It's true! The crocuses are popping up in my landlady's flowerbeds, and there were cherry blossoms outside St. Paul's hospital yesterday! Woohoo!

where is the love?

okay, this may be random and maybe i'm too old for this, but does anyone else find justin timberlake's last few music videos disturbing? anger/aggression issues? what's with the violence? banging an emaciated woman on shards of a broken mirror? cheatin' girfriend getting "what goes around" in a car crash? If this is sexy, I'll pass, thanks.

could it be . . . ?

. . . that spring is really just around the corner?

You know when there's that subtle change in the air, and the rain starts carrying with it an ever-so-slight whiff of spring? Today I looked out the window and I could swear I saw little green buds on one of the bushes outside, which was also covered with a dozen tiny chickadee-like birds. And next week we're supposed to have sun and temperatures above 10 degrees. Could it be that this crazy winter we've been having is coming to an end??

. . . and as soon as my neighbours finish their little romantic rendevous. . . >:(

wasting valuable sleeping time

You know when you get to that point that you're so tired it takes you 4x as long just to get your a$$ into bed? I *know* that the reason I'm feeling worn down at school is because I'm going to bed too late and getting up too early. I know this! I was finished lesson planning an -hour- ago! And what am I doing? Trying to track down old newspaper accounts of my family history, checking people.com manically to see if any of the fashion pics have changed, reading blogs I've already read. And now, of course, writing random useless stuff on my own.

That said, I am also aware of the vital importance of a nutritious diet at this cold and flu and depression time of the year. As soon as I finish my bucket of life-brand valentine candy.

who needs cake

I was griping because I was out of town and wouldn't get to take advantage of my birthday landing on a Friday night this year. But really, can another random night at the bar truly compete with the delegation of enthusiastic 11 year-olds belting out 'happy birthday to you' as they jostle for hugs and compliments outside your hotel room door? Maybe I'm getting old, but I don't think it can.