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Nope, I’m not waiting for a compliment on my hair or new sweater. It’s much better than that.

Nate was able to convince my website to stop dispensing medical advice. I’m not clear on the details of everything involved, but I’m pretty sure it included some serious ninja skills. To recognize the change, I thought I’d update the blog design. What do you think? I’m excited about it.

Everybody go tell Nate what a great guy he is.

Thanks, Nate!

While Ryan and I don’t watch too much TV, we do have our shows that we always catch on Hulu or Netflix. (Does anyone watch normal TV anymore?) Heroes gets me with its plot twists and 30 Rock makes me laugh until I can’t breathe, but the show that really makes me giddy is Glee.

I think it has everything to do with the music. See for yourself.

(Sorry about the ads. But it’s worth it to see this clip, I promise. And, Sam, I have no idea how you could hate this show.)

This was officially the longest I’ve been locked out of anything. Happily, though, it was much less embarrassing than when I got locked out of my car—while it was still running—at my bank’s drive through teller line. That sure was a long 30 minutes.

Anyways, thanks to Nate for fixing it! (Bribery does wonders.) I’ll get something up here soon—I just have to tackle a long editing assignment first. It’s about Columbus, so at least it’ll be interesting. It could have been another piece about onion farming….

Argh! Today be International Talk Like a Pirate Day. Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!

But that’s not even the best part! While I was looking for background on how exactly this blessed holiday began, I stumbled across something even more enjoyable: The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. (Yes, you did read that right.) Written as a clever retort for schools being forced to teach intelligent design in science classes, my main attraction to this religion is the witticisms of its creator. Those who belong to the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, known as Pastafarians, worship the Spaghedeity and also regard pirates as absolute divine beings (see the tie-in to today’s holiday?).

Furthermore, Pastafarians believe that pirates were actually peace-loving explorers who distributed candy to small children. They have also proved direct causality between the decrease in pirates and the increase in global average temperature (see below).

Personally, I think it’s brilliant. Scientific American compares the satire to Jonathan Swift’s A Modest Proposal. RAmen and RAmen.

After dinner on Sunday, I made a series of important discussions in the discovery of lazorexia.

Lazorexia is defined as the consistent skipping or delaying of meals in order to avoid cooking. Characterized by less than ideal nutrition. Possible causes include the frustrating lack of recipes for a single girl and the loneliness of setting a place for one at a dining room table.

The sharp rise of lazorexia can be attributed to two sources: microwaves and fast food restaurants. (Several studies also link lazorexia to the use of fast food drive-throughs. Most academics accept this theory on the condition that the lazorexic is already in the car.)

Lazorexia, in its current form, manifests itself in an inability to decide what to eat at mealtimes, leading to long periods of mindless grazing or snacking. (Cadbury chocolates and tortilla chips are among the most common snack foods.) Other symptoms include an unwillingness to actually cook anything and a repetitive tendency to open cupboards and stare blankly into them.

The world’s earliest lazorexics survived on wild berries and grasses. However, little else is known about them as most of them were unwilling to relocate when they had exhausted their supply of berries.

Possible cures for lazorexia: While there are no sure-fire cures to lazorexia, having friends or roommates who actually spend time at the house to share mealtimes with significantly cuts down in the frequency of lazorexia episodes.

So I just picked up my copy of Harry Potter 7 from the Waterstones at Picadilly Circus. (Can I just tell you I love the fact that I got the book seven hours before everyone else in the states??) It was the official release party in England. After six hours of waiting (in two sweaters and a Gryffindor robe, nonetheless) I finally got my hands on a copy. And I should be excited. All my questions will be answered. But the truth is that I just don’t know what to do with myself in a post-Potter world.

But I guess that won’t stop me from reading. Off to chapter 1.

Happy 26th birthday to my friend and roommate, Julie Dougall.

I’ve always avoided anything resembling social networking sites. I have a hard enough time keeping in touch with the friends I have—why would I possibly want to spend time on the people on these sites? Plus, I’m already bad at time management—why would I possibly want another mindless drain on my time?

Well, it’s because over the course of a single evening, three separate friends tried to talk me into joining. I guess my willpower is no match for the power of three (or something like that). So I decided that, since I was going to join, I may as well do it right. Therefore, I tried to do everything like other people I know who use Facebook.

• I’ve signed up for an account, posted some notes, and written on the walls of all my friends.
• I’ve joined a group: “I will correct your grammar and I won’t feel bad about it.” It’s perfect.
• I’ve even thrown some pictures up online.
• And, I’ve already spent way too much time on it—I’ve even neglected my editing.

Doesn’t that seem right?

Actually, despite the time commitment, I’ve really enjoyed it. Let me tell you, having 17 people want to be your friend in one day is certainly good for the self-esteem. Who knew being internet friends could be so rewarding?

Just a quick update on a previous post. Kevin, the fearless Mt. Everest climber and Moreton flag carrier, has successfully made it to the summit. Details will be forthcoming on his blog shortly, I’m sure. Congratulations, Kevin on your amazing and well-deserved (and well-documented) accomplishment!!

And, for those non-climbers out there, now you can see what he saw…kind of. (Obviously, the 1024×768 panorama doesn’t match the real-life panorama…but it sure was easier and safer to get to!) Also, if you want to pretend you climbed it for yourself, check this out for a better understanding of what the journey was like.

Update: Since Jenn=geek, here are a few more links to get more Everest knowledge out of my system.

Happy 24th Birthday to Amber Johanna Pack.