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This is my mommy and me at Cafe Madrid where we celebrated my big three-o with my bestest friends from all over Texas! We had tapas for the first time ever and they were excellent! I'll have pictures posted sometime later this week from the rest of my holidays - till then, everyone stay warm!

Monty, aka Montillius Maxximus

Monty reminds me of Vivi. Though he could easily swallow my little Vi. Monty's a good kid, with a big heart, and even bigger foot warming capacity. Montillius lives with A&J down in H-town. He likes creme on saucers, is picky about his food, is willing to share his bed with you so long as you sleep on the unoccupied end, and is secure in his enormousness. *Luv you, Monty!!

This is my submission for the Darwin Awards. I took this snapshot (click for a bigger picture) on IH-45 in Houston on my trip to visit my friends. What we have here is a highway on a Thursday afternoon during rush hour. What the arrows are pointing to, and what I tried to capture, is someone putting on mascara while driving... in rush hour.

Yes, I am trying to take a picture while driving, but let me point out: the camera is in front of me on the dash and the viewing screen works pretty much like a HUD (heads up display). I don't think the vanity mirror or the mascara brush has the same features. :-)

I had to get dropped home yesterday since I found out the buses stop running way before I get to leave campus. And after an extra long day of classes, working in the shop, and meetings I walked in crawled into bed and slept. I slept straight through (with one small break to check email and rehydratel) and woke up 15 minutes before my bus to campus this morning. And I had a quiz today. That I didn't study for. Because I slept.

And you know what? I knew the answer to every question! Not because I studied. I haven't even opened the book. It's because I slept. And my brain was functional. And I could "derive". Sleep is good. And this is the only time I will ever say this.

Because anyone who knows me knows: "sleep is for the weak!"

So this is a little late, but I wrote these over the winter break. Things I Should Do, the 2005 version:

1) Keep in touch with my friends more often. They keep me sane. Sane is good.
2) To take it a little easier, and stop worrying so much.
3) Count only on people I know I can count on. No more picking up after peoples.
4) Take my vitamins
5) My health comes first. Meaning, I will sleep this semester.
6) Graduate. Finally.
7) Add "not medicated" to my check list for "Guys I would like to date"
8) Not procrastinate as much.
9) Watch a good movie while it's still playing in the theatres.
10) Pamper Vivi.

What I learned from TV this weekend:

Even if I lose a few more pounds and become super star quality, in 4 years, the best I could do would be to marry some guy 20 years older than me with an outrageous carrot colored coif. Throw aside that I could be in my physical 'prime' and probably as happy with myself as I could ever be, I'd be married to some unattractive man who has a name recognized around the world and a huge wad of cash. All the silk, satin and lace they could sew into my wedding gown could never make up for spending my life with that someone I couldn't daydream about naked.

It's either that or I end up a prime time drama episode centered around desperate MRS degree'd women. Imagine, married to a jailbound loser husband and haveing a hot underaged lover who has no fear of commitment. Why couldn't they make them non-commitment phobic *before* i had to go marry a freak.

None of it really mattered until the other day when some new guys I met pointed out that I'm old. Something I realized already. But there was more emphasis on asking *why* I was hanging out with 20 year olds. Seeing as how I live in a College town, I don't have a broader range to choose from. I wonder if I come across creepy like those old scrawny men that hide out in the mall and gawk and the Revlon wearing, over developed 15 year olds.

There needs to be a TV special where good looking smart chicks find good looking smart guys that don't have issues with simple stuff like having lunch, walking in to Victorias Secret, or how old the chick is. Yeah. Seriously.

For once, I didn't bother saying "crap" when I turned over and the clock blinked back a very blury 11:42am. Saturdays are good days. Nothing is expected of me on Saturdays, and I can deliver.

Just me, Vivi, and a bowl of cereal that I didn't have to gulp down. Today's post is pointless, except to say (and remind myself in the future) that I've finally seen Super Troopers from beginning to end (which I'm sure someone made me do at some point, but I wasn't paying attention).

It feels scary to be back behind a keyboard again after going so long without having to stare at a screen, scroll, and tap to-do's in my Clie. *deeep breath* aaaaah.

So I had a decent holiday for once! The siblings came home and brought friends to celebrate the holidays. Mom cooked up a storm and sent us back to our college housing with coolers full of frozen home cookin goodness. I spent nearly two weeks playing Xtreme Home Makeover for my mom's new house. That was two weeks with a 20 foot ladder and a variable speed drill and many trips to the mall. Just like on TV, except I wasn't talking to make-believe people in a camera. I think mom secretly fell in love with the idea of having animals at home now that the kids are away. She fed Bowski and Vivaldi rice soup, potato soup, meatloaf, eggrolls, and chicken breasts. My birthday came and went over the holidays. I turned 23... for the 7th time. For the big celebration, my bestest friends and my mom celebrated with me at Cafe Madrid in Dallas. I got two huge bags of IKEA goodness, choice stationary from Crane's, lots of clothes, and a gift card. More importantly, I averaged about 12 hours of sleep a day. It sounds excessive, but I was making up for last semester.

It was all good, not a lot of tension. Even the drive back to Buttocks, Tx wasn't too bad. I spent the weekend before school rearranging my apartment with leftover home-makeover energy. I assembled my IKEA shelving arranged my multi-million-dollar collection of engineering textbooks on them which cleared up a acres of floor space now occupied by miles of ethernet cables.

Other fun stuff from the past few weeks you miss out on because I didn't have internet access: I met a hot guy from Spain, he gave me a ride in his new Jetta and put his phone number in my phone. I watched professional arm wrestling on the big screen while drinking a beer with another hot guy. I had bubble tea in Arlington with an old friend and got to ride in his new Prelude. I was told that I was the smartest girl that someone has ever met. And, I told atleast 6 times that I don't look a day older than 21.

And that's that. I'm back for my final year at Tech. It'll be fast, painful, furious, and finally over in no time. I can't wait!

...I won't have internet until Wednesday they tell me, so please be patient, and we return you to your regularly scheduled procrastination program...