alllllllll byyyyyyyyy myyyyseeelllllffffffffffffff...

how appropriate...

also, i made a lot of hearts on my cappuccinos today. i was pleased. joanna said they looked nice. so, go me. i liked this valentine's day. it's really nice not to have to worry about anyone else. to be single and loving it at this point in my life, and to have a day that reaffirms my contentment. glorious, really.

lives.

Sheez!

I have two powerpoint presentations to create tonight. I don't know how I'll handle the intense amounts of joy brought to me by the fact that I'm actually making a powerpoint. And not just joking about them existing. Maybe I'll make a powerpoint about my feelings while I'm at it.

I've shaved my legs a few more times since that one day. How ... epic.

smooth-legs.ppt

EDIT: (3:13 am) I need to sleep some day. Fuckin' A.

I'M POSTING! I'M POSTING!

I haven't posted on this blog in centuries. I think the last time I posted was right after I was in the first Olympics ever.

In other news, I was selected to be one of those people on the admission brochures for U of I. They asked me all of these questions about my life and they might take a picture of me with a quote or something. Or I might be on the internet.

I like going to Improv night. It makes my throat hurt from laughing. Which I guess it good.

I made some really good chicken tonight. It was honey mustard and garlic chicken from the "Healthy College Cookbook" that I got for Channukkah. I wonder if I can keep using it once I'm out of college. There are three chicken breasts left. So I'm looking forward to that.

And abs of steel.

symbolic closure

Annah's was maybe better. Or, not better, but classier: Pomegranate Liquor. A pretty bottle with a hat on it that we could sip away and the final drop = closure.

But mine? The Art of Shaving: A Symposium by Kinzie Cornell

I got in the shower today. I did the usual stuff: shampoo, condition, wash my face, use my excellent ginko based body wash. As I went about my shower routine, I found myself sitting on the floor with shaving cream on my legs. I was shaving.

This isn't that phenomenal to the average Joe (Josephine?) but ... I haven't shaved since June. June, when I had my first real experience with a girl. After that day in June, I hadn't shaved my legs. And let me tell you, I had an impressive leg of hair. (Head of hair doesn't quite cut it.)

Anyways, my friend has been staying with me this weekend and this morning I woke up before he did. So then I went and took a shower and shaved my legs before I even realized it. And, I don't know. It was closure.

The end of an era.

Get over yourself, Kinzie.

Seriously, just go to sleep. Convince yourself you're tired. And go to sleep. Don't stay up any longer watching the weather channel and a special on crystal meth. GO TO SLEEP.

Oy vey.

Just the tip.

I was cleaning my room and on a lone piece of paper under my bed, I found the following:

"October 23, 2007 [side note: my birthday!]

"Dear Diary,

"Today, so many uninteresting things happened to me. I can't wait to tell you about them. First I saw a dog. Then, I went back to sleep for a few hours, and when I woke up it was eight o'clock at night. Oops. As soon as I woke, I saw the same dog. Maybe he likes me?"

This sheet of paper is clearly in the handwriting of none other than the alipman2 that we all know and love. That's all.