Dream analysis, anyone? For some background information, I’ve wanted to get a second piercing in my left ear since I was around thirteen. I assumed it was just “teenage rebellion.” At this point, I think it’s pretty safe to assume that isn’t the case; I just want one! My parents would have a whole herd of cows if I did that. (Is “herd” the right word to use here?!) A couple of nights ago, I had a long convoluted dream, the gist of which was that I did actually get a second piercing. (When I told my mom about it, she said, “So you decided to starve yourself instead.” Huh? What on earth has that got to do with anything??) Analyze your heart out!

This morning when I got to the gym, I found a homeless man sprawled out in the niche in front of the door. Since it wasn’t yet opening time, and they wouldn’t let me into the actual gym anyway, I figured I’d save myself the trouble of making him move and just hung around outside, since the weather was actually pretty nice. Eventually some other people showed up and then a police officer walked by, so we let him do the dirty work. I don’t think he was too excited about it, either!

One point for me: I didn’t weigh myself today! Take that.

After the gym, I spent far too much time scouring every single store in a mall for boots. I did not find any. I’m considering the following options:

• Hiring a cobbler to make me my own pair of custom boots
• Moving somewhere warm so that I don’t need boots
• Walking through the snow in my bare feet
• Just. Keep. Looking.

Which do you think is my best bet?? I’m starting to get a little… desperate here.

Equal amounts oat bran and pumpkin, double that amount of boiled water, mixed with Splenda and microwaved for 1.5 minutes, then topped with copious amounts of cinnamon. I really don’t like canned pumpkin; but I do in oats or oat bran, apparently. I love the color, too!

Sugar-free apple pie filling warmed in the microwave and topped with a crumbled (stale) graham cracker. Graham crackers are like Nature Valley bars to me; I actually like them better when they’re stale.

Soba noodles and tofu with yellow squash, zucchini, broccoli, mushrooms, onions and peppers cooked in a balsamic reduction. (Ha… that sounds so fancy.) Believe me when I say this was enormous.

Okay, fine, don’t believe me. Here’s the photographic evidence:

Yikes. I’m not even going to say it. Because I know it’s mostly vegetables. But… seriously!

It’s still Cousin Central… I don’t actually know when they’re leaving. Some on Monday, some on Tuesday, I think. Most of my food is still safe. What I don’t understand is this: they are here for a reason, yes? Presumably the reason is not to hang around in my house… actually, I know it’s not. So why on earth are they always doing that??

While I was meant to be preparing for my presentations tomorrow — emphasis on the presentations, as I’ve totally despaired of the paper being any better than its current dismal state — my sister called me because my niece is having a grammar test tomorrow. One thing about me: I can, hopefully, use proper English. I enjoy English. However, this does not mean that I know or care about every part of speech or what it is called! I fail to understand the relevance of indirect pronouns to proper usage of the English language. My sister wants to know what we did before Google. Um… people actually knew things back then. Or we were just stupid.

In any case, I didn’t adequately prepare for my presentations at all. I am possibly going to do a practice run with my mom and / or dad later… every time I do that, I want to crack up. Whereas when I do it in front of the class, I want to pass out. Give me my Klonopin!

I did text my friend back last night, but that was it… she never replied. I think she expects me to call her. Which I don’t actually think is a very good idea… well, it might be for her. Not so much for me.

The usual “Sunday Night Blues” are creeping in, so I think I’m going to go find something to use to distract myself! Hope you all have a great start to your week!