I will always be a Gators fan first. I only mention this just in case my fellow orange and blue-sporting friends are cursing me right now b/c of this post (which I am probably being paranoid about because we all heart the SEC.) OK, OK, I bleed orange and blue and Gatorade, and I digress.

Anyway, the point of this post is to congratulate the Gamecocks on a fantastic performance that led to a first win of the College Baseball World Series for the Garnet and Black. If you are a friend of a Gamecock fan or follow any Gamecock fan on Twitter you probably saw them (say?) that this game was for Bayler. Read the sweet story here. Great job Gamecocks. I hope you are partying and playing Queen on REPEAT. I know everyone is celebrating here because 10 cars keep driving up and down my street honking. Honk on, champions.

...and I thought it might make you smile too. I bought this shirt from woot.com last night. I am not usually one to buy funny t-shirts, but every once in blue moon, I see one that I can't pass up. Can you guess the name of this guy?




Knock, Knock. Ha! OK, enough with the cheese.

His lease is up on his truck, and THIS is what he decided was a practical car purchase. It is a 1969. Did I mention it has a houndstooth interior? The reason I posted this is to show my parents how much more responsible of a child I am. That, and I can use this as ammo when I make a similarly impracticable car purchase (albeit, a much newer model) once I start working. Hiii Mom!!

P.S. I am just kidding, bro! xxoo

First of all, if you are an anti-parentheses person, please reference the title. This post is NOT for you. I almost made a Budweiser commercial reference here, but then I realized it sounded like I was referencing NON-RX drugs- with which, I am not cool.

OK, so despite the fact that I have a pretty good excuse for not blogging- READ: Bar study (Yes, uppercase "B." I did the other kind of bar study last summer)- I find blogging way too much of an enjoyment and a release to quit outright. That, and also I knew I couldn't milk a new blog design post for too much longer. No matter how much I love the new layout.

The only three things that (should) be on my mind right now- besides that the 100th episode of The Hills airs next week- is exercise, diet, and the Bar.

So, I just have to tell you about my new favorite dietary item. Before you see the picture of this item and judge me, realize that I know NO food item should ever be packaged this way. Especially, if the company actually expects people to buy it. But, I learned from Hungry Girl that this Tofu-based spaghetti substitute is only 20 calories per (legitimate) serving size. It is also vegan and gluten free. It is also pretty good. I mean, usually when I eat spaghetti, I do not think: wow this spaghetti is soooo tasty (unless it is homemade pasta- thanks, Mom.) Usually, I am WAY more impressed with the sauce. But, that being said, it tasted like any other spaghetti to me. (Did I mention that I am Italian?)



Word(s) of warning: It also smells like a litter box when you open the bag. (Am I convincing you yet?) But the bag DOES acknowledge this (in a lot more euphemistic way.)

Despite the negative attributes (which I clearly gave you a warning about), this stuff is good, cheap, healthy, and satisfying. I honestly recommend it as long as you promise to plug your nose before you microwave it for one minute. (After that one minute, I swear it transforms itself into a scentless food item. ) End parentheses. Also, end big hips. Cheers to 20 cal. pasta!

Notice anything new? A-he-he! Thanks to Jessica for the makeover! It is soooooo me.

I have talked about getting a personal trainer for years. But I just couldn't justify the cost. Most people hate working out. I actually like it, but I HAVE to get into a routine to enjoy it. As soon as I stop working out for a significant period of time, I become a gym ghost. For instance, I was on a regular running kick, training for my first half marathon with my brother and some of my friends, and I hurt my knee just a few weeks before the race. Bummer. Ever since then my running routine is...well, a dream opportunity for Cher Horowitz and Tai's exercise of using the daily vocabulary word in a sentence. My Clueless loving friends, let's just call my routine "sporadic" at best.

So... I decided it was time to stop complaining about my new(ish)ly found antigravity with my running shoes. I signed up for a new gym membership. AND, get this, signed my life away with a personal trainer- a 12 month, 2/3 times a week contract. I was ecstatic to hear that I could sign with a blue ballpoint instead of blood, but I still can't believe I actually agreed to it. I have worked out with my trainer, Patrick, 3 times now, and I am excited to find how much better I will look and feel after weeks at this. I think it will be worth the money. My friends, I guess sometimes you just have to take the plunge, grab those weights, and start with a good ol' lunge.