now, i'm not one to brag...

...but HOLY CRAP! I just got a ridiculous amount of work done tonight. Indulge me and let me list the accomplishments of Sunday, February the 3rd, of 2000 and 8:

• Long overdue creation of Oral Comm. Gradebook, Attendancebook, and Attendance Sign In Sheets.
• Grading and inputing of said grades.
• Filing of all sorts of paper mumbo jumbo.
• Updating of tournament files (yay for OCD record keeping!)
• Posting and publication of coaching hours for this week.
• Extensive redrafting of Interpersonal Comm. presentation and two page handout.
• Creation of extensive presentation and three page handout for Comm. Theory.
• Initial edits on paper nominated for Graduate Symposium.
• Scheduling to the hour (because to the minute would be excessive) of my life for the next four and a half days.
• Packing of lunch.
• Cleaning of kitchen.

This all boils down to the question: How cool am I? And how self indulgent?! I actually feel a little bit excited for it to be Monday.

IN OTHER NEWS:

1. The Yogurt-of-the-Year prize goes to Dannon's Light and Fit Vanilla, a happy experience for dieters and non-dieters alike.
2. Latest Pet Peeve: when certain co-inhabitants of Messy Manor do the dishes and put them away in completely wrong and illogical places. Don't get me wrong, I'm digging the shared domestic responsibility, but the lack of OCD in dish placement? Entirely unacceptable. (I love you, A).
   
3. Thank you, Hollywood and Hollywood Writers for coming out of your respective time-out corners and making up so that the rest of us CAN GET ON WITH OUR LIVES!!!
4. I need to wash the rug in the kitchen in Messy Manor. Who knew that rugs needed to be washed? While I consider myself to have been adequately exposed during childhood to the nitty-gritty aspects of survival in the suburbs (Buelsy cleaned her some toilets), rug-washing escaped my repertoire. Nonetheless, rug-washing has been scheduled to occur between the hours of eight and eleven tomorrow evening (do you sense that OCD is becoming an outstanding theme in this post?).
5. Go Giants, I guess.
6. Things you should remind me to get at Tar-jay this week if you're feeling benevolent, dear readers: more fifty-cent-orange-plastic-dish-scrubby-things (no, they do not have any other name), more plastic sandwich baggies (sorry, mother earth), and a new cutting board (snap-crackle-pop).
   

I think that is about all. Shower, tea, yogurt, bed.

--buelsy (feeling significantly better than in days past).

middle of the night moves.

The semester's over. Well, almost. I have to go to Cup O' Joe tomorrow and finish reading final papers so that I can turn in grades. I actually like grading, though. Yes, I am freaky/cool like that.

Grad school has wrecked havoc on my life in many ways. I'm unable to sleep with out medical aid anymore. When I lay down I can't relax my muscles or my brain. My doings-of-laundry are few and far between. I call my house Messy Manor for a reason. My nails are bitten. My hair is a little bit more gray. My caffeine addiction is infinitely worse (as if anybody though that were possible). My utilities bill is currently late. I think about speech all the time.

But, oh my god. I am so *freaking* happy.

--buelsy (going home on wednesday)

insane or just sleep deprived? you decide.

I feel like I'm losing it. I'm misspelling my favorite words, I'm walking into rooms with purposes that I forget the minute I get through the door, I'm getting teary-eyed when I retell duos I watched over the weekend, I'm writing checks for my utilities bill and not mailing them, I'm thinking about going to bed even though I still need to plan my class, hem my pants, pack for NCA and paint my nails (the important things, people!).

The weekend was okay. Both very frustrating and very fun for the usual respective reasons. I kinda of fell in love with the University of Wisconsin, Madison. Coolest town ever. If the idea of getting a PhD in the next few years continues to amuse me, I'm going to apply there. Let me warn you though, dear readers (all three of you), the idea is verging on NOT amusing right about now.

Next year is pretty much worked out. Arguably the coolest thing that has happened in my life so far.

--buelsy (too bad she still has to write that thesis)

wash and dry.

The laundry room in my complex is the absolute best place to get work done--at least during dinner time on Tuesday nights when it's completely empty and lacks the a.d.d. enticements of Messy Manor and my office. The sound of the washers and dryers is comforting too. Alone, but not really. As far as prospectus prepping goes, maybe self-destructive patterns really can be broken. I'm remembering that I love to analyze political campaigns, and I didn't even have to take any stimulants.

--buelsy (diggin' for quarters)