"Not Me!" Monday

I was so not deliriously tired today that in addition to waking up late, I did also not take 2 naps today. I need to study, not nap. I can sleep when finals are over in four days! So it was not me that couldn't keep my eyes open.

In my tiredness, I did not put on two different shoes yesterday and walk around in them until my roommate pointed it out. Because I most definatly had the energy of the energizer bunny I, even after she pointed it out, did not kept wearing two different shoes until they naturally got discarded under my desk.

On that note, I did not wear my pajamas to breakfast on Thursday and I did not proceed to continue wearing them all day long, through an all nighter in the library, and into Friday morning. It was also not past 2:00 in the afternoon on Thursday that I realized that I never put a bra on that morning and on Friday I was still not, not wearing one under my sweatshirt.

When I finally went to leave the library on Friday morning, I did not have to go looking for my shoes. I did not have to look on at least two different floors for them, since I couldn't remember when I had actually last wore them. That was not me walking around the pretty disgusting library without shoes or socks on because I would never walk outside into the torrential downpour and become soaked to my shins in water.

My sleep deprivation did not cause me to take off my socks, earlier tonight and throw them in the trash instead of the dirty clothes basket a foot away. What would compel me to throw away socks? Huh?

I so did not have only one meal today, supplimented by a very, very small apple, a bag of half popped popcorn, and a cup of tea. That is completely not healthy. I am not secretly delighted that I seem to be losing a little weight on this unintentional Finals Diet.

I should be taking care of myself, not starving myself.... so I do not count the little successes in life, like the fact that I had two whole meals yesterday as sucesses. Eating two meals is so not considered healthy eathing.

It is completely not-pathetic that we were kicked out of the cafeteria on a Saturday night, because they were closing. Again, being kicked out of the cafeteria on Saturday night is NOT pathetic.

We did not spend almost two hours procrastinating in the cafeteria. While there the three of us did not get into a Trix fight. We were so not the three girls laughing over who could get the most Trix cereal pieces into the others coffee. We are not three, and we do not play with or throw our food. Afterwards, I did not proceed to drink the coffee anyways that would be discusting.

Speaking of playing with food... tonight, I did not take two oranges from the cafeteria and proceed to juggle them all the way back to my room. I did not find amusement in that at all, that would just be sad. Sad, yes, and funny

Sex, Cookies, and Not Me Monday

Surprisingly, this has been a good last week. I mean, there has been drama, but whose life (especially mine) doesn't.



While leaving the National Christmas Tree Lighting ceremony at the White House on Thursday, me and two of my bestesty girlfriends were not having a conversation about "intimate" relationships. I did not say, "I don't know what everyone's problem in the US is about sex, I mean they lose their virgintiy in Europe at like 14." As I say this, I suddenly realize where I was. I was so most definately not in a crowd of people that had stopped waiting to cross at the light. I did not meet the eye of a mom with her 12-13 year old daughter, and I so did not get a death glare.

I am really quiet in groups of people. I think I have always been shy, but when I am around friends and family I talk a mile a minute and pretty loudly too. I really get into it and I like that about myself, even if I am talking about sex.

My friend Cynthia did not proceed to point out that this is becoming a habit for me. Because a couple months ago we were not at Tombs, and I was not recounting my one and only conversation about sex with my parents. I was not saying, "I was like 15 and we were sitting at a traffic light and I don't remember how it came up, but my Mom asks, 'You know he puts it in you, right?'" Well I must not have been a little loud because the next thing I know people at the table next to us do not stop talking and do not all turn to look at me. Great. Great. Great. This mean I am now the girl who talks really loudly about sex in public.

