Snowed In

I am kind of not very happy with mother nature right now. I know, what good does that do, she's mother nature, she could flatten me with a gust of wind. As of right now, I am just sick of these snow storm side effects. The roads are a MESS and lets just say my tires are as useful driving on snow as my mothers cookies are to my healthy eating habits. Not good. So now not only am I inside trapped except for when I brave the outdoors of Siberia to go to work, but I am now trapped inside with a ton of chocolate filled fat filled delicious cookies and pies surrounding me from the holidays. It's just plain ridiculous. Luckily I love my family enough to deal with our entrapment in these times for at lease another day. Oh my, my mother just pulled a giant chicken pot pie out of the oven.. gotta go.

Happy post-holidays,
MW

Shiny Happy People

I seriously think it's true what 'they' say, "90% of your happiness is determined by the people who you spend your life with". I recently recognized that if you don't like someone for everything they are within the honeymoon stage of knowing someone, then things probably wont last. This goes for friendship and relationships. I noticed I've been severely influenced by all of these movies that have come out portraying the message that a stronger person can "fix" a weaker person.. all withing the first few months of knowing them. This is simply preposterous. You can't fix something you don't know is broken. A good friend once told me, how can you fix someone if you have never seen them in any other state but broken? For example, If I have known happy go lucky Bob for six years and he seems sad lately.. I can try to fix him and bring him back to his natural state. But if I have known Tom for two months and he is just sad all the time, how do I know what his natural state is?

This is a bit wordy and deep I know. All I'm basically saying is, surround yourself with people who genuinely make you happy and people that you make happy. It will make the world of a difference in your life.

I'm working on it. ;]

All for now,
MW


p.s. It's easy to be miserable, there is always something to cry about. Happiness is the ability to overcome the easy way out.

Christmas

Happy Christmas everyone!

I just want to say I used to think Christmas was too stressful and I didn't like it that much. This year Christmas has been rocking my expectations. I love giving people presents.. and even though I was broke this year I somehow managed to give everyone something they were super excited about. I love that. Surprised is one of my favorite emotions to see people have. I think it's stunning that in a world where we know everything and we can find out anything in about three seconds using the internet, it's great that we can surprise people with simple things like presents, parties and visits from far away family members. So keep Christmasing everyone, and remember, Christmas lasts all week.. not just today.

Joy to the world,
MW

Down with the sickness

Today I would like to give my kudos to Airborne, possibly the best product I've ever used. I've been watching and hearing people sneeze and sniffle for weeks now and to my surprise, none of those people have been me. I have been taking this wonderful little all natural supplement since September every two weeks to prevent me from getting sick. Let it be known that for some reason every year around Thanksgiving, and multiple times after that, I never fail to fall ill. I'm the girl who spends half of her winter drowning in her covers and surrounded by germ infested tissues. I've been sick so consistently over the past few years I've already developed favorite cold medicines that I stocked up with in August. I haven't used them once this year. I'm a perfect advertisement for this product, I swear I'm not affiliated with any sector of the company Airborne.

On another note, I had my first final today (FINALLY). Lets just say it was a major WIN.

Side note!: For some reason, lately I feel compelled to use the word WIN or SCORE in capital letters after I say something exciting. Luckily.. I haven't had enough social interaction this week for it to actually start annoying people. Silver lining.

All for now,
MW

Finals

It's been a busy few days. Tomorrow, I start my finals regimen. 1 hour a day for each final I have split into 30 min. study segments. Now doesn't that sound like fun?

Everyone is freaking out for finals this year, luckily, I get to take it easy. I only have 3 tests and they start on Friday. I have an easy week ahead of me.. which is why I made the schedule and posted it over my bed as to not be forgotten. I know myself. I'm a MAJOR procrastinator. If I didn't practice some sort of self dicipline.. I would be watching Hulu all week and on Wednesday I would find myself in a frantic state, shaking, wondering who I am and what I'm doing, having a panic attack at a box of Cheeze-Its or some sort of inanimate object.

