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today i feel: winded
today i'm hearing: guy clark -- let him roll
today i'm thinking: i shouldn't have gotten up today

Ow. Hot water. On leg. Ow. I tried to make ramen today. There was an incident.

Today has been a long day. And it's only noon.

Mondays are my least favourite day. Now, Monday nights I have no problem with because those actually tend to be pretty fun. It's a good tiime to unwind, to celebrate that we have survived another damnable Monday. I like Monday nights. They're very close to Tuesday mornings and I do love Tuesday Morning. Retail joke, haha. But Monday days are no fun at all. Today was no exception. I had a very typical Sunday yesterday, the kind reminiscent to last semester (*shudders*) and as soon as Chelsea and Clarky took me out and played with me, I un-wigged a bit and actually wrote the paper I'd been putting off all weekend. It is never a good Monday that begins at the tail-end of a semi-shitty Sunday. Never. It does not bode well in the slightest. It is also not a good Monday that involves calling one's mother, as charming and concerned as she may be.

Oy.

I had a ridiculously quiet weekend. Those kind of unnerve me, actually. I think I've just gotten so used to the rag-tag, off-the-wall, oh my God weekends that usually occur on Warren 3 that a potentially quiet weekend is a terrifying prospect. Chelsea went home for the weekend, cutting my normally overpopulated room down to...me. I got to hang with Clarky and the two straight boys in the family, which was nice. The freedom from button love was kind of needed, but doubled in intensity as soon as the womenfolk returned. But I digress. It was...quiet. Too quiet, really. I saw our equivolent of the One-Acts, and that was cool, whatever. Watched some movies, read a bit, alles ist einfach. Except for a drunk-dial from the Tummy Impaler, nothing really exciting happened.

Then I had a run-in with someone yesterday afternoon. Which is why this past Sunday was so reminiscent of sundays of the past. I made the mistake of talking to my brother about it. This was a BAD idea. God love him and all, but JPalm has a tendency of brushing things off when they're bothering me in an attempt to make me feel better. This doesn't really work? I would like to present a crude and unjust illustration of my opinion of the conversation I had with my brother yesterday afternoon. Ahem.

ME: I'm being bothered about something ridiculous! Please, discuss with me the philosophical implications of this most ridiculous item!
JPALM: I am going to disregard this as anything potentially important! Snausages are tasty!
ME: You are missing the point! That being that I am bothered!
JPALM: Nevermind that! Look at Bruce! Bruce is funny!
BRUCE: I'm flamboyantly homosexual! I will now ignore the lesbian sentiments I just threw in your direction!
JPALM: Bruce called you a lesbian!
ME: ...Wow.

...Unfortunately, this is often what the conversations I have with my brother are like. ...Except sort of...Wuthering Heights-ified. If that statement makes any sense whatsoever.

But there was one ridiculously good thing that happened this weekend. I am, of course, referring to Obama's announcement of presidential candidacy! Yay! I did not go see him speak in Springfield/Cedar Rapids/Chicago, but I did catch the tail-end of his announcement while flipping through channels for Saturday morning cartoons. I appropriately stated, 'Yay! Obama!', then moved on because, as fun as it is to watch someone shake hands for three hours, I wanted to see the tom-foolery of the Teen Titans. I am a very mature person and act my age all the time. *cough*

My ramen's almost gone and I've got to head out soon for my Monday tour. I'm hoping it's cancelled, but I'm vain enough to hope for a nap before lab hours. Haha. Not going to happen. So despite the kind of irritating start, I'm not quite ready to give up on this Monday yet. I've got plenty to occupy me before Tuesday rolls around, and quite a bit to look forward to this week. Tomorrow I'm signing up for honors classes, Wednesday is my fake-date with Clarky, Thursday is another play reading and then tech for Topdog starts. I figure I've got one quiet Friday night left for this semester, and I'm looking forward to it. Unless Chelsea and I decide to head to BTown. Stranger things happen.

I hope all of you are keeping warm and well, not to mention dry. Have a brilliant week, or damn well try.