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I've just been surfing the web, searching for new ways of procrastinating. I went to IMDb, a favorite haunt of mine, and looked up the film Atonement. Atonement stars Keira Knightley and James McAvoy. It's an independent drama, I believe. As I was looking through the pictures, I noticed something: Keira Knightley is breathtakingly beautiful in every single frame. Keira Knightley is one of my favorite actresses, along with Rachel Weisz, Juliet Binoche, Emma Thompson, Julia Ormond, Kate Winslet, and Anne Hathaway. One of the things all of these actresses have in common (aside from being truly phenomenal actresses) is that they are all wonderfully beautiful. As I was looking at more screen caps, I got to wondering: what is it like? What's it like to have every movement you make, every expression, every everything be beautiful? Not an earth-shattering question, I know, but still one that gave me pause.

And yet I still procrastinate. I have biochemistry to attend to. My class lacks two lectures, one from Wednesday when class was canceled and one from Friday when Dr. Sylvia simply told us stories. We should have covered one chapter in that time, and like most of my class (I presume), I have yet to do any real work or studying on that particular chapter. Of course, now, the entire chapter will be up to me to learn all on my own, as my class is now joining with the other section (the honors and majors section), and they've already covered it. But I still procrastinate. I will a while yet. I'm listening to Johnny Mathis sing Christmas music, wearing my new soft and fuzzy sweater, indulging in the heat that University Housing recently turned on, with one hand curled around a steaming cup of coffee, all serving to make me happy.

It's been some weekend. Starting on Friday, I burst into tears when Becca asked me how my day had been. Then I went with Rebecca to Food Lion so I could buy some champagne (the only alcohol I semi-like), only to have them refuse to sell alcohol to me as Rebecca was underage. I hate breaking rules, but what I hate even more is breaking a rule that is neither posted or widely-known. I left Food Lion feeling like a bad person, as if I had tried to purposely break the law (or some rule of Food Lion's that I've never heard about before). I'm not a rule-breaker; give me a box and I'll make my home in it happily. Anyway, we went to Harris Teeter, where the wine, beer, and champagne selection is the largest I've ever seen, and the cashier wished me a happy belated birthday, and then proceeded to inform me that when she turned of age, she was going to be drinking the only alcohol she liked, vodka, from morning until night. I wished her luck with that, and left with my precious cargo, of which I have yet to finish. Then, at about 3:30 am Saturday morning, the fire alarm goes off. Rebecca and I trudge off outside, downstairs, by the dumpsters. This is the second time in a month the fire alarm has been pulled in the middle of the night. It was cold, and blurry, as I was wearing a tank-top and shorts and no glasses. Some guy offered me a tootsie roll; nice guy. The alarm blared for fifteen minutes, then we were allowed to go back inside - which is when I discovered that I'd only been asleep for half an hour before the alarm went off. Funny. On Saturday, Rebecca and I ate lunch at the Cheesecake factory, then went to Old Navy, where I bought some clothes, including the fuzzy sweater I now wear. Then we waited in heavy traffic for two hours just so we could pick up Rebecca's friend from the State Fair. That was a fiasco I do not wish to repeat. Today, I slept late (very late), then set about procrastinating.

Here's a bit of sunshine: I'm a mommy. My seedlings have sprouted. I planted them shortly after my birthday, and up they've shot. One row is spearmint and the other is peppermint. Don't ask me which is which because I can't remember.