February flojera...

Ahhhh, we have hit those wonderful couple of weeks of February that we have here in the Rogue Valley where spring seems on the point of busting out all over....right before the frost kills everything and takes us back to gray. But in these few weeks I usually get enough spring fever to set me behind for the rest of the term. Ashland is particularly nice as there is always a breeze or rampaging wind bringing that jolt of "wake up!"

You'll all be happy to know that I survived Valentine's Day. Actually, I had a very nice Valentine's Day, thank you very much, and didn't start getting bitter and cynical again until a couple of days later. I've been told that I sound very pitiful, buying flowers for myself and going to concerts alone, but really, Valentine's always serves to remind me that being single isn't actually all that bad and that it's better to enjoy it than to mope around feeling all lonely and junk like that (rise up, fellow S^5 members, and throw off these oppressive bonds of socially-induced feelings of worthlessness!!).

I must admit that I am a little tired today as I stayed up watching Pride & Prejudice and eating chocolate with a certain blonde cousin of mine, while supposedly studying for the quiz I just took in International Politics. We'll see how much trouble I'm in on Wednesday. Ah well, that's enough for today, I suppose, unless I go off on a virulently feminist rant or fall asleep drooling on the keyboard.

PS Thank you again to Bryan for being a sweetie!!!

Raaaaaadio

I'm afraid that nothing fascinating has happened in my little old life recently. Except, perhaps, the new XM radio we have which allows me to catch up on my Mexican music and listen to old radio programs. I'm afraid my darling brother doesn't particulary care for banda, which unfortunately fires my desire to turn it up reallllly loud, and dance around like a nidiot (not a typo).

This last weekend I went to Tacoma Special Meetings with my cousin Katie, and we stayed with Melodie, leading to a couple of late nights and sore stomach muscles from hysterical laughter. Funny how the two often go together. Isn't this all just so fascintating??

Oh, for those who care about my health and well-being, the nice lady at the Health & Wellness Center said I just had a virus, no strep, but since they didn't want to pump me full of antibiotics leading to the creation of super-viruses invulnerable to modern medicine, I just had to suffer a few more days of croakiness but I survived. *grins*