forgive me, father, for i know not what i do.

sometimes i get phrases stuck in my head. like songs, but little snippets of conversations instead. for some reason i have "forgive me, father, for i know not what i do" running through my head. could this be some sort of sign of evil activities i plan to partake in, and perhaps even condone, this weekend? ah yes, by the way, darren's coming. (teeheehee)

school's got me by the balls and it's not planning on letting go for, oh, another ten weeks or so. all the work seems to be in vain; it never, ever ends. but enough of that.

it's so beautiful outside that i wish our apartment could let the outside in here instead of just opening the lousy windows. this could be a sign that i should go out, see what it's like to breathe without my lungs freezing, just enjoy the weather in general. the best part about this nice weather is we probably won't have to experience any more below-zero temperatures this year. and if we do, god help me, for i may die.

nothing says spring like the commencement of unicycling. the unicycling season got underway last night at about 11 p.m. as dear alexis and i wandered outdoors and took to the streets (okay, the sidewalk). we soon found out that wet sidewalks can be as detrimental to one's unicycling abilities as icy sidewalks, so the session was abbreviated. we were back for more tonight though, and i anticipate a busy month ahead. accepting a challenge from cassi, alexis is learning how to unicycle once and for all. thank goodness she's been toolin' around the apartment building on that thing for the past three or four months. if i were less of a moron, i would have a link to her blog on here. unfortunately, i'm a moron.

another weekend has passed and i'm convinced i lead a somewhat...disgustingly lame...life. my highlight this weekend was having a middle-aged gay man say i was beautiful. actually, the highlight was probably hearing my 91-year-old strict catholic grandma say, "i guess he must not be queer after all" in reponse to his comment. beating her at rummy would have been the highlight, but the old lady kicked my ass. don't be fooled by her age; she's brutal.

i'm back to playing reporter now. this really is rather pointless. not only am i not being published, but i'm not getting grades that are all that impressive. of course i haven't been writing stories that are all that impressive. alas, i must push on...

my mom gave me valentine's to give out to my "friends." there were 30 of them...i'm pretty sure if i gave all my friends, acquaintances AND family members (include extended family in the count) a valentine, i'd still have three or four left over. but that's not the point. the point is that they came with adorable little mini-tootsie pops that i'm downing like mad. i only gave out four valentines...that leaves me with 26 suckers to account for. is it possible that i chose not to give out valentines just so i could hoard all the suckers? i think people go to hell for this type of thing.

spring has sprung; i'm sure of it. it's damn near the melting point out there (let's pretend that's not the same as the freezing point for just a minute because that makes it seem considerably less warm) and it's only supposed to get nicer. i'm planning on bringing my winter coats home for the season this weekend so it damn well better not be too cold from here on out. who am i kidding...this will last for a week then we'll be getting snow measurable only with yard sticks.

on a more optimistic note, umd swept minnesota this weekend meaning i'm a WINNER (if only by association). after watching miracle on saturday, i kept on cheering for duluth's finest to beat those damn soviets. it was a very hockey weekend and that was a-okay with me.

anxiety attacks have been sneaking up on me when i least expect them. it's now the fifth week and homework is coming at me in full force. to top it off i'm supposed to be a real reporter-like person for one of my classes and i've come to realize i'm not cut out for this at all. one day of the "newsroom" atmosphere and i already think my editor has poor news judgement. it's going to be a long ten weeks, folks.

i've been afflicted with the blog-reading disease. as i sit here browsing my growing list of favorites (shamelessy ripped off from my roommates), i realize i have a blog of my very own that i should be trying to upkeep. that and no one has posted to help me waste my time.

it turns out 9 o'clock might be a touch too early to go to bed, but i sure am ready for it. i would like to say it was an exhausting day, and i suppose it must have been, but i did nothing to cause that exhaustion. the investigative reporter's handbook may very well be the driest book ever published.

i went home last weekend and i was fed like any good college student returning home for the weekend should be: tacos, turkey, steak...why don't i go home every chance i get? what's that? i already do? good point. PLUS my mom gave me money and this super duper neato magnetic rolly polly nail clipper set. for just a moment, let's suspend the knowledge that i chew my nails off rather than clipping them and concentrate on just how cool my mom is.

i've got this weekend to look forward to as well, as my very favorite city boy will be paying me a visit. we are going to support my budding (and his maturing) buffalo wing addiction and we're both drooling with anticipation. we've agreed to abstain from wings when we're not together which i'm sure can do nothing but strengthen our relationship. we also plan on watching the umd/minnesota series this weekend and have already worked out a bet. now all i have to do is count down the hours...

i've come to the conclusion that the snow would like to stop falling, but it just doesn't know how. the only time it has stopped snowing the past couple of weeks is when it's been too cold to actually snow. granted, i prefer the snow to the cold, but really people, this is a lose-lose situation.

i spent the weekend with the young man in my life. it was sad to see him go, but not sad enough to make me cry. i'm a crier too, so that might be a bit insulting. he'll be back before long. it turns out 327 was quite the hoppin' place this weekend with three lovely gals also visiting for miss alexis' 21st birthday. word has it her power hour was quite impressive. seventeen shots later she was back at the apartment, puking in the sink but still in good spirits. i'm so proud.