Thankfully, I'm not that person this year. Sure, I've had my lazy moments, but it all comes down to finals week.. which I'm going to rock by the way.

Tonight, I'll stay up until 1am one last time and then up up up I'll be at 7:00 am and off to the gym after eating something nutritious.. which I have been avoiding at all costs lately. Literally at all costs.. fruit is expensive to maintain, and who wants to eat canned fruit? No one smart that's who. Peaches soaked in corn sugar syrup.. why would I do that? I'm making the effort to eat fruit it may as well not be giving me cavities in the process.

Anyway.. this was supposed to be short.

Oh. and I found out today my favorite SNL clip of all time is on Hulu now. Gosh I should be paid by Hulu for all the times I mention them here..

I present to you.. Lazy Sunday. (Andy Samburg.. yum)

Re-vamp

As you can see I've given my page a bit of a makeover. I felt like it needed one. I also made myself over this morning, and by that I mean I showered and put real clothes on. Go me. I look pretty decent if I do say so myself.

I've been having somewhat of a music fest this morning while getting myself ready for the day and for my French oral that I have in fifty minutes. I think I will do alright.. or just start speaking Spanish, which is possible seeing as I have done it before. Funny thing is I'm not even fluent in Spanish.. at all. I took it in Middle School and High School for a year. It is way easier remembering languages the younger you are. I will admit though, French isn't going as horrifically as I thought.

Well, I should figure out where my professors office is.. here's a cool song I like. It's great morning song.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8MAHQhKe7Q&feature=related

Sorry I couldn't post it, apparently the video is too cool to give me the embed code.

All for now,
MW

Monkey see, monkey do.

For the past few months I've been living with a total stranger. This person is very friendly, but we have a few habits that differ. She loves talking on the phone, and she is from a different country. We have in common, hating to do dishes, watching TV on our laptops, and must love naps. The problem is, a major thing we have in common has proved to be one of the most annoying things to live with. Cleaning.

When I lived at home, I will admit I hated cleaning and all that implied. Sure, I would go on a few random cleaning binges once every two months, but that is where it ended. Don't get me wrong, I love things clean, it's just the process that gets me. I guess some would call that lazy, I call it time focused on other things, like Hulu.

Anyhow, yesterday I went crazy on the apartment. I cleaned, and cleaned, then cleaned some more. I also made bread, but that is besides the point. I have been trying really hard to keep the room clean by washing every dish I use the moment after I am done with it. My roommate and I love to cook, but it comes at a price. Dishes. Everywhere. I have been trying to follow the phrase, "Do as you would want done onto you", usually it is successful. If I clean the bathroom, she'll do it next weekend.. if I do laundry.. and so on.

It's not working today. I've been in and out of the kitchen looking like a maniac cleaning counters, and every fork I touch. Still remains, a pot, a plate, and a few utensils. Our sink is very small mind you, so even if two plates are stacked in there, it's pretty much full.

I just want them clean.. but I don't want to keep bugging her. I hated when my parents would bug me about it. I would feel super uncomfortable everytime I cooked because I knew any second they would be jumping on my back about dishes.. for good reason.

I guess today's lesson learned is to pick your battles. Never ruin a decent thing over something so silly.

All for now,
MW

Weekly Expectations

Isn't it funny that days of the week all have different meanings? Monday is manic, Tuesday is the glorious first day of the week after a long weekend, Wednesday is hump day, Thursday is the VIP premier of the weekend, Friday is fun-day, Saturday is anything day, and Sunday is lazy/get stuff done day. I find that when you label days, you are putting yourself in a position to develop a pattern. This can be good or bad. If Friday is your fun-day, and you work hard all week in order for some play.. then it can be a motivator. But, if you are in college or working and have an easy week, Friday still has the expectation of being a crazy wild night. I have found this, in research, exhausting. Not only do I go out only because I feel like I have to, but I also in turn am way less productive when I need to be (the next day). Tonight, I decided to stay in. Not because I had nothing else to do, but because right now it's my preferred way of "partying hard" after a long week. I am watching Sex and the City [The Movie], eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and thinking about everything I'm going to do tomorrow. I feel pretty good. This movie always puts me in a Christmas-y holiday mood. It's such a long movie that I start watching it at 7pm and I wake up the next day, 12 hours later, still feeling in the Holiday Spirit. I also love the soundtrack to this movie, it's really cheesy (like the entire movie) but puts me in a feel good mood.

