The weeze

This week has been a bit odd, leaving me feeling anxious for it to be over so I can take my test this weekend. I'll probably have to do it alone, and that scares me.

At any rate, going to see Weezer last night was awwwesome, their set list was near perfect--if only they played Only in Dreams. I had a lot of fun, and fell in love again with their music!

I slept in today (huzzah) then woke up and layed in bed for an unhealthy amount of time, brooding and watching What Not to Wear. However I seized some sort of motivation and went to the gym to work out for the first time in four months. I was so in shape last winter when I started working out, then leaving for France put a two-month dent in my routine, and I lost all motivation. But now I think I'm at a point where I can get back into it again. I just want to maintain where I'm at now; since last February I have lost 20lbs (wowza), and I don't want to bounce right back. Plus, gotta love the natural high from endorphins.

Now I am having a tasty romance with fire-roasted tomato & olive oil triscuits. Sheeeeesh that is a very intensely detailed name for this triscuit flavor, but damn, they are exquisite. I have training tonight for the new dish job in one of the campus cafeterias (joy?). It will be nice to start getting paychecks, even if small, again. 'Cause i be so po.

I'll probably blog again sooner than later to rant about our economy.