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Thursday, March 15, 2007

For the past few weeks...

I've been thinking of good things to write about here.

For example, I thought I could write about the barrage of tests that my ENT doctor has put me through recently, including but not limited to:an MRI that required me to be shoved head first into a small tube that made all sorts of scary noises and movements--only to be finally pulled out, shot full of dye and then shoved back in for another go at it.

I considered writing about my weekend at the Maple Festival. I had a great three day weekend that involved getting a haircut, lunch with my mom, a day at the festival, and then ended with church on Sunday before the drive back to RIC.

I could write about the trials and tribulations of recruiting members for my summer league softball team. That's as exciting as it sounds--the best part of softball being my cute new cleats.

I suppose I could eek out a few words about the Belly Dancing class I'm taking. Yes, go ahead and laugh all you want-- I am taking a belly-dancing class. It's fun--and it's one heck of a workout!

Or I could tell you about giving blood today for the third time--and getting a coupon for a free Chick-Filet sandwich, which I can't eat, since I don't consume fried foods anymore.

Next week, I might have a movie review of 300.

You never know where I might lead you next!

Friday, March 02, 2007

Just in case you didn't know...

there's NOTHING good on TV on Friday nights. ever. And it sucks, because I'm always home on Friday nights, and I'm always left aimlessly flipping through stations looking for something to watch to occupy the night--and I almost always end up watching Nick-at-Night shows like Full House, Fresh Prince, and Roseanne--wondering what happened to my life--and am I really as boring as my tv viewing habits imply?

Tonight, I'm watching the Bourne Supremacy for approximately the 4th time. Don't get me wrong--I love watching a crew-cutted Matt Damon just as much as the next pathetically single girl home alone on a Friday night--but even he has lost his appeal. No matter how much I try to talk to him on the tv, he doesn't talk back. He has no thoughts on how my day was--or my weekend plans (or lack there-of). He doesn't care that I actually got all my laundry done and put away, and now I have all this free time for the weekend--or that instead of being elated, I realize it was kind of stupid because now I have MORE long endless hours to occupy with either aimless net-surfing or reading...or sucky TV watching.

I need to find a hobby to fill up Saturday. Any suggestions?

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