To all you Friday fun-nighters, I hope you have a great time
To all you staying in like me, I'll know who you are because you won't have crazy dark circles under your eyes like the previously mentioned.

All for now,
MW

Aren't negative forces, supposed to repel other negative forces?

I've been thinking lately about how important it is for people to be optimistic. It's like since we were little, we were conditioned to point out the negative in other people and in ourselves. Not to sound all depressed or anything, but I am tired of it! We're constantly criticizing, and for what? To draw attention away from ourselves? To make sure no one is looking at us so we feel better. It's amazing how much impact a positive comment can have on a person, especially from a stranger. We are just so used to getting the "Up-down" look from people and feeling like it's because we have food on our face rather than because we look HOT today. If you like to gossip, like I do, try and remember why you're doing it. Why am I telling this story? Is it because everyone thought it was funny that "Susy Swanson" fell in the mud and ruined her hideous outfit that looked like it was picked out by a blind gorilla? Or am I telling this story because it was embarrassing for her, and made me feel superior. Guess what, we're all weird and flawed. So, next time you see something you just HAVE to tell your best friend and all of the random people in her apartment, think would I want them to say that about me? Cause guess what, people talk smack about you too. You just don't hear it...

Vent session complete,
MW

FU

I love the original but I like the innocence of this version.

If you disagree, Forget You.

;]

Target Hit

Lately I have been living dollar to dollar, which I think is fine. I'm go to a Jesuit university, I'm unemployed, and I really don't expect to be saving much from the grocery allowance I get a week from my saviors, Mom and Dad. So, naturally, I rarely ever get to shop or even feel the will to go shopping. The thought of spending more than twenty dollars at one time makes me cringe. Yesterday was my breaking point. I was on the train on my way home from class downtown and I decided to get off a few stops before my home (Granville), and pop into a Target. You see, I really needed a laundry basket. My sad excuse of a closet has been literally overflowing with dirty clothes ever since I moved in. I had forgotten to bring a laundry basket and never got around to purchasing one until yesterday. So I was walking around Target and I found my laundry basket, which was on clearance! Then I saw the kitchen aisle, and everything went downhill from there. I was lost in the shiny array of pots, pans, and cooking accessories. You see, everything in a department store is designed to make you buy. Everything from what's placed on the end caps of the aisle, to the proximity of Laundry needs, to Kitchen items, to picture frames, to art supplies to electronics. Its just a maze. A maze of temptations that encourages your to buy things we have lived without forever and then buy more and more of these unnecessary items until we are at the cash register with everything you could possibly carry in your two pathetic arms and are without a shred of self-respect. I left with $7 in my bank account. Ironically, my last purchase of the day was a piggy bank that was $12.99. This didn't make sense to me this morning when I looked at the receipt. Why was I paying a major corporation to sell me a product that was useless until I filled it with money that I no longer had, I couldn't make sense of.

Before you start throwing tomatoes at me.. I just came back from returning all but two of the items I bought.

I am now left with a laundry basket, and a notebook for writing.

There is milk in my refrigerator now and I feel much better.

Sanity restored,
MW

Front page

So many of you might have heard of my recent accomplishment, but, I have not yet bragged about it here. I recently wrote my first story for my school newspaper and as I went to pick up the published copy I see my article title on the FRONT PAGE of the paper. I nearly fainted. It was a feeling that hasn't come over me in a while. I actually feel like i'm heading somewhere. I've also been offered the opportunity to start blogging for my schools newspaper website. It's about all the ordinary and the not so ordinary events I witness on public transportation in Chicago. I'll start posting the links once it's up and running.

