Self preservation.

Growing up my family would pack up my dads old red patrol car with grapes and graham crackers, coloring books and raffe tapes and drive from minnesota to New York- despite all this my brother would get extremely bored and condition himself to sleep the entirety of the trip. Self preservation.

And as i sit here after a long night of paper writing and wayyy to much time at school and meetings... I rented 3 discs of the office, made up a tray of nachos-a-la-liz, blogin... self preservation.

The thing is sort of though right- I mean I hoped on my bike and 'Trek'ed it over to the blockbuster in la jolla up torrey pines (true confession? with my signature red vest on in case I passed my boyfriend on his way home while I was riding over so he would recognize me as I zoom past him) not only did I not see him blockbuster's stock of office episodes had been rented out! Blast!

So then I stash treky on the side of my apartment building- too much in a urgent rampage for office to actually open my door to safely store the little jem. jump in old pheb's and bump shakira as I finally go and grab three discs at the blockbuster down at good old ralph's college central. check!

Now I sit her tuck-the-fuckered-out. planning on spending the next six hours with TV nutrition assignment, spanish HW and making up a core plan. yup that was worth writing about... not.