• My dog is far from perfect. She bites my fingers on accident and tends to get a little too excited around the time I want to sleep, sleep, sleep. And, man, she farts a lot. And I don’t spend nearly enough time with her.
• Oh. My cat. HATES. HER. 
• I love them both.
• Kevin and I are doing well. Occasionally, we have little spats over things like him not cutting the fat off of my steak before grilling it (yes, I’m dumb). Thankfully he doesn’t hold grudges so I can’t either. It is a million times better than the 1 and 1/12ths years we spent doing the long distance thang. And I am NEVER doing that again. Free neck rubs!
• Whitney talked me into joining Jazzercise. I’ve been paired off with some girl named Mitsi (seriously!) and we’re competing to attend 60 times in June/July. My calves hurt. Old ladies get way too excited about dancing to “Its raining men.” There’s this one warm-up song that makes me think of the “L Word.” It is a fairly excellent way to spend a few hours every week.
• Also, I’ve re-re-restarted cooking. It’s going…fine. I should eventually look at the 54 cookbooks random people purchased for me. You know? Yeah. I should really be better at doing this.
• I haven’t done much work towards making friends in Kansas City. I’m in a weird position because I already had a few friends here and my boyfriend is here and sometimes I enjoy (really, really enjoy) being lazy. I should probably do more to get out of my comfort zone and meet new people. Eh?
• I should work on my vocabulary.

Wink does not approve of this post.

I’m your you.

My cat and I need to lose some weight.

I feel lonely sometimes but not all the time, which means I have made progress.

I tried to look up some Lost theories today and got more confused. This show makes no sense.

What else have I done this week? Watched Sophie Scholl’s The Final Days (holy crap, you must watch it), studied for the LSAT, cleaned out half my room, took two showers, watched Sopranos, StumbleUpon participation without voting on whether or not I liked the site, read about possible hiring possibilities for Kentucky’s new coach (because Billy G is so fired), watched Strangers with Candy episodes on Hulu, applied for jobs and continued to re-read No Country for Old Men.

I really need to learn Spanish.

I got a call back from the place where I interviewed last week and they asked me for a second interview. I am very excited— I would really really love this job and I would feel that way even if I didn’t want/need a new job.

I saw a cat get hit by a car. It was sad but I didn’t cry. I think the only reason I didn’t cry was because someone I know put his thirteen-year-old dog to sleep today and I cried about it while watching Sopranos and I think I had reached my crying threshold for the day.

You know what? I want a Wii.

Everyone, meet April’s cat Suitcase.