My friend Christina made yummy, homemade enchiladas for dinner last night and I brought the desert. Well I actually made desert there.... I had to stop at Safeway to get cookie dough and was talking on the phone being passed around my family who were gathered at my house themselves partaking in a cookie making extravaganza. I was not so caught up in my conversation and not dropping the box I was carrying and getting all the buttons right on the debit-card swippy machine (why are there so many steps to those, btw?) that I so did not, not realize that one of my best friends was standing in line in front of me. It was so totally not until the guy handed me the receipt and I turned to leave that I realized she was standing right there and had been the entire time. ooops!

Well those were the big mea culpa's this week. But I am not without my small faults. Finally, I have not had three of these cookies for breakfast (I am justifying it by drinking a glass of OJ), they are not super easy, and fast, and they are so not delectably amazing. I did not get these off a blog I read... no not this blog right here.

I am am so not admiting that I posted this Not Me Monday over on my China Travel blog and it did not take me 10 minutes to realize it.

On another note I don't know what to do about a paper. I emailed my professor on Saturday morning about changing my paper topic, but he didn't get back to me. So I made an executive decision and took my paper in another direction. Well he emailed me this morning and pretty much told me not to change it. The probelem is that it is 50% of my grade... yes 50% OF MY GRADE! so off I go to figure out what to do.

"Not Me!" Monday

It's once again time for MckMama's "Not Me!" Mondays....




No this is not my 49th post, this number does not equate to the number of posts I wrote while in China. No this does not feel monumental in the slightest!

I did not have to accept a urn with ashes in it, while babysitting on Friday night. That would be just weird... really, really, really creepy actually. So no, it was not me that signed for it. And I do not hate, hate, hate the word ashes. I have not hated it my entire life, and I did not detest the song "Ring around the rosie" as a child because "ashes. ashes. we all fall down." It so has nothing to do with my name.

Christina and I absolutely did not take a study break and visit Georgetown Cupcakes tonight. We did not spend $3.03 each on a sugary concoction that we had to wait in line for a half hour for. The were definalty, so not worth every minute of the wait. We did not order a dozen to take with us to our friend's parents for Thanksgiving. We so didn't order an additional half dozen, because we knew we would be too tempted to eat them on the eight hour car ride there. And while ordering online I did not find overwhelming joy in playing with my mouse and making lots of swirling cupcakes.... come on you know you want to check it out.

No the back wheel and seat were not stollen off my bike this week. Nobody would do that, because that is mean and petty. Literally. I did not have to file a police report and I am not going to have to replace them out of pocket. No, it does not make me feel sad at the circumstances of despiration this person must have been in, to need my seat and wheel so badly, because stelling is just plain wrong. And I did not tear up when the six year old I was babysitting this weekend asked with heartfelt sincerity "why would someone stell your stuff?"

I did not lose a ring this week that was a gift given to me by my Aunt whom I adore. I did not look in the library, the tombs, cafeteria, etc... for the ring and come up empty. I did not proceed to find it sitting on my desk Saturday night. It was not just sitting there and had been all along, because my roomate really did not find it. I asked.

I did not 5 minutes later realize that I had lost my GoCard. A piece of plastic that lets me into the dorm, into the library, oh yeah, and feeds me. I did not look everywhere for it. I did not finally figure that I must have thrown it out with the trash I had dumped the night before. I did not get an email on Sunday evening 24 hours later that the Faculty-in-Resident's wife found it. I did not breathe a huge sigh of relief.

No I am not just having "one of those weeks." No I did not slam my numb fingers into the door last night and I did not almost pass out in the elevator when I realized these was blood gushing everywhere. Seriously, it has not been "one of those weeks."

I was not kicked out of the library earlier tonight, because I didn't have my GoCard. No, I didn't whine to the security guard in the process. Whining is for babies and surely I am not a baby. I did not trudge back to the dorm to get my GoCard from the Faculty-in-Resident's apartment. It is absolutely not 3:30 in the morning and I am definately not back in the library, writing this.

Speaking of late nights, no I did not pull 3 all nighters this last week. One would be acceptable, two on the line of crazy... so three... surely not me. The amount of time I slept saturday night did not equate to the amount of sleep I had had in the last seven days. That would be really bad.

