At the request of Doug (and yes I was excited to see that you commented on my blog, although it wasn't quite ENOUGH excitement for me, if you were wondering), I added links to Alf's, Aaron's, and Doug's websites, in no particular order, on the side. It took me a while to figure out how to do it, so I do hope it is appreciated.

Today I saw a girl from work (coffee-shop) and asked if she was going to work a shift with me again this semester. She said she was only working a specific time of day no matter what they tried to assign her. So I said, but you have to work with me, because then we can both be bitchy and no one will report me for being bitchy! She laughed and agreed and said that when everyone else complains that I hate everyone at the coffee shop (by the way, NOT TRUE! I hate the customers. And not even all of them, some of them are funny. Or tip well. I'll take either one.) she says, no, Mary's the only one I like! She's the only one I can work with! Haha! So THERE! So I'm going to try and get a shift with her, we have fun. Hopefully we can get the third bitchy girl in there with us and it will be very fun (cause none of us get offended when the other person gets pissy, we just make fun of them for it and try to make them madder, it's a fun game).

Today I went into the disabilities office to sort out some stuff, and for some reason we started talking about Al Franken. Paul, I mentioned that now that I was gone you could finally read that book. The lady was like, oh, he doesn't go here? Where does your boyfriend go to school? So I told her, and she said that she had heard of Macalester and really liked it, something about some of y'all's programs...but then she mentioned that she heard of another fantastic school in the area too and we can all guess which "harvard of the midwest" that was. But don't worry I shot them down a good deal. She said she supported their diversity programs and I explained that in rural Minnesota at an upper-class school that was the only way you were going to get any (ethnic) diversity (she wasn't aware that it was rural or rich) but yeah, ok, programs encouraging it are good. But I also said they do a heavy PR campaign so just cause you hear their name every 10 seconds doesn't mean they're actually that wonderful, so don't worry guys I brought her back over to the scottish side.

So I'm going to go sit in on this GIS class tonight. Paul it better be good. Or I will run away and read about the Paradox of american power, or something like that. Yippee. Or controversial issues surrounding the decision to drop the bomb on Hiroshima (gee, I didn't think there was any controversy about it...) I couldn't convince anyone to come to this class with me though. Oh well.

Today I went out and bought a snickers bar and came home and ate it with a knife and fork. One of my roommates thought that that was my lunch and felt very bad for me so offered me some of her food (which I took her up on for my dinner, because I have a suspicion of where some of my food "disappeared" to over break, but no need to get into accusations over $5 of food) (oh and that wasn't my lunch, by the way). But my housemate S was across the room and just started laughing at me cause she knew exactly what I was doing. Haha. (I think I will not feel as paranoid writing this if I use initials for people, how's that. Good.) Anyways it was quite nice actually cause it took a really long time to eat while I was doing my reading so then you got to savor it. I bought some carob-peppermint ice-cream from Whole Foods the other day (which here is called FreshFields), and I hope that is savorable as well; I haven't had carob since i was about 5 or 6...my mom used to tell us it was chocolate but oh boy how she lied. G tried to make me put it back and get "real" ice cream but I was so mesmerized by the store that I was just buying stuff and I refused. But I'm not allowed to taste it until I finish some more reading, so it better be a good reward or I probably will never be motivated to do my reading again. I know you shouldn't use food as a reward or punishment, but oh well.

Tomorrow morning I have to open the coffee shop at around 730. That's always very interesting. paul you know how well I do in your kitchen, multiply that into a business and one that needs to be open on time for waiting, impatient customers. Hahahahaha. It's the greatest thing ever. But I'm working with someone who gets lots of tips for us, so that's good at least. I told him to know the codes for the safe and the alarm etc so that I don't have to memorize them for tomorrow, cause I don't really feel like doing that.

Tomorrow night: margarita night! Whoohoo! well, i'm excited at least. bridget, I hope you're reading this so that you won't forget to join me.

Oh, and I think I'm going to cancel my meal plan, cause it sucks. Then I will be more motivated to go buy food, anyways. And I need to start my workout plan soon. Next intermediate goal (but NOT the final, Paul) is a 5k I need to run in March. Unless I can think of a better one before then, but that's the current one.

OK since I didn't really do anything else today I guess I'll start heading over to my class. If I think of any wonderful thoughts I will be sure to post them.

(Oh, just one: S's boyfriend's roommate is on the Atkins diet, and she described his meal plan for one night she stayed there: Dinner= 2 hamburger patties and a hot dog. Breakfast = one hot dog, wrapped in turkey slices. Retch. Although not vegetarian in the slightest, I have been invited to join the Vegan dinners held every sunday night, so I think I will. Unless the food is gross, then I will run away.)