Thursday, February 22, 2007

What to give up for Lent this year? BOYS!


Yes, I said boys. This basically encompasses anyone with a Y chromosome (with the exception of family). It just seems right to call them "boys" since really none of them are able to show me that they are actually grown-up. Sadly, I do seem to have a knack for finding (and being attracted to) males who are mostly self-centered and who use little more than basic grunts to communicate. Typically, if they are having a really good in the communication arena they will use two syllable words, and rarely three syllable words, but never more than that. Anyway, ,I have decided that I am giving up boys/men/hotties/studs/etc. No phone calls. No text messages. No dates (as if that will be a big sacrifice). Nothing. I am cleansing my spirit, mind, and soul from the toxic poisons of the male species. I'm not a man hater, I have just realized they are more trouble than they are worth. And people seriously still wonder why I am still single? Okay, well it is true that I always get dumped, but at the same time those who have dumped me haven't really been all that great of a catch. Besides, I hear things that my friends say and realize that I don't need that drama in my life. So often women get the bad rap for being the drama queens, but let's face it...men act like little girls who don't get their way most of the time. BUCK UP!


Enough of the man rant...the freakin' energy suckers.


Yesterday was a no run/elliptical day. Basically I engaged in no physical activity and indulged in a ridiculous menu. Lunch was a tuna melt and homemade potato chips. Ugh. That sat like a rock in my gut. I was determined that I was not going to eat dinner. On the drive home, however, Amy called and said her man was being a pain (WHAT A SURPRISE!) and that he was out with a friend and she wasn't allowed to go. Taking pity on yet another female that was dealing with a man's hissy fit, I agreed to go out to dinner. I tried to decide on something healthy. I really did. I ended up with ravioli with marinara sauce. It could have been worse without a doubt.


Anyway, somewhere over the weekend I picked up about another four pounds. This has concerned me all week, but apparently not enough to really do something about it. So, today is the day. I am back on track and am planning at least a five miler tonight. I did bring the rest of the ravioli for lunch today, but it is justified - I need the carbs for running fuel. I do!


I am starting to try to guesstimate in my head when "THEE" letter will come in the mail. Today only makes a week since completing interviews so I figure that I need to give at least a week for the faculty to decide, another week for admissions to decide, and one more week for financial aid to decide (hoping that I make it to financial aid, but even more that I GET financial aid). So, I am thinking that I can't even start panicking until about three more weeks. That will be sheer torture. I've already decided that I will open the letter at a bar. That way, I will be ready to do a shot if I am not accepted and two shots if I am accepted. I think that's fair.
Back to work.

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