to GRADUATE!!!

Reading for fun? What's that all about? I thought I was supposed to be having fun reading refereed journal articles about hormonal treatment for postpartum depression and the effects of emotionally focused couples therapy!

I hate my life right now. That's it, school. You win. I surrender. My white flag is waving. I'm crying uncle. What more do you want from me?

Someone send help....and caffeine.

Television

I was feeling sad because I ran out of recorded episodes of Mad About You, when I realized I have a distinctive preference for tv shows.

• Does is take place in a big, densely-populated, cool city?
  
• Are there stereotypical characters (the neurotic one, the womanizer, the naive one, etc.)
• Is there occasional toilet humor?

If the show can answer yes to all these questions, you will probably catch me watching it (Seinfeld, How I Met Your Mother, Mad About You, and so on). I obviously don't have sophisticated taste in television programming. Don't judge me.

I am loving Teen Week on Jeopardy because I can finally answer most of the questions! It's the little things that count. I have enough to make me feel incompetent, so it's nice to feel smart once in a while. Teehee

I haven't gone missing

How predictable of me, I start updating, I blog a little, and then I disappear. I blame grad school. I just took the mother of all tests (over thirteen classes worth of material!), and I have two papers due this week. Anyway, GOBAMA!!

Life begins at rape... ask Mayor Sarah Palin

Wow. Just wow.

I love Matt Damon

Tom Brady

[Background story: I'm not really interested in football, so the only player I know is Tom Brady. That's only because I think he's pretty good looking, not to mention he's dating my favorite Brazilian model Gisele Bundchen (my girl crush). Anyway, apparently he's been injured and won't be playing for the rest of the season.]


I had this conversation with Brad the other day:

Brad: Are you sad that Tom Brady won't be playing this season because of his injury?
Me: What? No. He's still good looking on the bench.

I don't need him to be playing to look at him. In fact, now I can see him better because he won't be wearing a helmet. Watch out, Tommy. Reowr!


Totally unrelated: I was trying to get to my blog, but apparently I did not type in the address correctly (which took me a while to realize). Next thing I know I'm at a site that claims to be able to prove that the bible is true. 6,000 pages about 4,000 topics! OMG, literally! I was scared half to death! It was like, "Okay, guys. Who told blogger I'm a non-believer?" Turns out I just had a dyslexic moment; I was trying to go to leileil.blogpsot.com. What a tard.

Dyslexics of the world untie!

Good Ol' Newton Gresham

There's something about the library that makes me feel smart. I don't necessarily have to be doing anything that makes me smart(er); just being there makes me feel academic. It's too bad this time I'm all hot, academic, and sweaty. Stupid hot weather.

I used to have my own little room in the library; it was a place just for me down a quiet little hallway. All of a sudden the library decided, "Hey, I think we randomly need to renovate during the fall even though we had all summer to do it." Now I have to use the library like everyone else. I want to be special, dammit.
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