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Speaking of Bananas… I think I figured out where all my missing time is going.

I spent, no exaggeration, about four minutes looking at bananas in Wegman’s last night. I’ve decided that my current breakfast habits (pastries, Twizzlers, popsicles, gum) are not cutting it, and I need to eat fruit that is not in loop form with a toucan on the box. Hence, bananas. They’re easy to eat as I’m running out the door, they’re somewhat healthy, and most importantly, they actually taste good. So there I was, standing in front of the banana display last night, somewhat overwhelmed.

Buying bananas is not like buying pop tarts. When you buy pop tarts, you just pick a flavor, grab a box, and eat them whenever. When you buy bananas, you need to make a make a decision: long term commitment or quick fling? Do you go for the green bananas, and wait for them to ripen? What if you buy them too green, but then have to wait to eat them? What happens if you go yellow and don’t eat them right away? Then you need to go back and get more, and figure out what to bake with your overripe bananas. Maybe this is why I was eating my fruit in “by the foot” form…

After a few minutes last night, I found a bunch that was yellow-green and I went for it. At least one of them should be ready in case I want a snack when I get home tonight, and the others should cover me for the rest of the week into the weekend, at which point I’ll probably decide I no longer like bananas and start eating something else.

To bring it back… today at lunch, Annabel and I were talking, and I realized that despite doing relatively nothing, I have no time. Then I realized that it took me four minutes to buy bananas, something that would have taken me about 20 seconds last year when I had more going on. I’ve concluded that most of my time goes to overthinking basic decisions, and that I need to stop thinking so much. To misquote Douglas Adams, time is an illusion, free time doubly so.


I just received an e-mail from “Americas fifth oldest law school in continuous operation” in which they boast that it is located in “the nations 16th largest city.”

At what point do superlatives become superfluous?

In theory, free time is a great thing. When you have a lot of it, there’s no consequence when you waste it. See: the last four months of my life. The problem is, when you suddenly no longer have all the time in the world, you become very annoyed at yourself for “wasting” time. Some people might say that some of the things I’ve done were not useless time wasters, but as I sit here and stare at the pile of law school applications that are “due” soon, I am beginning to regret my insane need to reach the pro level in Wii Bowling and tag all 6100+ songs in iTunes with perfect metadata and album art. Not that I’ve actually accomplished these things, but I could have if I had actually (1) cared a little more, (2) was less lazy about pointless things I don’t really care about and (3) stopped twisting my wrist at the last second.

So what have I been doing? When I think about it, I honestly have no idea. Time just seems to leak. But that’s a subject for another time when I have the free time to ponder. Now, I’m going to write what I came here intending to write, so I can back to what I have to write.


I don’t know how many of you readers watch Jeopardy on a regular basis like I do. In fact, I don’t know if anyone besides Jess even reads this, but that’s not the point ;-) If you have been watching, you would have seen Meredith Robbins on the show for the last five days. Winning Jeopardy four times in a row (SPOILER ALERT: She does not win on today’s show) is pretty cool, but the insane thing is that she got the Final Jeopardy question wrong all four times! On last night’s show, she went into the final round with a guaranteed win based on the amount of money she had, so even though another contestant got the final clue, Meredith still won. This is inspirational for all of us who kick ass at those weird word game categories but choke when asked to put a wager on a topic such as 14th Century Russian Midget Poetry. The weirdest part: tonight she got the question right, but she did not wager enough to win. The moral/life-lesson: what you know is not the only thing that matters, it’s all relative to what others know and what others have. Not really a surprising lesson, but a good reminder from an unlikely source.

Other (not-so)important news: drinking about a gallon of water and listening to a “sounds of nature: ocean” cd is not the best combination. Replacing “ocean” with “thunderstorm” is equally stupid. I’m thinking of calling NASA and getting my living room pimped out with space station style hookups so I don’t need to get up every 90 seconds.

So I’m the spaz that kinda forgot Project Runway was on when I was out of town, and therefore mixed about 9,000 episodes. Bravo has not been as good as they usually are about repeating episodes, but they had a marathon today so my DVR has been faithfully recording. I’m rewarding myself because I finished a draft of my personal statement this afternoon, and I’m letting myself catch up on Project Runway.

My first thought: Kenley needs to be pushed down a flight of stairs. Or multiple flights. As I type this, she’s apologizing and there’s alcohol flowing, but she still seriously needs to be put in her place. She is a good designer, and she’s good reality tv, but she is just so grating. She is constantly whining, and I’m glad I no longer watch tv with sharp/heavy objects within reach (thanks Sarah Palin!) because she makes me want to throw something at my television.

The last episode before the finale wasn’t that surprising, because it’s always an evening gown challenge, and they always screw it up. I was a little surprised that everyone cried, and it actually made me want to cry a little. I don’t know what happened there! The next thing I know, I’m starting to lose it and reach for the chocolate.  Then Tim Gunn started crying so I knew it was ok.

I’m watching the finale now, and I’m really happy that we got to see Tim Gunn ride a bike.  It seriously made my day.

And we will end my ode to Project Runway with me questioning Tim Gunn’s ability to product place:

“You need to go go go on the Brother sewing machines.”


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