Countdowns

TWO HOURS until December begins.

ONE WEEK AND ONE DAY until classes are over.

TWO WEEKS until I am completely done with finals, papers, and everything for this semester.

TWO WEEKS until I am home in California for the holidays, where I will get to see my parents, my brother's family, meet my new nephew, and see my friends.

THREE WEEKS or so until my sisters and their families come down for Christmas, too.

THREE AND A HALF WEEKS until Christmas, when we celebrate Our Savior's birth.

FOUR WEEKS AND ONE DAY until my other brother comes to visit.

FOUR WEEKS AND TWO DAYS until I go to the LA temple with my family.

ONE MONTH until 2012.

I was born a ramblin' (wo)man

I have no homework assignments due until next Thursday (woo hoo!). I only have a take-home exam to work on, and multiple research papers of course, but they aren't due until after that. So I said to myself, what should I do tonight? I could work on my thesis, but I probably won't get anywhere; I've had a difficult time focusing today. So I had some top ramen for dinner (good comfort food) and watched Father of the Bride, but then that ended. I read over my roommate's statement of intent for grad school, but now I'm done with that, too. Then I thought about writing a new blogpost because it's been a while. But what to write about? I thought that maybe I could talk about how school is going, or about work, but nobody really wants to read that. I don't even want to read that. I could write about how I've been doing more hardcore exercise lately to help me lose weight...there, I've written about that. Maybe I could write about my social life. Oh, wait -- I don't really have one. Hmm. I could write about church and spiritual things, but most of that stuff on my mind lately has been too personal to share on a public blog. I could write about...what? Nothing comes to mind. Maybe my brain just needs a rest. Looks like I have nothing to say, then, yet somehow I've written an entire paragraph. Go figure.

This blogpost about absolutely nothing has been brought to you by sheer exhaustion, a burgeoning headache, increasingly lower mental capacity, and possibly The Mask. Or maybe Harrison Ford. "No! It wasn't me! It was the one-armed man!"

Penguin out -- "...you didn't see anything..."