Internet fail. Blog tourettes.

The Internet at my apartment complex was down all weekend. Luckily, I can check Facebook and Twitter from my phone (geez, can you imagine?!), but unfortunately there is no Blogspot app. So all these liquid thoughts that drizzle out of my fingertips into the ol' Mac Book have had nowhere to go for several days now, creating something of a traffic jam of thoughts (and now creating a weird visual of weird, swollen fingertips).

So I'm going with a default to get the blog juices flowing: a recap of my past few days.

Friday night Ashley and I had girls' night. We went downtown for Italian food and a glass of wine (felt very girls' night-ish to me, the usually non-wine drinker) and then went to support my girl Jen Aniston-- who I will whole-heartedly support in all her cinematic ventures-- in her newest chick flick The Switch. I had low expectations for the movie despite my love for Jen, but I was pleasantly surprised. The movie doesn't always flow exactly like you want it to, giving the viewer a certain element of discomfort, but the uneasiness takes the place of the predictable cheesiness in this genre of movies. Overall, I give it a 7 out of 10.

Saturday I got up early to go do a little shopping with my mom, lunch with my cousins, and general hang time with the fam. I know I haven't been away from home long, but I needed this more than I realized. I always love talking things over with my mom, whether it's reliving memories of downtown arts and crafts festivals or talking about the classes that I hate. Lunch with Mom, Matthew, Rachel, and of course Baby Mallory (who is so perfectly beautiful I just want to scream) was delicious if only because of the peach cobbler at the end. Peach cobbler is possibly my favorite dessert-- who am I kidding? I couldn't pick a favorite-- and, largely because I've watched two episodes of Say Yes to the Dress today, at the moment having it instead of wedding cake seems like a really, really good idea... now if I just had a groom... Wow. See what happens when you have a blog traffic jam? Detours. After lunch we headed to my grandmother's house... I'd like to insert a funny story from there, but truth be told I slept the afternoon away as the stories were told around me.

When I returned home to my cat and my apartment Saturday evening, I literally did homework for 5 hours. From 4:45 to 10:45- I subtract an hour for bathroom and snack breaks and a phone call to my parents- I sat on my couch and poured into my assigned reading for my Theories class. Yawn. My white knight rescue came in the form of Tyler, one of my dearest friends, picking me up around 11 to go to a friends' house; however, finding we were the oldest ones there, we abruptly went to Waffle House. Now, this is HUGE: I left my wallet in the car so I couldn't order food. Anyone that knows me well knows my love of the late-night, greasy diner. I couldn't tell you the last time I've eaten smothered and covered hashbrowns or a chocolate chip waffle outside the hours of 11 pm and 3 am. Obviously I'm a health fanatic. Catch up time with Tyler was exactly what the doctor ordered, as they say, as my homework was driving me into delirium.

Sunday morning Ashley and I visited a local church. This was my third go-around with this church, and I think I really like it. My Auburn church- have I mentioned it before?- was practical perfection and has proven a hard act to follow. This church service is contemporary, which is not my personal preference, but the pastor is pretty great. And when I flipped the bulletin open my eyes went straight to the coming Sunday night Bible studies: Breaking Free by Beth Moore. Oh Boy.

The rest of Sunday was- shocker alert- devoted to homework. This semester is the reason that my advisor has always strongly recommended I take no more than 9 hours per semester. I feel like I'm captaining a sinking ship with the amount of reading I'm assigned every week. I did allow myself to listen to the Emmy's in the background, and you can probably expect an Emmy blog soon because I found myself really drawn into the fashion... that, and Glee was ROBBED.

Today I've- surprise!- done homework. I decided to go for a run after lunch, and it was like my body was rebelling against me. I kept thinking, 'I'll stop in two minutes.' Two minutes would come and go, but my legs just kept pumping. Stress much? My face remained flushed until about 20 minutes after I came home and showered, that intense.

If I can get through my mid-week classes, Friday I'm meeting up with dear old Mom and Dad for a much-needed trip to the beach. I can't wait to collapse onto the deck (text book in hand, mind you) and stare out into the distance. I've always given my mom a hard time for sitting on her deck for hours when we could be at a water park or playing frisbee... but for the first time in my life, I just want to sit in stillness and let the sound of the crashing waves drown out the world.

Ahhh... that's better.