As of right now, it's Friday, and thoughts of thanksgiving and home are flooding my brain. I'm currently watching a movie called 'Outside Providence' which was made who knows when, but a while ago, and is about this kid who goes to boarding school and meets Amy Smart and they fall in love and she gets caught in his room with alcohol and weed then she gets her Brown acceptance revoked, then he fights for her by persuading the dean to let her back in, and then happily ever after 70's kids. Well, not so much happily ever after, people die and stuff but It's a really cute story that always brings me back to the first time I saw it in my sister Laura's apartment back in Seekonk, MA.

I had this interesting dream the other night that I was driving all around my home town blasting music and doing errands. That was the most interesting part of the dream, but it was enough to make me wake up with a huge smile on my face. I love driving (when gas is free). You have such a freedom. You can go anywhere, with whoever, stop whenever, go fast or slow, and outrace any Lance Armstrong look-a-like on a bike. I hate bikers when I'm the one driving. Their awful. But, when I'm biking, cars tend to really piss me off. Funny, huh? Hypocrisy, it's weird thing.

But, I have SO many plans already for thanksgiving break. I'm going to have turkey dinner on Thursday and Friday, then a cocktail party with my parents Friday, and off to the Cape for Friday night! The rest of the plans will fall into place..

I can taste the butternut squash with nutmeg and cinnamon now.

All for now,
MW

Hell week has gone belly up

This week was probably the craziest week I've ever had. Now I know what those really skinny productive people are talking about when they say "I don't have time to eat lunch, I'm so busy". I finally understand what they were talking about. Though.. I still did my best to eat, I barely had time to think this week. I picked up an article for my school newspaper (which I'm so excited to see go to print!), and I'm working on two group projects simultaneously. This was all I thought I had to do until two days ago when I realized I had a french test at 8:15 this morning. It's safe to say I wrote over 150 flashcards last night and had to wake up at 6 to review them only once. It was a bad feeling. I had been interviewing people all week for my article and didn't even think to get a head start on my test. Silly me, procrastination is unfortunately a friend of mine. BUT at least I was productive this week. Also, you all should know, it was pretty cold this morning at a nippy 45 degrees. Starting to regret complaining about the heat. I can't wait to see snow though. I already have plans for the first day it snows. I'm going to curl up in my bed with hot chocolate smothered in cool whip, pop in charlie brown thanksgiving or christmas (whatever holiday I'm feeling that day), and bask in the joy of the holidays. This is proof that I just don't understand holiday depression, even if you're single, charlie brown will always be your date.

and don't forget leftover pumpkin pie. yum. I can't wait for Thanks-g.

All for now,
MW

November 10th, 5:37pm, 68 degrees.

I'm wearing a t-shirt outside. It's November. Now, if there's some scientific explanation for that, someone, please, enlighten me. All I heard when I moved to Chicago was how horrible the winters are and how if I didn't have the biggest baddest waterproof, ice proof, abominable snowman proof jacket I would freeze to death. Now, let me reiterate, I am wearing a t-shirt and jeans outside past 4pm. It is November 10th. You might think this is just a weird day right? Wrong. Let me give you the rest of the week's forecast. Thursday- 65, Friday-65, Saturday-53, Sunday- a whopping 45 degrees. Gosh, I better get out my booties cause its going to be a COLD one. I'll keep you all updated with the weather here and let you know as soon as it drops below 40 degrees. I feel like I live in southern California, which seems nice and all but I miss fall! Complaining about heat is about all I have for today ladies and gentleman, but no matter, it's a serious annoyance. It's a nice cool 45 degrees out back home right now, good old Massachusetts, never fails to bring a fall.

