i'll join them next time.

Courtney, Davie, and Taylor are doing P90X in our living room. All three of them, standing in a staggered formation.

I joined in on the warm-up but decided it best to sit this one out, because it dawned on me that I would have to shower if I went any further. ehhh..Nu-uh.

So yeah...grab your bands, grab your weights, and get ready to get Xed.
Has anyone ever seen this thing?

For those of you who are not familiar with P90X, neither was I until this occasion...and I must tell you, Joe "the tricep boy", Blonde Dawn with her rippling abs, and of course, Mystic-Tanned Tony, our fearless leader who refers to his 6,000 pound dumbbells as "his weapons" are quite the package. Today is the "arms, shoulders, and abs dvd" day for my fit friends, which I assumed would only last like, 45 minutes, and would conveniently end about 3 minutes before Top Chef starts tonight. Well, I underestimated Tony...I mean, you're getting "Xed, people" by the Rip King, stop your whining and work out for 2 hours. Thank God for Tivo. I hear some moaning...I think it's time for me to go cheer-lead or something.

there's just something so inspiring when Tony (pictured above) peers through that tv screen and screams at my fiance: "get it up! get it up! get it up!".

something i need to get over.

I would rather be cleaning a stranger's bathroom while simultaneously visiting the dentist than talk to a really smart, intimidating, Scottish-raised professor one-on-one in his office.
But I gotta do it! In 15 minutes.
So please, let's all pray that I don't look like Elle Woods with a red face and instead come off as an almost-brunette, incredibly intelligent, second year law student that has researched my paper topic for 2 weeks instead of 2 hours.
bahhhhhh!!!!

pumping iron

My friend Nancy and I joined a gym "as a couple" for the cheaper rate this morning. And I worked out in the morning for the first time ever! And then I got home and couldn't keep my balance from jello-ey muscles. Now I'm craving Goodcents because the courtroom smells like Goodcents. Good day.

thoughts

Question of the day:
How many facebook albums do you think are named "Party in the USA"/some derivation of that song title/some segment of its lyrics? LOTS.
And this phenom is attributable to Miley Cyrus??
OMG.
But I would be a liar if I denied swinging my hips like yeah... noddin my head like yeah... from time to time.
And it's all your fault Brittany Bruns! If you didn't make your tiny dog's head nod I would be able to successfully hate the song like I want to!!
So please, Brittany, take a video of Milly's Miley dance and put it on your blog so the whole world can understand why I can't get through telling the story of her dancing because I'm laughing so hard...I think it will make many people's days.
And what the hell kind of a name is Miley? Gross.

On another note, wedding dress shopping is frustrating.

And lastly, I am very much looking forward to this weekend!

Friday - Plaza Art Fair - one of my favorite events ever.
This year's GOAL: more art, less pineapple infused vodka.

Saturday - Manhattan - my sister's dad's weekend, whole family in attendance.
GOAL: either stay sober enough to avoid any sort of hangover on Sunday and be productive
-or-
get just tipsy enough to experience unnecessary hunger pangs and enjoy a guiltless trip to Pita Pit.

The fact that there is even an alternative to Goal One is horribly ridiculous....but please, try to stay off the edges of your seats until Monday when I report which goal came to fruition.

because eating something that's not that good unless you can't remember eating it clearly justifies a hangover. duh. 

On the brain:

yum...fatty food. i hate weight watchers.

                                               ehhh...natural law and jus cogens?? whatev.

                                                             beer...mmmm...weekend.

the word "menu" is written in a really cute font.

get skinny as this bi-och to fit into one of these.

and lastly, who cares?? i think along with the creation of the blog came the creation of the term: "TMI". sorry.

NOTE: this was an exercise in posting pictures and labels. this took far too long and I still don't get it. someone please tell me why it looks so sloppy.

Here I am, shamefully blogging right now --- and maybe I was a little hard on myself, if I had taken this picture last year at the same time I'd be wearing a Pi Phi t-shirt, not something civilized, and gray - which clearly shows my maturity :). I don't like the font options on this blogger thing. I will most likely spend the next thirty minutes trying to figure out how to change that....and then I'll read International Law. Promise. 

p.s. will a seasoned blogger tell me how to position pictures after you write?? rather than before, to the left or to the right? this is vital!

Terrific.

I got my swim trunks, and my bloggy bloggy. 

I got a blog. I got a blog! 

Everybody look at me cuz I'm writing on a blog. 

-Molly McCue, credit: The Lonely Island

Oh how did I give in so easily? While most bloggers have new homes to showcase, cities to conquer, or travels to document, I sit on the same couch in the same tiny apartment as I have for the past two years, neglecting the same homework that is due in an hour, creating the same self-induced and easily preventable anxiety as last semester and the semester before that.

However, my lack of a strict schedule and excess of down-time often leads to laziness, and I feel that "journaling" in a sense could act as a release, therefore motivating me to stop pouring over wedding blogs and watching Stephen Colbert and start my damn homework. So yes. I will blog. And it will be theme-less and most likely boring.