hiding beet sugar or cane sugar? also, everglades.

Right now I wish I had four roommates so we could get some great discussion going about tonight's Republican debate and the fact that Harrison Ford is slated to play Colonel Graff in the Ender's Game movie coming out next year! Since Aaron is buried in study materials, all I've done is posted a couple lame tweets, texted my mom, and contemplated sharing a link on facebook. I haven't felt this socially deprived since I lived in France and no one could understand me.

Tell me how excited you are for this movie/how weird Newt's hair is/how lame the questions were at the debate/why did Romney use the word self-deportation/the girl from "True Grit" is also in "Ender's Game"/the director of "Ender's Game" is also responsible for its screenplay and that X-men Wolverine movie which is a little concerning/I am soooo needy.

Or maybe I just don't feel like reading a paper for bioinorganic that's not due until Thursday anyway.

first world problems

Dear Penn,

Please stop being an enabler for my husband's compulsive studying habits. By posting videos online of every lecture along with the slides, and by giving him a stack of notes a foot tall, you have encouraged him to spend every minute from noon until 11:00 PM cooped up in our study.

The bored wife downstairs is not happy!

Sincerely,

Your only chemistry PhD student from BYU

disclaimer: I usually do a good job keeping myself entertained, and once school starts I will look back fondly on these bored days and wish with all my heart that I had nothing to do.

Also, thank you for all of the fashion blog suggestions! Now I have lots more reading to do, which helps take the edge off the boredom!

So if you read this tonight...and you're not doing anything...you could call me or something...

I think I have officially gone crazy from boredom.

I am completely out of things to do. I stayed up until 4:30 last night reading The Host (I highly recommend it), and I therefore slept in until noonish. So you'd think since my day was already so much shorter than usual, I would have plenty of things to keep me busy. Not true. I've already folded all my laundry, burned CDs for Steph, taken a stab at editing the music video we filmed last night, read bits of The Chocolate War and A Sweet Far Thing, did worksheets out of my old French textbook and reviewed all the tenses, read my organic chemistry textbook for next semester, went to the mall and bought a politically charged T-shirt and a bracelet, wrote a blog post (see below), played Zoo Tycoon, made myself lunch, swept my floor, cleaned my bathroom, put away all the aforementioned laundry, made my bed, checked up on my finances, took a short nap and listened to not one, but TWO Bill O'Reilly podcasts.
And then I ended up dancing around my room like a psycho because I honestly cannot think of anything else to do. Given a choice between being so busy I'm stressed and having absolutely nothing in the world to do, I'll take the stress.

I think I'll go get a redbox dvd and watch it by myself. :P

I hate the phone, but I wish you'd call.

I don't even know what to say in this post. I'm bored. I'm tired. I should read something or study something or go run errands or something, but I can't dredge up the necessary motivation. I feel stuck. I'm still waiting, and I'm getting sick of it.

Today my little sister asked my mom when I was going to get married. Possibly never, I'm thinking to myself considering that requires having a relationship first. I swear, I feel like I'm so behind, I'm so inexperienced that if I ever do meet someone I really, really like I'll just screw it all up because I have no idea what I'm doing. People have to be very persistent if they want to get to know me, you know. I am not a very open person, and I don't really go out of my way to get what I want when it involves other people. Academics? Yeah, I do whatever it takes to get that A. Guys I like? Nope, I just wait for them to make the first move. And the second. And the third. I just...meh. I don't know what I want.

Ok, I take that back. "I want Ken Rilings to come in here and say, 'Pam Shorts' broken both her legs, and I wanna dance with you."

That's what I want. Where's my Ken Rilings? Where the heck is my ballroom dance king? (preferably not a scumbag drunk, but at this point even that I could possibly put up with)

P.S. Go watch "Strictly Ballroom" if that quote didn't make any sense :P