Residents of Non-Resplendent Island are Safe!

This morning I woke up and did my usual rounds on the computer, read my blogs, checked my facebook, checked my e-mail...wait-- why won't gmail let me log in? Why does it say that I don't have an account. Because I totally do. So after about 8 attempts of doing the same thing, I figured my username and password weren't working for a reason and maybe I should try something different (crazy idea, right?). So after a little bit of tech savvy, I eventually was let back into my account to find that I'd been hacked and something had sent a virus to everyone in my contacts (DO NOT OPEN ANYTHING I SENT YOU LAST NIGHT). After that debacle, I headed over to my blog to check if someone wanted to make my day with commenting on something and also to whip a little som'm som'm together for today. I was planning on finally tackling that monster of a post I've been talking about where I explain to you my inner most thoughts and what I'm thinking regarding my major. But, alas, when I got to my publishing site, because it's connected to my gmail, I found that it had been completely locked. And even though I tried the same approach as I'd used to crack my gmail, the same thing kept popping up "This Blog has Been Deleted" (Deleted really was in red, which I think is just extra mean). And this terrible feeling came over me. Close to the feeling when you realize you've lost your wallet, but more like the feeling when you realize that you've lost your favorite sweatshirt or picture or something with more memories attached to it.

And I hadn't realized until right then and there how much I cherish this blog. On top of using it to communicate with everyone I love, it's basically the closest thing I have to a journal. There is so much that I value about this space and as someone who has been characterized as over-talkative and controlling (I'm talking to you, Enneagram) I love that I can essentially say whatever I want here and you can either read it or not, but you can't blame me for being annoying! So great! Funny how I made this realization 2 days before little bloggie's 1st birthday. Timing.

Eventually, something worked and after answering about 20 security questions, it all went back to normal. Phew. I couldn't have been more thrilled to see the words "Non- Resplendent Island has Been Restored." For the first time, it made me think of Non-Resplendent Island as an actual place somewhere in the tropics with little inhabitants who make coconut shell postcards, palm tree reed hats and eat lots of pineapple. And all these little islanders depend on me to survive (Did I mention the Enneagram called me controlling?).

Guess you guys will just have to wait a couple more days to get my thoughts about my Major decision. Blogging 101: gotta keep em coming back.

Jack: You’ve been avoiding me, Lemon.

Liz: How do you do that without turning around?

Jack: To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you, but…here we are.

True Story: Sometimes, 30 Rock makes me laugh so hard I pee my pants a little.

I Got to Ride my Bike Today!!!

It was a beautiful 65 degrees today-- the warmest its been since I've been here, so we rode our bikes to Zumba class. Zumba, by the way, was one of the most terrible, hilarious, embarassing, sweaty, dreadful and greatest things I've ever done. And, BONUS, after class, the weather was still so nice that we even got to ride all the way to Kroger for me to grab some granola bars. Success! Today was great.

My bike ride itch has been scratched...but only temporarily. It's like a mosquito bite-- now that I've itched it once, it's only going to start itching more.

Work

I'm finding that weekends are becoming my most productive times. With the business of the week, its hard to get myself to sit down and do all the little extra things on top of classes and homework a weekday, but the weekends are these beautiful gifts of time to just power through my ever-growing to-do lists. Yesterday, I crossed off about 5 things on my list (granted, I added about 8 more) but once you get in the mind frame of it being a productive day, it's easy to hunker down and get things done.

Claire, Frances and I rewarded ourselves with a delicious dinner at Leoci's. Because SCafe just really isn't an option (free laxatives, anyone?) we typically get most of our food from the always reliable sub shop or the slightly unpredictable local Kroger to stay budget friendly. But after my 8th turkey on wheat by Wednesday, it's hard to resist going out to eat something from like, oh I don't know, Chik fil A? Zunzi's? Bojangles (lovingly referred to as Boner-jangles by Claire)?Goose Feathers? Blowin' Smoke? So, in order to keep our wallets somewhat full, we made it a point this quarter to spend less money on dumb fast food and cheap meals that are only momentarily satisfying and instead treat ourselves to one nicer meal once a month. I'd been looking forward to going all week and I'd say that it went swimmingly. Not only was the food delicious, but it was fun to get to dress up for something for once.

And after a midnight dorm layout mix up (more on this later), we hit the hay. Hard. It's 10:30 and I just woke up, so although today is a bit slow starting, I know it will be as productive, if not more than yesterday.

I feel so refreshed with a new perspective on so much. The sun is shining. My desk is clean and there is so much I want to share with you all; I just want to do it in a way that really does all the news justice.

This post may be a little scattered, but then again, so I am I right now.

Have a great weekend everyone!!!! You'll be hearing from me very soon.

Couture Fashion Week

Right now it's Couture Fashion Week in Paris and I've been drooling over all of the beautiful pieces coming down the runway. One of my faves so far has to be Elie Saab. His gowns are just gorgeous and flowy and I want to wear one right now!

Mr. and Mrs. Perfect:

Alright, alright, you two. I know you are the most adorable couple ever. Obviously you get points right away for being named Adam and Eve. And then big thanks for making this video just to shove it in my face even more and letting me know that my wedding will never be as cool as yours. And that veil? Who else in the world could ever pull that off?

The Things I would Give for an In-n-Out Burger:

• my right index finger
• a lock or two of my hair
• Alyssa Burlingham's life
• sleep for 48 hours
• a letter grade in any one of my classes
• Claire's Jimi Hendrix poster
• internet access for a week
• deodorant for the rest of my life (but let's be honest, that really is only a bummer for everyone else)
• the price of one cheeseburger plus shipping and handling

What about you?