Things To Remember If I Ever Become an Evil Overlord

It's Monday. Ew. I'm working on my plans to overtake the world, and this is what I must remember: 

1. My Legions of Terror will have helmets with clear plexiglass visors, not face-concealing ones.
2. My ventilation ducts will be too small to crawl through.
3. My noble half-brother whose throne I usurped will be killed, not kept anonymously imprisoned in a forgotten cell of my dungeon.
4. The artifact which is the source of my power will not be kept on the Mountain of Despair beyond the River of Fire guarded by the Dragons of Eternity. It will be in my safe-deposit box. The same applies to the object which is my one weakness.
5. I will not gloat over my enemies' predicament before killing them.
6. When I've captured my adversary and he says, "Look, before you kill me, will you at least tell me what this is all about?" I'll say, "No." and shoot him. Actually, on second thought I'll shoot him, then say "No."
7. I will not include a self-destruct mechanism unless absolutely necessary. If it is necessary, it will not be a large red button labeled "Danger: Do Not Push". The big red button marked "Do Not Push" will instead trigger a spray of bullets on anyone stupid enough to disregard it. Similarly, the ON/OFF switch will not clearly be labeled as such.

Serious Rambling

Since I said I would, (and I'm a girl of my word) to commemorate my blog's belated anniversary, I'm going to do a top ten of the things running through my mind.

...you may not want to read this. I warn you that it may not make coherent sense.

You've been warned.

WHAT'S ON MY MIND:

Excellence.

So, blog readers, I have a confession about my character.

It's a weird paradox of sorts.

I admit that I can be über-motivated and competitive. A serious go-getter. Between Mary and Martha in the Bible [see the story here], I'm mostly a busy-bee Martha. I like doing things to help, and I get annoyed by people who are seemingly "dead weight".

 On the flip side, I can be chillaxed to an infuriating degree. When I feel daunted by a task, or I don't feel like pursuing it, I'm simply mediocre. I annoy myself with apathy.

 I never wanted to be an all-or-nothing sort of person, yet here I am with this dilemma.

LISTS are fun. Yes they are.

It's FRIDAY!

Cue happy music.

Of all of the days of the week, Friday is the most hopeful day.

Doing anything on a Friday is easy. I'm always thinking in the back of my mind, "ahh, I can work hard on this today, because tomorrow? Tomorrow is Saturday."


Everyone knows Saturdays are the best days. (Sundays are great, too, but they're always oh-so busy.)

Last Saturday, I went contra-dancing. It was a blast. I have no idea how I'm going to one-up last Saturday in terms of fun.
...I'll think of something. I can assure you, it will be something not soon forgotten [inagoodway]

SO, I've decided to learn some nerdy things; lately I've been feeling much too "normal".
Ahem, here is my running list of what makes me a geek {ohhh, BAD BAD idea}:

The beauty of running

Okay blog, 


I bit off more than I can chew. Posting on you every day is going to be a challenge. I know there's no bad repercussions if I don't post, but I'd be letting myself down. I mean, if you can't keep a promise to yourself of all people, what good are you?
I'll attempt to continue this trend, but it is only January. I don't think I'll run out of things to post, but...I'm going to not count weekends as days to post. Fair compromise? I think yes. Since you are just a webpage, you must agree. 

Onward to my post for today.


Today is my running "rest day". Psychologically, rest days are hard.

I feel like if I'm not training, I'll lose what I've worked for. This isn't true, but still.

I easily see how people become exercise addicts. But I AM TAKING this day off so my body can recoup from the past week of exercising.
You probably know the plus sides of working out (it seems obvious enough) but here's why I love it:

• endorphin high = feeling so chillaxed; nothing really fazes me. 

• I can feel that my muscles have worked, and it's a lovely thing.  You know that feeling when you haven't worked out, and you feel sloppy like a potato? It's the inverse of the couch potato. It's super-rejuvenating energy. 

• I feel like I've done something fruitful. I force myself to push past that "threshold" (the point where I feel like I need to either give up or die). Strangely, if I can hold out for a bit past that point, I get an energy spike and I can keep on trucking. It's sometimes insanely hard, but so rewarding.

• I don't feel bad eating a bit of junk food since I'm burning all of those calories. heh, as if.  Junk food cravings begin to vanish though. After running, I crave wholesome-good-for-you-full-of-nutrient stuff. I still have chocolate and coffee vices, but running makes me feel better about that. 

• Running is like pushing a reset button. I feel ready to face the day. 

• I see so much beauty. Running gives me much-needed outside time. Looking around and soaking in the gorgeousness of the day is great. 

I'm sure there's plenty of other reasons why running is great, and I'd take the time to list them out, but I have PHYSICS homework calling my name, and there's no time like the present.

I'm attempting to get everything done now so I can go dancing tonight!

...I'm excited.

Be excited for me.

I'll post about the awesomeness of dancing later.

And here's a picture that makes me glad to be alive (I hope you feel that way, too):
(I think from here on out, all of my pics will be hi-res and clickable)

Addle-headed?

So begins my blog. Hm, what to write about? The top ten things running through my mind (not in any order, really.) :