4.0 Bitches!

I got an A in everything, including *neuroscience.*

Holy crap on a cracker.

This semester: Objective Assessment, Professional Communication, Ethics & Legal Issues, and Health Psychology. Wish me luck.

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How you know it's spring.

My father would play this for me on eve of the vernal equinox each year - thus making explicit the line between winter and spring. 'cause you know them's palm trees wasn't exactly springing forth with the bounty of the new year.



And I'm still drivin around town singin' it. But all you rodents 'der now look alike. So watch it or I may flip ya.

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(when did I turn from a slumming Etonite into brer Rabbit in my colloquialisms? will i be graded down for impertinence bordering on racism, or can I blame it on a semester of Faulkner? By the way, the APA Style Manual Hates Faulkner. There should be a chapter entitled that exactly.)

Anyway, what I was trying to say is that this man embodies my childhood much like Barney and the Muggles (?? WTF) have probably infected your offspring. Or infected your offspring 8 years ago and I'm unwilling to keep up.

At any rate, unless it's clear, I posted this for you, Dad. Enjoy. Am I old enough yet to listen to The Masochism Tango?

Moving slower....

So one recommendation (from my trainer) is to just move slower. When I feel myself getting antsy and stressed and YELLY, to just start moving slower and take deep breaths. Seriously, I should know this stuff.

So, by 7:30 this morning I was already getting frustrated and cranky and so I s l o w e d waaaaay down. It worked! I immediately started to destress, and my orbital frontal lobe kicked in again and I was able to think a little more clearly.

What am i doing with a week off from school, you may ask? Well, I spent some time puttering in the garden (the weeds are CRAZY this year. We turned over a lot of soil last year when we created the perennial beds and this caused all the dormant weed seeds to germinate. GAH). Why can't we just call them wildflowers and be done with it?

I've worked a little at cleaning off my desk in preparation for the next semester, because once that gets going, all bets are off. My ethics class appears to have about 200 pages of reading per week. So before all that gets started, I was hoping to read some vegan cookbooks, because so far on that we've been winging it. And it's been sad. I've been eating a lot of hummus. And lentils. I'm so bloated and farty that I actually caused a disturbance at the video store the other night. You know, i never drove anyone out of the new releases section when I was enjoying veal cutlets.

But now I have to go get ready so I can go to my trainer (i hadn't worked out at all for the last three weeks of school so she's beating me to a pulp every day this week), and then off to work. I see my first client today! He's all mine to mess up in every way possible. Hurray!

Quick check in

My father (yo, pops) observed that my blogging volume appears to be in indirect proportion to the amount of school work I've got going. And so, I've got to update this damn thing, but it's already after 10 and I've got shit to get done tonight - mainly, hot dreams about James Franco. Oh, and an 8 am yoga class that I swear I'm going to make one of these days.

Got a shout out from a reader/woman I've known since (mumble) (but really long ago) today and she's inspired me to get back to writing this damn thing. I'm reading this book on how to be a yoga-chick (don't ask), but it says you have to journal everything. Fine. But basically all i want to do is be able to be in shape and totally zen about everything, rather than busting the buttons on my cargo pants while I run around with my hair on fire.

I mean seriously: I've gone vegan. Well, "fegan." I've read yoga books. I've watched yoga dvds. I wear yoga clothing. I've considered buying yoga jewelry - i do basically everything I can except actually engage in stress reduction behavior and regular exercise. And then on top of it all, my trainer says today, oh you could never be one of those zen yoga chicks, you're too....

I swear to god, I think she said peppy, but I've kind of blocked it out. Don't ever tell me I can't do something! peppy?!

I can be fucking zen! I'll have to get a refill on the klonopin, but I'm pretty sure I can do it.

Maybe being surrounded by hippies is starting to get to me....

okay, it is now 10:15. Far too late for the zen, calm, totally fucking serene of us to still be awake.

More later. I'm inspired by having an actual READER of this damn blog.

btw, I finished that book on the history of Key West. I know a shitload about pirates now.