It is 9.30am on a Saturday morning-

and I am sitting here in my nightgown thinking DAMN IT'S GOOD TO BE ALIVE.

The sun's all hot and heavy outside but somehow I don't mind, because I'm kind of cold in here and I think in a little while I'm going to go to my brother's outdoor shower and sit in the middle of the wooden planks just basking.

Facebook Newsfeed hasn't moved in about half an hour, which is a little bit scary. So I assume everyone's either asleep & recuperating from the past frankly quite hellish week/ starting Revision Round #...1209892309ojsadskalk in preparation for Impending Doom.

i love how i give myself a false perception of freedom~~

yesterday was nice: spent gymming and jacuzzing with Erik at the Club, and then always with the sugar fix, so we headed to the rooftop@harbourfront and I had a bigass cup of frozen yogurt and stole sips from Erik's cup of what-I-hope-was-diet-coke (he refused to tell me. damn enigmaticness...if that's even a word. if not-- PATENT)

then, having no frantic lastminute revision to do for any paper the next day- I went back home and made dinner for myself with the salmon in the fridge and toasted honey almond cereal and milk (i am so self-sufficient) and then spent a happy half hour just belly down on bed and texting random people and all the while enjoying the luxury of TIME.

and then I watched Troy for, like, only the thirty-second time. Dad came back and watched it with me... he was evidently cringing at all the gory Director's Cut bits; and whenever Achilles stripped off his armour; you could see Dad's hand edging for the control...

until I got tense and took away the control and assured him "it's okay, I've seen all the Weird Bits before- and besides- the Weird Bits don't come just yet. Relax."

my parents are very conservative.

I agree that sex should be kept for marriage; but i hardly think handholding is going to get anyone pregnant. And that one time i lay on J's lap to watch television- ohhhhh, Hades.

so dear boyfriend; ...hence the circumstances. be extra lovely and i might tweak the rules a little bit and maybe even LINK PINKIES ON THE TENTH DATE

;)

But digressing from parents.... back to myself.

It's about time to get changed and head out to meet Di for our weekly Saturday gym-sushi-study session combo. Excited to gym, and I stepped on the scale today and it went down, which is always a nice surprise- esp seeing as how I was noshing on froyo and my sister's too-good-to-be-healthy seaweed thing yesterday--- feeling kind of worn out from General Examness; but I think once I blast some Beyonce and Britney (yes, guilty workout pleasures. don't hate.) I should feel aaaaaa-okay.

I finished editing my Lit H3 commentary before 9. That's my dose of Over Achieving done for the day.

Now on to meet luna sorella, moonsister, spend time at the gym, and then laze the afternoon away reading Tess of the d'Urbervilles for monday's paper 5.

here we go.