Procrastinating

The most likely time to find me writing an entry on my blog is when I am hard-pressed to find some other form of procrastination to keep me from doing something I absolutely do not want to do which results in the feeling that I have no other option but to blog. Tonight the intended avoidable task happens to be reading for class. I have not read for class in nearly two weeks which nullifies all of the work I did my last two tube days to get "ahead." However, I have enjoyed my lack of effort which is why it's so hard to get back in the groove of being a faithful student.

As I was searching for other activities to occupy my time this evening (since the Super Bowl was less than entertaining) I decided that I needed to update my blog a bit. After many failed attempts to fix the "edit me" portions of my blog because I felt like I was reading directions in a foreign language when attempting to do so, I decided to simply write a new entry. At that moment, it occurred to me that I had never commented on the name change of my blog. That is what I now intend to do.

The original name of my blog was "Monotony Monopoly." While I feel that my life is monotonous, I do not like the negative connotation that particular wording implies. While it is synonymous with repetitiveness, it is also akin to dullness. My life is EXTREMELY repetitive, but I would not consider it dull at all. I am also not naïve enough to think I have a monopoly on monotony, though it sure did make for great alliteration!

I think I like my new title even better. I am quite possibly the most happy and fulfilled person I know, so the new title seems apropos. I have a feeling, however, that this name will not be the last. There shall inevitably be many more to come when I get tired of the current one. Variety is the “spice of life” and the title of my blog shall not be an exception to that rule.

the sweet smell of victory

Those of you who know me, know that I am a pretty competitive person. However, when in competition with a member of the opposite sex (especially one who talks a big game) I am even more keen on being victorious. My mom always told me not to beat boys at anything because it hurts their ego too badly - maybe that's why I enjoy beating boys so much.

Last night I had the pleasure of running my male opponent into the ground in the all-around Incredible Pizza competition and I must say it gives new meaning to the word “Incredible” when you come out so far ahead. In this epic battle I achieved a 4-3-2 record taking basketball, DDR, Air Hockey (which was a miserable 7-2 loss for my opponent), and tic-tac-toe (previously won in class on Wednesday night). My opponent won the field hockey game (which broke after he scored a goal before the game was over – congrats to him on such a convincing victory), “Ice Ball” (which he won 26,000 to 25,000 after he missed altogether once when his ball ricocheted off the screen resulting in another try for his previous pitiful effort), and racecar driving (a true and convincing victory). We tied in gun shooting and miniature golf.

As if victory isn’t sweet enough on its own, my opponent foolishly agreed to wear a shirt boasting “loser” to class next week if I “happened to win.” You would suppose that he would have learned his lesson at Incredible Pizza. However, that is not the case. He prolonged his misery by playing me in Checkers and Battleship. I will leave it up to your imagination who won those two events that fortunately were not counted in our overall record because I care not to divulge that information.