No more excuses.

Hey, folks. Okay. Back and ready for business.

Since my last post, I

-had very little Internet access

-thought Mortimer the Mac was dead. Again.

-was able to revive the little bastard. (Might change his name to Lazarus. It's a thought.)

-caught a crazy-bad case of strep throat out of nowhere.

-mostly recovered from said illness, thanks to many pills and daytime TV.

-got my first adult American passport.

Please feel free to finish the sentence with any of those options, since they're all true.

I find the last one the most exciting/scary bananas because it means that I can no longer escape my fate as an adult, at least in the eyes of the United States government.

Yeah, well tell that to my steady diet of ice pops and chicken soup.

It is really exciting, though.

So, now I'm going to read your blogs until the one title I know of for next year's reading list arrives in the mail.

Awww yeah.

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Follower Love-Fest #11: Alegra

Alegra's blog, Dollface is Candysweet, is one of the first that I clicked the friendly little 'Follow' button on. It must be said, first and foremost, that she is a Grade A cutie-patootie, and I don't mind saying so. Her closet is nothing short of enviable. Or is it her style? Hell, it's probably both. Pluse, she's funny as hale. Case and point: 'i can also never leave the house without my primark denim shirt. it does to me what american apparel does to other people. it makes me think i'm cool.' Did you laugh? Of course you did. Oh, and her DVD collection (it's her background in most outfit posts) is worthy of some mouth-dropping, too.

Zombie Jesus Day!

I failed to go to church, make brunch, or dye eggs this year.

Between the assumed --unless I'm told that he can make a recovery on Tuesday--death of Mortimer, college, and a rather startling arrangement of personal problems, I just couldn't find the time to get into the manic groove that all commercially-endorsed holidays bring out in me.

My housemates have been beyond beyond the past couple of days.

Sure, we're living in a rather disgusting structure, comprised of dirty dishes, newspapers, breadcrumbs, and ants, all posing as a house, but it's kind of nice.

Until the other day, I hadn't seen most of my loves in a week. Some I still haven't seen.

We gots the looooove, though.

When I came home a sleep-deprived mess (six hours' sleep, spread over four days is apparently not enough for a functioning human being), two of my housemates were sitting, watching Glee and eating homemade lemon muffins.

They listened to me rant, then we hugged, ate the deliciousness, and I finally succumbed to Glee's awesome power.

I repeat, 'awesome'.

Right now, I'm waiting for the call from home when the phone will be passed around to every available relative and we will scream love at each other.

Also contemplating whether or not it's worth it to finish an essay which I will probably be failed for anyway.

Either way, I am running off to the shop to see if there is any chocolate left for me to sneakily hide in my housemate's pillows.

Final note: I hope you're all full of love and chocolate/roast/Peeps/whatever you gave up for Lent, if you did. But mostly love. For tradition's sake, I give you

'I'm in the depths of despair.'

A little dramatic, but thank you, Anne.
Sorry that I haven't been updating or reading much lately, but essays are due on Thursday and then it's exam time.
And there's the small matter of my scientific discovery that that laptops don't very much care for carrot juice.
Mortimer the Mac has very likely gone to that IT desk in the sky.
So, I'm sort of screwed.
Fingers crossed that I get these essays done without having to sell my soul...Again.

Hope you're all keeping well!

BRB, reading Tennyson in the woods to avoid my life.