Let it out, peeps

I love this commercial:



And I also really like this one (the Brit version). But I think the first one's my fave:

Votes! Which one's your fave?!

$1 bottle of nail polish

I don't like myself at the end of a semester.

There are several other times during which I don't like myself (including sometimes when I say "during which"--gross), but let's just focus on this.

I am irritable, extra sensitive, not good at being happy for others, not efficient with my time.

So in other words characteristics that I have much of the rest of the time, just amplified. Beach time and being told how beautiful I am usually decrease some or most of these; hint if you're looking for a birthday present for me or a conversation starter.

The nice thing about isolating myself at home more often to "work on papers" is that there is extra Dibby cuddle time. On Monday I was in bed for several hours typing and Dibby was right there next to me. Currently we're smashed together on the love seat. You know why? Because we're in looooooove:

Sweater: Maurice's, jeans: Old Navy, nail polish: H&M (courtesy of* Nick)

*Note: courtesy here indicates a previously unused gift given, not a loan

Over and out. Emiliana, you're up.

I'm lettin' YouTube do the work today. Well it's the medium. Emiliana's doing the work, providing delish tunes. Thanks, Lady:

Who invited Research?

So uh...yeah. Wish me luck on this exam "tomorrow" (today).

T-minus 10 hours, almost.

I think I'm gonna try and sleep now, then get up bright and early--or not so bright and not so early, but still somewhat early and maybe mildly bright* after some java--to get back to some final time with the t-tests and chi squares.

Dear spring semester,

Have I told you lately that I'm really not a big fan of you, and I'd like to hit the reset button after you're gone and hope that my writing and general knowledge improve while my sourpuss mood will hopefully dissipate?

With angst,

D.Bailey

*Or, as is often the case with java following little sleep, chatter box chatter box chatter box Bailey (it fades as the day wears on, and turns to exhaustion and grumps and occasionally, tears).

Eavesdropping

I'm trying (not very hard) to study for my research exam on Tuesday, and aside from the fact that my eyes are glazing over at all the technical terms, I'm finding it quite difficult not to listen in on the conversation occurring approximately two feet from me here at the 'Bucks.

There are two women, and at first I thought maybe they were in nursing, but it seems they might be surgeons.

And they are complaaaaining.

Not that I don't complain about my field, my program, my research tests...

I guess it's best they get the bitching out of their system here at Starbucks, prior to operating.

In other news, this is the DB's 600th post. No big deal.

:)!