Succumbed to the pressure

Ok, so I’ve finally given in. Lots of people are doing the p90x workout and I’ve decided to become one of the masses.. I am more curious than anything, really. I’ve started doing yoga and jogging, and I’m already tiring of the routine – I hear with p90x it’s always different. I’ve never had ripped abs or been totally buff, but I’m thinking it might be a nice goal to aim for..

Prank you very much

Spending 4 years at a boarding school, it was inevitable I’d fall prey to one prank or another. Sadly, the attempts that I made to prank anyone always got thwarted. I was standing by the dorm fridge one evening with someone’s shampoo and conditioner in hand, ready to throw them in the freezer when out walked our dorm dad… I could never get away with anything!  I’d have to say the best (or worst) pranks had to be the ones my friend Lauren played on me. There was no “getting her back”, because she’d always pull the last one. Always.

One time I walked into my room and turned on the overhead fan – only to be surrounded by a white whirlwind of flour… After spending hours pain-stakingly cleaning up the huge mess, I left to go blow off some steam at the basketball court. When I came back to the dorm and turned on the light (and overhead fan), *POOF*! Yep. You guessed it. White powder all over EVERYTHING, one more time.. I was livid.

Then there was the time that I won a pie-eating contest. I’d won the contest only because I was the last contestant to jump off the stage and puke (we had to eat several of these pies to win). This contest had been held by the sophomore class, and my prankster friend Lauren just happened to be in charge of all the chocolate pudding that had gone into the pies. It was quite a rude awakening at 2 o’clock one morning when a huge tub of chocolate pudding was dumped all over me in my sleep.. Had I had any clothing on, I would have pursued the perp, but of course I knew who had done the dirty deed!

I think that the only prank I ever pulled off was on my roommate Andrew. While he was gone, a friend and I managed to shrink wrap everything of his – DVDs, remote, toothbrush, you name it. It was so immensely satisfying – that is, until he walked in and acted like nothing had every happened… Which makes me think that perhaps I was such a great target in high school because I reacted to everything. If only I’d had a poker-faced response (thanks Lady Gaga for ruining that expression!), maybe I’d have missed out on the second coating of flour in my room, or on the chocolate pudding bath…

Single’s wisdom

My desktop is starting to fill up, so I’m trying to streamline it and file things away. I found this:

“Most of our frustration with people not responding to us as we want them to — whether it’s calling us back, or asking us out again — has to do with our egos. We take it as a mark of our attractiveness, our desirability, indeed our self-worth, when our dating object responds with passion, and we take it as a blow to our selves when he or she doesn’t. What we have to keep in mind is that the other’s response is rarely a question of who we are. Almost always it’s a question of who the other person is, what that person has to do that day or week or month, and what demons he or she is currently slaying.”

This was a good reminder to me, because I honestly believe this is true. I hate that I don’t remember where I found it and can’t give the writer credit, but I’m glad I kept it – because now is one of those times I’m having bad luck in the “dating” department. Sigh. Date. What is that again?