one of *those* people

I've been awfully busy lately. 

First of all I have a full time job, and they seem to want me there 40 hours a week every week. 

And then I'm in school right now.  (Quick update if you didn't know: I want to go back to school for a degree in bioinformatics, but I need a much stronger chemistry background than I currently have.)  That takes longer than I remember in my undergrad.  I mean, I have to go to class twice a week after work. Plus, I have to study and do homework. 

And then around those things, I have to try to work in things like exercising and going to church and doing my laundry and cleaning the house.  (Okay, as Scartlet will probably not tell you because she's too nice but what she thinks is that I don't really clean the house all that much.)

So because of all these distractions I've really had a hard time fitting in my first true love in life, which as you know is being with people and sharing my love with them.

No, I kid.  People can go hang as far as I care.  My first true love is, of course, reading.  But reading is easily to put aside when you have a chemistry lab write-up to finish and no clean underwear.  So, how does one find time to read?  Well, for me, I've had to resort to what I did when I was getting my undergrad.  That is, I have to read while doing other things.

I mean, do you even realize how much time you waste in life that could be spent reading?  Of course there is the standard reading-while-eating.  But I've had to expand it to anything I can.  I read before class starts and during our class breaks. I read while brushing my teeth and blow drying my hair. I read while waiting for the elevator and in the elevator.  I've even taken to reading while walking to and from wherever I'm headed.  Yes, even that.

(Aside: I was annoyed with myself today because I forgot to bring the book I'm reading with me to work to read at lunch, etc.  But then I realized that I literally had ten library books in my car, so I just picked one of those to bring in.  Problem solved.)

So, I guess until things slow down a bit (i.e. spring break) I guess this will be how I'll get in my reading.  As to how I will work in being with my friends, well, I just have to say, keep it down - I'm trying to read here.

um.. yeah... i'm sure it's fine there... i'll be back for it....

Today is Legolas's birthday. (Happy birthday, Legolas!)  Since he is going out of town this weekend, the Werewolf and I took him out last weekend.  We started out with a good dinner at Bravo!  Then we went shopping.

Legolas love shopping. He is very fashionable and he's always trying to get the Werewolf and I to get new things.  So we told him as part of our present to him, we would go shopping and buy something for ourselves.  It was just what he wanted.

I'm not a really big shopper myself (hence Legolas's wish that I buy some new things) and after what felt like about fifteen hours, but was probably only about 45 minutes I was just tiredly following along with the other two.  I'm not sure what store we were in, but the Werewolf and I were looking at something (I don't know what) and Legolas was in another part of the store.  He called us over to look at something else and we started to walk over when this exchange took place.

Me: "Oh, hey, the Werewolf.  You left your bag and coat here."

The Werewolf: "Oh. I was just going to leave them there for a second."

Me: "Aren't you worried that someone might steal them? Or that you'll accidently forget them?"

The Werewolf: "Yeah, you're probably right.  I'll grab them."

He took his stuff, and we started to walk away when the Werewolf stopped and raised his eyebrows and gave me a look.  And then he looked pointedly at my bag that I had forgot I set down next to a clothes rack and was about to leave behind.  I sheepishly picked it up and headed off to see what Legolas was excited about.

I'd probably forget my head if it wasn't screwed on.

Happy birthday Legolas!
And Happy birthday Scout too!

frazzled part 2

Last night my hands were dry (a common theme in winter) so I decided to put some lotion on.  I keep my lotion in a closet at the top of the stairs.  So, I took my ring off and put it on the little ledge above the stairs.  When my hands were nice and moisturized, I looked for my ring to put it back on, but it was gone! I'm very talented at losing things, but this was even faster than usual as I hadn't moved from the spot I was in.  I thought that I must have somehow knocked it off the ledge. 

I looked on the stairs, but it wasn't there.  I looked on the other side of the ledge.  I looked in my bedroom, to see if it had somehow rolled in there.  I looked in the living room to see if it had rolled down the stairs and bounced in there.  I checked under the bookshelf that currently resides on the foot of the stairs.  I couldn't find it anywhere!  So I checked all the places again. And again.  And finally I just had to give up and hope I would somehow choose the right when I went out, even without my ring reminding me.  I hoped the ring would turn up somewhere eventually.

This morning I got up and went through all my morning rituals.  I opened the lotion closet to get something out and right there on the shelf was my ring!  I'm really not sure how I convinced myself so thoroughly that I put my ring on the ledge that I didn't even think to look in the closet.  But at least I'll make correct choices again today.  Just don't hold me responsible for my actions last night....

(I hope this will tide you over for now, KKBC and BAC.  I'll try to keep up better in the future.)