So I am totally not going to head to my room and go to bed now... night all!


And for anyone who stops by to read via MckMama, would you please take a moment to watch one of the two videos here about my friend Sergent Rodney Spears. Then if you pray, pray for this family. If not would you consider making a blood donation in his name? It has taken over 40 units of blood to keep him alive... would you consider helping your fellow mankind at this time of Thanksgiving?

"Not Me!" Mondays

Time for MckMama's "Not Me!" Monday again...


No I did not literally run through the streets of Georgetown to get to the bank on Tuesday before they closed at 5. No I did not arrive at 4:55 and when the doors were locked, I did not jingle the door really hard. No I did not call my dad to vent that the bank closed early to spite me. No I did not feel self-absorbed when he informed me it was Veteran's Day. No I still don't understand why we had to go to school, when the banks were closed.

I did not proceed to go to Starbucks and walk through Pottery Barn and look at the Christmas displays so my trip to Wisconsin/M Street would not be a total loss.

I did not see a cockroach in the bathroom in the middle of the night. No he wasn't a little guy less than an inch long. Nonetheless, it did not bring up memories of past bug problems. And no I did not have an epiphany while sitting on the porcelain thrown that unless I killed the thing right then and there, I would never use the bathroom closest to my room again. I did not immediately return to my room without washing my hands to get the ant/roach killer and proceed to drown the thing. Afterwards I did not have a mighty sense of satisfaction.

I did not roll out of bed Thursday morning and step on my glasses, breaking them. I did not proceed to tear a contact lens two minutes later. I did not walk around campus blind in one eye half the morning and I did not deem going to the optician more important that going to class. (By the way My Eye Doctor on M Street rocks the socks off customer service, if you are looking for a optometrist office in DC).

I did not spend the last two months planning a trip to Atlantic City for four of my friends. We did not have to reschedule this trip twice in the process. No I was not angry/disappointed/mad when three of my friends bailed within 24 hours of us leaving. No, my friends are not inconsiderate, and no two did not bail via text messaging.

As I picked up the friend at work whose car I borrowed to take us to Atlantic City, I did not resent my friends for every one of the 120 minutes I had to spend in DC traffic as a result.

No I did not consider tossing her GPS out the window, because it wanted me to turn back into the traffic I had just come from. No I do not consider myself a better navigator than the GPS.

I was not so disappointed/exhausted from the day that when we got back to her place, I did not fall asleep while watching a movie while waiting for Chinese food. I did not wake up to eat and proceed to fall back asleep. No I am not such a bad house guest. No I did not return home to promptly go to bed, cause if my trip was canceled I just didn't want to do anything else.

I did not read three whole books in their entirety this weekend that would mean that I was actually productive and studying, and seriously that just hasn't been me lately. I did not start to write a paper on Saturday that is due Thursday, that would be planning ahead. No aliens have not possessed my body.

I did not feel momentarily guilty this morning when I woke up to see my roommate already awake, even though I went to bed 3 hours later than her. Waking up in the morning is not a contest.

"Not Me!" Monday

Several, several weeks back I stumbled upon MckMama's blog. She just had her fourth baby, Stellen, who was miraculously healed of a heart condition in utero. Anyways she does a weekly meme so I thought I would participate this week. So without delay, here is an honest portrayl of my week:

I did not wear my slippers to class on Tuesday because they were so soft inside and I was too comfortable, no that was not me. And it wasn't because I didn't have any clean socks that I wore them to class again on Wednesday. I did not justify it by saying they looked similar to loafers. No I did not, that would just be tacky.

My motivation for doing laundry this week was not because I ran out of clothes. And I do not mean by this that I ran out of the outfits that I like, but even the ones that I don't really like at all. So no I was not excited when pants I had ordered online arrived on Tuesday which meant I could hold off a couple more days before doing laundry. And no when I finally got around to doing laundry on Thursday did I not have to do 4 loads. 4 loads in not a major sign of procrastination, and no I am not a procrastinator at all that word would never describe me, never.

