Hug All the Things

That vision of yumminess is the Red Kuri Squash I baked at 11.45pm Friday.
Tastes delicious.

Oh the things!
I read a hilarious blog post about procrastination. It was essentially a cartoon strip and one panel had the main character skipping merrily, doing chores and eventually screaming 'Clean All the Things!' I have yet to get the turn of phrase out of my head and I do believe I will say it until its good and dead. :D

Today, though it is getting towards 2am on a Saturday and I'm looking at a to do list of homework that I'm about to finish Killing, is shaping up to be an awesome day. I woke up slightly crooked yesterday and threw a lavish pity party all morning. I did somehow surface to attempt to cheer up a friend, who was having his own pity party. After failing to assist in any way I said to myself, 'Hey Self, this pity party is Ova!' (said in the manner of Barney Stinson)

I clicked away on my computer, surfed waves on the Internet and thoroughly neglected to do any work. Indeed, Friday the 14th was a day of grand procrastination. Sure, I got some things done. But I also watched a excessive amount of YouTube videos, spent way too much time attending to my Tweet Deck and I read more useless articles than you could shake a stick at.*

Naturally at 9.55pm, the Sit and Whine Pity Party reared its head again. After acknowledging the beautifully dank whole I had dug myself into, I eventually got over it and set at the Squash. Somewhere mid seed-scoop, my mother called to let me know she was downstairs. Oven pre-heating I leapt down the stairs like a gazelle** and carried a moderately luggage back up.

Lo and behold, the contents of the luggage were mine. Shirts I knew, skirts I missed and suits I need were nestled snugly together and I dug in as though there would be no end. Eventually there was an end and I reached the bottom luggage. Exhausted with travelling and the riveting tour of my apartment, my Mother said goodnight and set off for her hotel.

As I cleaned up squash bits and scrubbed the baking pan back to perfection, I couldn't help thinking that today was going to be awesome. Or, Legen.....
....wait for it...
...
...
Dary. :)

Its like Christmas and my Birthday had a baby. And that baby is October 15th.


Here's to new faces and places. And hugging the living goodness out of life. Somebody has to...

* Really, what does this even mean?
**If the gazelle was a bit awkward and almost fell three times.