Mother's Day-eve

Ah, another weekend, another fun-filled Saturday of LSAT testing. How exciting my life has become! Well, this time, there was the added benefit of a burglar alarm screeching in the background during section 2...hence the dismal score. But in what is seemingly becoming a nice little trend, I took the test, promptly stressed out, and went in to a depressed little funk. LSATs are demoralizing. Ugh.

But on to happier news...It seems that the cutest boy in my class has learned my name. And we even have conversations. Now, I realize that this sort of chronicling of the briefest of encounters is quite grade-schoolesque. However, I think that my resocialization will involve baby steps like having conversations (in English! and non-drunk! and with non-Marines!) with guys. Eventually, I'll move up to flirting or add in a degree of intellectual stimulation (apparently braininess is sexy...wouldn't think so in Japan). Ultimately, my goal is utilize my witty banter to...I'm not sure what, yet, but I'm hoping that it'll come to me by the time my conversational skills have gotten back to their pre-Japan level. Or maybe I should just try speed-dating, where you only need a single 5-minute schpeel to use on all your dates. Infortunately, the categories match 20-30 year old women with 25-40 year old men. 40 to my 23 is just plain nasty (though Katie and Tom may disagree), and I may be delusional, but I even find 25 slightly old...in my mind, I'm still a just-graduated college kid. Maybe I just like 'em young!

Tomorrow is Mother's Day. Which means that I've been a madwoman in the kitchen. (Oh I also got a classy Mother's Day gift: mylar balloons plastered with Tweety bird saying "I Love Mom"--courtesy of the grocery store). Have requests for sugar-free treats from my diabetic grandmother, so I made a blueberry crumb coffee cake and a tiramisu(minus the cake-y bit). I love having a large, spacious oven. (And I also love having a clothes dryer--fabric softener sheets are perhaps the best invention ever!) Alas, on a whim, I have put myself on the South Beach Diet, and in Phase 1, it's strictly no carbs. So I can't partake in my fresh-baked goodies, which really takes all the fun out of baking. Anyhow, seeing as sitting here typing and eyeing the coffee cake is testing the limits of my (minimal) self-control, I am off to my bedroom to call it a night.