I was not wearing a new pair of pants while doing laundry on Thursday, because I didn't have any other clean pants to wear. I did not wear said pair of jeans to Carol's birthday on Sunday, even though I had not washed them yet. The tag did not say that they were made with a special dye and may bleed until washed. No I did not ignore that tag, because I thought they made my butt look nice. I did not sit on my hands at the party and silently freek out when I looked down at my hands and they were blue. My hands were not blue, oh no they weren't.

I did not spend Friday night in my room, watching movies and sorta studying Chinese. No that would be a pathetic way to spend a Friday night for a college student. I did not start another movie at 2, and not go to bed until 4. No I would never stay up that late when I had to be up at 9 the next morning.

I did not go to the Iron Chef competition on Saturday alone when I could not get ahold of the friend I had planned to go with. Going alone to an event is pathetic, and I did not go anyways because there was someone that I have a crush on there.

I was not a little relieved that said friend didn't show up because then I could stay home and not go clubbing. I did not go grocery shopping on Saturday night at 10 o'clock instead. That was not me at Safeway, because grocery shopping on Saturday night is so not more pathetic that watching a movie alone for two nights in a row.

I did not walk the mile to Safeway and back alone, no that is just not safe at 11 at night. I did not call my father on the way there and my mother on the way home, because I knew it was not entirely safe and figured they could call the police if they heard screaming in the background of the call.

I was not relieved when my father told me on said call that he finally severed the relationship with his ex-girlfriend. No I did not cringe everytime my father had previously mentioned getting together with her since she broke up with him in September. No I am a supportive daughter who was not thinking "I told you so," when it turned out she was a bit crazy. And no I did not invite my friends to go out for drinks when she dumped him.

And when a friend said she would be coming over in 20 minutes Saturday night, I did not get caught up in other things and no it was not an hour and a half later that I finally realized she hadn't shown up. No I did not have any guilt over this when I could not get a hold of her the next day. And no it was not almost 9 on Sunday night when I walked down to her room, to see if anyone had seen her. No thoughts of the intro scene to a CSI like show were playing through my head as I walked down. And when she was not there did I not put my ear to her door and call her to see if her phone was in her room. That is just crazy stalkerish and I am not a stalker.

I did not search every common room in the building looking for a can openner on Sunday morning, because I did not buy cans not thinking through the fact that I could not open them. My can openner is not in a basement in Bethesda, it is not still there in one of 12 boxes that I have not promised to go through but because I am lazy and don't want to waste a precious weekend day I have still not done it.

I did not combine the vegetarian beans I bought specificially so a vegetarian friend could eat my dish at a potluck, with the turkey I had browned. I did not do it because it seemed logical, because I only had two tuperware containers, forgetting that this friend was going to be there. No I did not forget about her, she's one of my best friends. That would be just mean.

I did not eat three servings of my own dish at the party because it was just that good. And I did not eat hte leftover taco casserole I brought home for dinner last night, AND I did not finish it this morning for breakfast instead of walking down to the cafeteria. I would never eat the same thing for three meals in a row. Never would that happen, as that would be just lazy, and my laziness did not cause me to pull the tupperware out of the fridge and eat it this morning cold because I was not too lazy to walk down the hall to the microwave, no that would be entirely way too lazy and I am not lazy.

I did not make a cup of tea last night to help me stay up and study, then forget about the tea when I feel asleep. I did not microwave the same cup of tea this morning and I am not drinking that cup of tea now. I did not think oh well, when it didn't have its pungent wonderful aroma.

I am not thinking of just throwing my hair into a ponytail because I wrote this in the time alotted for my shower. No I do not have reading still to do for my class at 2, and it is 12:30 now. No I would never leave reading until the last minute like that. No not me I am a perfect student.