1. I’ve been spending lots o’ time in the library as of late. Sometimes I’m super productive. And sometimes I just watch The Bachelor or The Biggest Loser or How I Met Your Mother (on headphones, of course). I’m off topic already and I haven’t even started. Okay, the actual thing I wanted to say about the library is that, while I’m studying in what’s called The Main Reading Room, I feel like I’m in Hogwarts. It doesn’t really look like Hogwarts (or what imagine Hogwarts to look like) so I don’t really know where I developed this delusion.
All I do know is that every time I’m in there getting my study on, I want to work on my pronunciation of “wingardium leviOsa” (not leviosaaaaahhh) and down a mug of butterbeer.
Just stop it, Carly. You’re embarrassing yourself.
2. We need to talk about The Bachelor this week. Oh jeez. Where to start? I kind of feel like this season is a romantic, glammed-up version of The Most Dangerous Game, and Sean is secretly trying to kill the girls off. What is with the dates he keeps forcing on them?! Roller derby? Sky scraper free falls? Swimming in ice water in Canada? No thanks.
Don’t even get me started on the Tierrable Tierrorist. Or Selma’s overexposed boobs (despite her super conservative values). Or Sean’s seemingly awkward and underdeveloped kissing abilities. Does anybody else notice this?! He just looks a little… sloppy.
Okay, I’m stopping.
3. I have started counting down the days until my No Sugar Challenge is over. Yes, I feel amazing and yes, I’ll likely keep this up most of the time, but I need a nice big cup of frozen yogurt. (With cookies and brownies and candy and sprinkles and fudge, please.) I am super excited. Although, I’m kind of worried that I’m going to wake up with a massive sugar hangover.
At this point, I’d trade 58 hangovers of any variety in exchange for some froyo.