All for now,
MW

Vent Session - Soup Slurping

Okay, is it really necessary to put all your force into breathing in when you are eating soup or drinking tea? Seriously. I could put a vacuum in a bowl of water and it would make about the same amount of noise as a certain someone I know makes eating soup. I can barely stand being in the room right now. If I had any clean laundry I would get dressed and run away to a place where slurping is against the highest form of law and the repercussions are none other than "No soup for you" soup Nazi Seinfeld style. I can't wait until my laundry is done, or the slurping stops. Whatever comes first.

Vent session complete.
MW

Where I ate last night..

Friday = Funday

Yesterday could have possibly been one of the most riveting days I've had all year. I've been in somewhat of a scholarly funk this semester at school because I realized I'm one of the few sophomores who isn't at all sure of what they want to get their degree in. Sure there are a few people who aren't sure but I wanted to have direction, a focus, something to care about besides my social life. So yesterday, I had the privilege of meeting with the dean (that's right, head dean) of the Journalism School. Journalism has been something that I have been toying with forever. Even when I was little, my dream wasn't to be a doctor, lawyer, or even a trash man (like my big sister always wanted to be), I wanted to be a food critic. A writer. Someone who could tell people what was up, and what wasn't. I ignored the dream for a long time until recently when I decided to pick up it up again (due to hating everything else I've tried). My meeting with the dean went FANTASTIC. I even showed up with a little notebook with questions I had written in it for him, I must have looked like the biggest reporter dork ever, but it totally worked out. He told me everything I ever wanted to know about the industry, and even told me stories about how he had influenced whole states by writing one single investigative piece. I was falling in love with the career more and more. I had one final test to make sure it was really something I could do. I asked him what type of people are usually in the industry, he went on and on about how curious you must be. He told me getting to the bottom of things has to be a constant desire in you and you must be willing to do the research. It was then I knew, this was for me. I flashed back to every argument my friends or family ever had about some stupid fact or law and how my main solution was always to run to the computer and ask Google. I can't waste my time with useless arguments when I know there is a real answer out there! Luckily, when I'm in the real journalism industry, I'll have access to much better resources than Google. I left the meeting with a follow up with the assistant dean and a huge goofy smile on my face. I think I seriously got a tan from light I was basking in. (Lyric- Hot Hot heat) The first thing I did was call my Dad and tell him the good news, he was more than supportive of my initiative to score a dean meeting and start moving on with my life. I stood outside for about ten minutes in nasty bitter cold with my cell phone hand exposed, but I didn't even care. I was already numb with excitement. To top off my Friday, I took my friend out to one of the BEST seafood restaurants in the city and had a flash back of home as I bit into the first bite of my fresh lobster salad. It couldn't have been a better day. It's important to remember excitement is just a step but leads to motivation, which leads to initiative, which leads to success, which leads to happiness.

All for now,
MW

Chicago and Tina Fey

Spending Habits -- Die Hard

So about two weeks ago my Chicago city train pass was sadly ripped due to my extreme abuse of it. It would no longer work and frankly the train people were getting REALLY annoyed with me every time I would ask them to let my sorry butt through the turnstiles. So two days ago, I decided to take the one hour train ride to Jefferson Street of the GREEN LINE, and get a new pass from the CTA headquarters. After walking around for about 15 minutes in lord knows where Chicago by myself at two in the afternoon, I finally stumbled upon Jefferson street (aka. my final destination). I walked in and was immediately confused with how huge and clean this building was, because if any of you have ever taken the CTA.. its nothing elite.. or clean. I laughed at the huge sense of importance the building was giving off as I walked up the stainless steel staircase to get my pass fixed. It was a piece of cake and I'll be getting a new one on Friday, excellent! After I left, I got back on the green line and OF COURSE saw this ad for an adorable little dress that cost 9.99 at H&M! It was perfect, I had to have it. I got on the train, transferred to the red line, and got off downtown and let my spidey senses guide me to the nearest H&M. I walked in the door, and was terrified of what might happen. I started in my search for the dress and before I knew it I had 6 items, none of which were the ten dollar dress, and was trying them all on in the dressing room. Now normally, I would have bought pretty much anything that sort-of fit that was under $30 just for the pure rush and excitement of adding new items to my wardrobe. A transformation happened in me. I tried on everything, and decided if I wasn't in love with the clothes, whats the point? I put everything back and even found the dress I was looking for on my way! I didn't buy that either. I left downtown empty handed, with the same $200 in my bank account that I came with. Somethings happening to me. I even went for a thirty minute run yesterday! (let it be known.. I have a mental grudge against running that I thought would be undying until yesterday.) I think I'm going again today. I never believed you could change die hard habits until now. We'll see whats to come..

