Noncommitment Girl

"The longer she forces herself to avoid relationships (because that's what she's doing), the more hardened she will become. She will get to the point where having a relationship becomes something that is scary and ominous, because she believes that by giving in to one she will lose everything else she is working on. Yes, it's a control issue, friends, and because relationships are unpredictable she feels like if she has one, the rest of her carefully calibrated, foolproof routine will go out the window.

It's easy for Noncommitment Girl to let her life be solely about her. She has to realize, though, that her life is about more than just herself."

Apparently I am Noncommitment Girl, which I suppose is heaps better than The Cheater, The Flirt, or Goin' to the Chapel Girl. Out of the multitude of categories, I'm happy with what Lo tells me I'm in. Overall, a good read and a welcome distraction from the perils of heavy textbooks. I will be happy to lend anyone my autographed copy if they want to know what "girl" they are. Or boy. Don't be shy.

I'm now going to take a page from a friend and give you a day in the life of Noncommitment Girl. On a holiday.

7:15a: Wake up.

7:20: Coffee. Lots of it. Eat.

8:30: Leave to go teach Attack.

9: Teach Attack to some serious diehards.

10: Sit at the gym and make fun of people with a friend. (Jeggings Lady took the cake. Also, I know I'm a horrible person.)

11:30: Arrive at home. Eat.

12:40: Think about doing homework.

12:45: Fall asleep on the couch.

2:15: Get off the couch only to eat.

3: Watch Scott get into a fight with some weirdo who was picking a fight with Kim on the Kardashians.

4: Contemplate going to 5:30 Attack. Decide I'm hungry. Eat.

5:30: Decide to be responsible and study.

And that my friends, is how you live it up on Presidents' Day. Look out, Easter.

Eat or get eaten.

This weekend while friends were doing things such as getting Level 1 CrossFit Certified or training for BODYATTACK, I took on a much more daunting challenge. One that involved a true battle of perseverance and grit. Blood, sweat, and tears. A mental challenge of epic proportions. The 50 McNugget Challenge.

I'm pretty sure it started off as a joke a long time ago, but after trading jabs back and forth, my competition and I decided to throw it down this past Saturday night.

Ground Rules:

1. Both participants purchase 50 McNuggets.

2. Winner is the eater who puts them away the fastest.

3. Loser reimburses winner for their McNuggets.

4. Once a winner has been determined, if the loser still has remaining nuggets and voluntarily quits before finishing, there is a $30 penalty.

Are you thoroughly disgusted yet?

I'll spare the details, but I did walk away victorious. 32:15. Rx, if you will. It was a hard battle, and I am not proud of what I did to my body, but it was well worth the victory. And my competition? He did put up a good fight.

In other news, Lo Bosworth was in STL last night for a book signing. Where was I? Oh yes. In Springfield with my face in a textbook. This grad school thing is starting to get boring. I do realize that my last post was chock-full of PMA, but today I'm just crabby. The amount of reading I've been assigned is so huge that 3 hours of careful concentration barely makes a dent. Screw that. I'd rather be watching reruns of The Hills.

What can I talk about that is positive? I am going to take the online Jeopardy quiz on February 8th. This is positive, but also anxiety-invoking. If I don't move onto the next round, my lifelong dream of becoming a Jeopardy champion will be thwarted, and I'll have to find a new dream. Golly. That is depressing.

Wait. My Lulu shipment is being delivered today. Positivity abounds.