Doing What I Do Best

One of my all time favorite past times is some unashamed, unabashed creepin'. I've embraced the title of creeper wholeheartedly, and who's to blame me? It's the bee's knees! (did I use that correctly?) But it's also why I have to occasionally ween myself off facebook. I know a few too many things about strangers, but I know I'm not the only one like that. I saw my nifty friend Kim Nguyen yesterday and here is me creepin' on her with my camera.





Another thing I'm good at is spending money. Aren't we all, though? I did a lot of that spending money thing today. Big shopping trip with the momma in Dallas. I got some real gems. And by gems, I'm mostly referring to the faux fur cardigan I got on clearance at Forever 21. I don't care if it's the summer, it was $15! I'll wear it everyday in July just to show off what I consider to be a practical steal. Really, it's that gorgeous.

Probably one of the things I'm most skilled at is creating these insanely regimented and intense training schedule that I do only a marginally mediocre job of maintaining. I guess I over plan because I know I'll always fall short, but in this case, the degree to which I fall short is exactly what I should be expecting of myself. Regardless, I'm beginning one of these schedules tomorrow. Oh jeez, 6 am wake up call followed by 5 mile run, followed by 18 mile ride, followed by 30 minutes strength training, follow by this blog will now be called "This is muhdead existence." We'll see how it goes, but I know to expect some major soreness.

Finally, after a semester (well...more like half a semester) of intense research and planning, I officially begin rewriting the paper Chris Bell and I are working to get published by the NCSE. The next few days I've allotted 7-8 hours of productive time to be spent in the wonderful haven that is Barnes & Noble at Southlake Town Square. Hopefully I'll have my first draft out to Chris by Thursday. But we all know I'm overly ambitious in my expectations. I'll most likely spend a majority of that time looking at books about making cardboard furniture and figuring out how to incorporate as many H.L. Mencken quotes as possible in to my conclusion paragraph(s). Because really now...who doesn't love them some Mencken?