Until next time,
MW

Blank

So, I apologize for not writing the past couple days but honestly, I could not think of anything worth sharing. Then I got to thinking about this and decided If I can't think of one interesting thing that happened every day, then somethings missing. I recently decided that I'm being completely lazy and I need to relish life and open my eyes. Its easy to put on your headphones, hop on a bus, head to class, get back on the bus, put your headphones back on, and daze off into your musical world. Truthfully I've been doing that for weeks now! I say tomorrow I'll do myself a favor and instead of going through my daily tasks with the humdrum monotonous likeliness of a cow grazing in a field, I'll leave my iPod at home and start listening to the hilarious things going on around me. Living on a college campus can be funny sometimes, everywhere you go something edgy, dramatic or creepy is going down. Example: My school has a quidditch team. Yes, LUC and about 500 other organizations are now sponsoring a fictional wizard sport inspired by Harry Potter books. This just goes to show when you pay attention, you will sometimes be rewarded with a good laugh (or tear in the quidditch case). So, keep your eyes and ears open. Because you never know what, or who ;) you'll discover.

All for now,
MW

Boy Meets Girl

There have always been a lot of men in my life. No, I don't have seven brothers or three illegitimate fathers, quite the opposite. I grew up with two much older sisters who used to pretend I was there barbie doll. They were the ones who named me (at 5 and 7 years old), dressed me up in girlie things like button up sweaters and put bows in my hair (which was weird because I had a bowl cut, I really just looked like a gender confused boy). It's a wonder I was drawn to man-friends ever since eighth grade. This was after I started developing real confidence due to my freakish statue-of-liberty height. (Thanks Mom ;]). Since befriending my first real guy friend in middle school and having about a million and one others since then, I've come to learn a thing or two about the 'Other Species'. So it was when I spotted the most desperate boy I have ever seen try to basically propose to this lovely girl sitting next to me on the bus, I decided to blog about it. This kid was sitting behind me and I couldn't see him, but the second this tall brunette chick sat down next to me I could literally feel the heat from his face beaming of joy from seeing her. He immediately started by greeting her with the ever so charming "HEY, how have you been? What are you up to? Has your week been as crazy as mine has? Where are you working? Whats up???", without giving her a chance to breath. Luckily, I was reading a Chelsea Handler book so every time I started laughing at this kid, it wasn't plainly obvious. She started talking about her work and I swear every word this girl said was repeated back to her by this ever so adoring groupie. You could tell he was desperately trying to come off as a great listener and to be honest, I don't think there was a person on the bus not listening to what was going on. He continued on asking a million and one pointless questions in order to keep the conversation going, all the while her neck is probably breaking from having to sit half way turned around talking to Mr. Unnaturally Agreeable on a bumpy bus ride. Then, he did the daring, he asked her about her boyfriend. She went on about how supportive she was of her guy's education choices and that even though they hadn't been dating that long it was wonderful because they had known each other forever. After a lot of nodding and agreements he paused for 30 seconds and said.. "Well, That's great! I bet you guys.. will really make it. I really do! And.. if you don't.. I.. uh.. I'm terribly sorry!" This was my breaking point, I broke into hysterics and caught her looking at me as if asking for mercy. I buried my head in my book and pretended Chelsea Handler was telling me the funniest story of my life. That poor guy went on and on until we all departed from the bus.. I'm pretty sure he walked he tried to walk her back to her dorm or to Crate and Barrel to ask her what kind of China patterns she liked.. you know.. just in case it didn't work out with her boyfriend. What a fantastic transportation experience.

