School is out! I am extremely excited that this semester has ended. It has been a pretty good one academic-wise (hopefully--I'm still waiting on two of my grades), and a pretty shitastic one in terms of my personal life. Don't date on small campuses! And then don't live in the same building as your ex. Especially the same one in which you lived with her when you were dating. And then don't live on her hallway after you break up. And then pretend not to care when she dates the RA on the floor above yours. And that it doesn't matter that your window overlooks the parking lot and you see them together ALL THE TIME. Yeah, it's been fun. But I have survived it and single life is not that terrible. It allows for what I like to call "Financially Rewarding Friday Nights" or "Making a Shit Ton of Money on Weekends Babysitting for Wealthy Families." It is a lucrative practice, I assure you. Also, most, if not all, of the kids for whom I sit are adorable and well-mannered, so I enjoy it. Plus, they go to bed at outrageous times (when's the last time you went to bed at seven-thirty?), and most people seem to care a lot about their HBO and SHO. God bless you, ON DEMAND. So I am going to enjoy my groceries and my trip to Portland, courtesy of my singleness. 

In other news, I have successfully stuck to an exercise regime for an entire semester, a feat unheard of at casa de me. I am planning to ramp up said regime next semester, courtesy of me planning my class schedule around the spin classes at the YMCA. I have terrific leg muscles (which I cannot name properly, forgive me) which I hope to develop further, and a slowly developing core buried underneath some insulation, which I hope to remove in time for warmer weather. I have also rediscovered minimizer bras, which help to further the illusion that I do not have giant bags of tissue chilling in my chestacular area. 

Implanon out. Period imminent. I do not recall this tenderness, nausea, or host of other unhappy symptoms I seem to have this time around. Hopefully this is merely my body admonishing me this one time and everything will stop hurting soon. ...Yeah, right.

I watched a Rachel Maddow program for the first time today and I am addicted. I had seen snippets before, but this time I was able to catch half of her program. Hopefully it is available on the Apple tyrannical source of music, videos, and other media, because I think I require more of her in my life.

Ramika has gone off to New Orleans to judge some tournament. We both interviewed for the Co Editor in Chief position (assistant next semester, full blown for the next two years). It went well for me, and I assume it went well for her also, but our competition is a lot more talented than we thought. Ultimately, we are older than they are and have been on the staff longer, but experience isn't everything. Luckily Ramika and I are talented and well-herstoried already in the business of school newspapers, so hopefully things will go the way we want them to. If not, neither one of us have a shot at Editor in Chief because they are both freshmen and will be Editor in Chief until the year after we graduate. I do not wish to contemplate this possibility so hopefully the email we receive on Tuesday will indicate that we got the position. I will be checking my internet like a maniac that day. Also grades come out that day. I should plan for drinks or massages or something.

My housing for the break isn't solidified either, so I am really, really hoping that I am not looking at a three day stint at home, followed by a weekend here, followed by a weekend there, followed by... a lot of money in gas, that's what. Also I need to change the oil in my car. So many 'sponsibilites. 

Tegan and Sara singing (a part of) Flock of Seagull's "I Ran" is possibly the greatest song ever.