the twentieth of june, a tuesday

                       

I'm sorry, guys, I really am. I feel like I've completely abandoned you, and believe me, I wish it were different. But it looks like once a week will be all I can handle until after the bar.

        

So, due to the fact that I now have HBO (oh, yeah, I have HBO. I didn't ask for it, but I have it. And, well, sure I'm paying for it. Yep, absolutely), I have taken it upon myself to attempt to put my insomnia to good use and check out the shows everyone's talking about, "Sex and the City" and "The Sopranos."

I have to say, I was completely underwhelmed by both. Admittedly, I didn't give "The Sopranos" much of a chance. I'm no stranger to the f-word and have even been known to use it from time to time, but I heard it more in five minutes of that show than I think I have in my life to this point, and it just got dull. Everyone says you get used to it, so maybe I'll try it again some other time.

As for "Sex and the City," I just didn't think it was very well written or, for that matter, acted. Parts of it were funny, but I don't get that one girl's non sequiturs and I thought Kim Cattrall was abominable.

Whatever. I'm way out of touch anyway, and it isn't as though I have time to watch them on a regular basis.

        

I have discovered the ultimate PMS cure. You have to stand in the kitchen (because, as we all know, calories ingested standing up in the kitchen are not absorbed) with a box of Nilla Wafers, a jar of Nutella, and a knife.

What you do after that is up to personal preference. But no matter what happens, it will all be good. I promise.

        

To make up for such horrible things like Nutella, I've started doing Tae-Bo after class every day. It's totally stress-reducing, all that kicking and punching. And I can actually get all the way through the somewhat wimpy 25-minute basic video, which makes me feel quite empowered. It's sort of embarrassing how much it kicks my ass, but we all have to start somewhere.

See that? A fine example of positive self-talk, which is one of the more prominent benefits I've noticed as a result of therapy. My friend Kay sent me an online article about it as it relates to dieting, but I found that it applies to nearly all aspects of my life... not only food, but time, money, school. I really never realized how much negativity I put on myself, or how much of an impact it actually had. I never thought that what I said or thought to myself would make a difference, but it really has.

So now, instead of telling myself over and over again that I'm going to fail the bar, I tell myself over and over again that I will pass it. Thank god I learned this trick in time.

        

How much can I not wait for The Patriot? My friend Tara and I have had a thing for the guy who plays Mel Gibson's son, an actor named Heath Ledger, for three years, since he was in this throwaway summer series called "Roar." He was hot then, and he was probably barely 20, so he's sort of full grown now and is that much better. He showed up last year in 10 Things I Hate About You, but with dark hair, which didn't look quite right, but still, there's not much you can do to make him unhot. He's just got that look.

        

Since my updates are so sparse, I'll point you to a couple of new journals that have caught my eye through, of course, my referral logs.

The first is called User Unknown (at least, I think that's the title) and it's written anonymously. She's in college, and is very free with her thoughts and emotions, which is quite refreshing. I have such respect for people who have the strength to write who they are without regard to what people may think. Plus, her link to me says that I make her "proud to be a woman," which may be the highest compliment anyone's ever paid me in a link.

The second one is the lovely Caoimhe, and if you haven't heard about her yet, you must be living under a rock. She's Irish, writes a wonderful journal, is friendly and kind, and I've been shamefully lax in both responding to her e-mail and announcing publicly just how much I love her journal.

So there you go. Go catch up with these people if you don't read them already, and then maybe you won't notice that I've pretty much dropped off the face of the earth.

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