Behind the Green Glass Door

Happy Star Wars Day!
May the 4th be with you.

I didn't come up with that, so don't give me too much undeserved glory, laud and honor. You can still think I'm awesome, if you like.

Life has been interesting, but I don't have any monumental true stories to share.
Key words: to share.

Here is a list of 4 of my favorite things in the world:
1. true stories
2. secrets
3. pizza
4. people with whom I can share all of the above

The truth is that I do have monumental true stories, but they shan't be published.
Let's just say that the early bird gets the night owl.
Yes, yes.

So instead of telling you true stories today, you will be exposed to what I like to call "verifiable anecdotes".

Yesterday I went swimming after work. Not hXc lap swimmin' like I did the day before (1200 yards including a straight 500!), but like it's-so-hot-outside-I-must-submerge-my-head kind of swimming. It reminded me of home.

My hands smell like vegetables.

I pulled another one of my mid-morning naps again. It was dreamy. :D
But my apartment complex decided to rebuild the decks outside. So over the weekend, there was literally a pile of rotting lumber and spanish-speaking ladder-climbers outside of my window. They're still around painting and what not. It's just really creepy to wake up and have somebody RIGHT there.

Except for...nevermind.

So I ambled into work after eating the most wonderful beef stew I have ever made (truthfully, the only beef stew I have ever made), out of breath from the bike ride in the wind and with pillow lines on my face.

Lame joke interjection:
Did you hear about the corduroy pillow?
It's making headlines!

But hey- I'm here. On time. Awake. Alive.

My supervisor at work has a Facebook profile that has way more pictures of her son than it does of her. It's like a 2000 to 1 ratio. I think when he gets to a certain age, she can just hand it off to him, and he can start social networking since his entire life is already all over the internet.

You know you're a business student when:

1) You have dreams about investing, and you enjoy them. I woke from said dream up wanting to open a Fidelity brokerage account, but I didn't feel like giving my SSN away haphazardly without parental supervision. However, now I research stocks in which I plan to invest as if I'm an old, old man. Why just this morning, I even cracked open a Wall Street Journal and pretended to be a speculating day-trader. All I'd need is a pipe. And maybe a thick, white mustache.

2) You get selected to be on the COBA Student Advisory Board! Which I was. Our first awkward meeting is this Friday, so I get to dress up for it.

3) You "get" to dress up for events instead of feeling obliged to. It's a Business Beauty Privilege.

Oh my goodness- remember when we used to write notes to each other on those ridiculously long adding machine paper rolls with markers? And also on the address lines of Business Reply Mail cards stapled together?
We were such awesome kids.
I like to think we still are.

So how about I keep losing weight for no particular reason? Either Mike's scale is lying to me, or I'm actually only 111 now. I haven't been like that since 10th grade. That's back when I wore hats and dated stupid boys.
It's a time better left alone.
Now I date smart boys! (notwithstanding the boy logic)

But that aside, my weight is only at the 8th percentile according to my height and age. And percentiles remind me of statistics, so we're not going to go there.
That is also a time better left alone.

Lastly, if you're playing cards with two decks, and you need to divide them into two equal stacks, you could really just give each person a full deck. That way it'd be a perfectly equal distribution of face cards and poop.
It would be Santa vs. the Georgia Society of CPAs.
I wonder who would win.

Yet Your love is a melody our hearts can help but sing,
T.T.