Poor sap.

All for now,
MW

Urban

So yesterday I bought these shoes from Nordstom called "Tom's". If you haven't heard of them they're basic canvas shoes and every pair you buy the organization gives a pair to a child in need. YAY. I feel pretty awesome every time I put them on. I'm walking down the street and I feel like i'm constantly doing a good deed. I'm no saint I'll admit, but I do donate the occasional dollar to the Jimmy fund at the grocery store. So these shoes were a pretty cool thing in my eyes. Then i started thinking about all the kids I see on campus in these shoes, flannel shirts, recycled material corduroys, and Starbucks coffee cups. It's weird.. I started to feel less good about my shoes.. only because it seems every kid who shops at Urban Outfitters and occasionally forgets to wear shoes while playing acoustic guitar outside in the grass thinks their the most "urban", earth crunchy philanthropist on the planet. SO, stepping down from my high horse I decided you can try to look the part all you want, but its how you treat people from day to day that really makes you a cool kid. So, be nice people.. and wear shoes outside because the streets of Chicago are gross.

That is all until next time,
MW

Thursday

So when you're in school (or working) one of the major things running through your head all week is the proximity of the day it is today to Friday. As for me, I start celebrating the fact that it is almost the weekend on Tuesday. Tuesday is a small accomplishment because its already two days past the most fun day of the week, Saturday. It feels as though last Saturday is already so far from view, that next Saturday is almost closer. Then Wednesday, this day passes in a giant blur for me because I have 3 classes that all end before 2. I come home and its not even 3 yet. I've already had lunch, and dinner is so far away that I don't know what to do with myself. I almost always fall asleep until five, and then I have dinner because that's the earliest you can eat in college and still be socially acceptable. Thursday, is one of the best days of the week. For me, I get to wake up at 11, go to class at 2:30, come home and do virtually nothing else but still feel accomplished. It is the day I feel most relaxed. No matter what happened earlier in the week, Thursday never fails to come around and motivate you to push through the next day.

Until Tomorrow,
Mags

Epic Fail

October 11th

Good evening followers,
     5:26pm. This is my first blog so I figure I better make it count. It's the second to last day of my break from fall semester of school and given the fact that I live 1000 miles away from home, I'm chilling alone in the wonderful city of Chicago. Actually, correction, chilling alone in the wonderfulness that is my apartment. I pretty much haven't left my room all day.  I organized my drawers, cleaned up my roommates mess in the kitchen, and bathroom, and oh yes, I even picked up that nasty bag of garbage she left on the dining room table which officially started to leak after about 3 days of immobility. Besides that, I decided to torture myself and watch the movie Benjamin Buttons for the 30th time. I should let you know, I'm not a crier, but every time I watch Brad Pitt live life in reverse I can't help but be inspired by this 3 hour long saga and drown myself in a pool of my own tears. For those of you who haven't seen Benjamin Buttons, I warn you, by the end you will either feel as though you've wasted and taken for granted all the years of your life by not chasing your dreams or you'll feel like you wasted 3 hours of your life by watching the film. Either way, you're some shade of wasted in the end. As of now I'm contemplating doing my body good and going for a run. I've recently decided to set some short term goals for myself which is essentially an after effect of watching endless television dramas like Grey's Anatomy, Make It Or Break It, and So You Think You Can Dance?. My goal for December is to run 6 miles straight without dying. I know what your thinking, this must be a fifteen year old fatty who sits in front of her television all day eating Ben and Jerry's wishing she could be a surgeon, gymnast, or straight up street dancer turned contemporary. I can assure you I'm a 19 year old, 6 foot tall and decently fit Journalism major who is just BORED out of her mind every day but the glorious weekend.

Thats all for now. Until tomorrow.

MW.