Katie, I'm growing my bangs out.

I'm currently REALLY into podcasts. Sometimes, I think that this blog would make a good podcast. One of my favorites is "Gardening in a Minute" - minute long gardening tips and facts. Using that as inspiration we could have "Instant Insignificance."

I used an intensive conditioner on my hair this morning, and it feels great. Every time I use one, I wonder why I don't use it every day.

I know this isn't particularly mundane, but I got an acceptance letter from Texas State today! And I can't believe it's real. I have a Texas State ID and everything! I'm in. There is a good school that likes me enough to offer me acceptance into their mfa program. I was so sure that I wasn't going to get in anywhere that I started looking for jobs on Craigslist in Tuscaloosa and Atlanta.

I fully plan to drink an entire $4 bottle of wine tonight in celebration.

It will almost be like I am on Top Chef: 

http://www.aadl.org/topchef

Sundays are now my least favorite day because the mail doesn't get delivered, which means no possibility of any rejection letters arriving. Also, there are substantially less emails in my inbox on Sundays, which means less distractions.

I just submitted my application to grad school. I feel like I'm going to throw up.

I went to file my FAFSA stuff today, and when I got to the part where you submit it, I realized I was on FAFSA.com not FAFSA.edu.gov. What a waste of an hour. On the upside, filling it out the second time took a lot less time, but I felt significantly stupider.

Then I had a glass of wine, and promptly became tipsy. My tolerance is shot. Oddly enough, I'm more ashamed of that then filling out the wrong FAFSA form.

All non-profits have to make their tax documentation public, but I still feel very, very sneaky for looking at JSTOR's and for knowing how much the top-paid employees make! Like I'm stealing paystubs.

M.I.A had her baby on my birthday.

That has to mean something.

All of the Craigslist ads for the last two days have been uber depressing. Snap out of it, desperate people. It's just a day. Drink some tea, watch a movie in bed and go to sleep early. Disaster averted. YOU'RE WELCOME.

GOOD GOD PEOPLE. Stop fucking around with my internet amusements.

I really don't approve with the suit/sneaker combo. I would say 3 out of 5 people on the trains in the morning sport bright white running shoes with clean-cut business attire and it just looks silly. I understand the need to wear functional shoes, but I think Nikes, New Balance etc are a bit extreme.

Best Holiday Ever:

Stacy Leavens' Birthday.

My office-mate just gave me a birthday gift. It made me cry.

Sometimes I hit enter after typing "gm" into my address bar, and I am too fast for the auto-complete, and I end up on gm.com instead of gmail. At least I am faster than a computer! People might think I am way more into cars than I am if they could see how many times I've been on gm.com, though.

I got a booty [call] text this Saturday at 4:14 am from a 19-year-old boy.

Kidz these dayz. GAWD.

Monday mornings are incredibly unproductive. Not because I'm tired or recovering from the weekend but simply because I can never remember where I left off on Friday or what I accomplished the week before. I usually spend a good 1.5 to 2 hours trying to create a list of things to do.

Whoever figured out coffee is my personal saviour. 

When I started washing my dishes this afternoon, I left some for later, so I would have something to do this evening.

I have eaten both Thai and sushi twice so far this week.

Right around 2pm everyday I realize that I am so thirsty and immediately feel like if I don't drink at least 20 ounces of water I will surely shrivel up and die of dehydration.

The first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is thank myself for filling my humidifier the night before.