This is horrifying, yet not entirely surprising.

Why do I sneeze in the sun? Nobody really knows.

Remind me not to post about my desire for home improvement anymore. I just spent half an hour putting back up a shelf full of cookbooks that fell down, directly onto the litterbox (thank all the deities that the cat wasn't in there at the time, or she'd never use it again).

Let this be a lesson to always, always use drywall anchors when you put up shelves.

Poop. I was supposed to go help paint the Ontarion office today, but woke up feeling like crap for some reason, so my home improvement jones remains unsatisfied (I'd paint the apartment, but I want the landlord to come fix our leaky window frames first).

Some twentysomething women get the irresistible urge to reproduce. I get the irresistible urge to buy a house and fix it up. I'd be a demon with the drywall and paint and tile and light fixtures, if only I owned this place... (and yes, I do know how to do at least most minor home repairs. I worked construction for an all-too-brief period.)

Thanks to Jer, who has explicitly stated the rules of No Pants Day at his blog. Now we will be confusion-free on the big day.

Personally, I'm planning to wear my tie-dyed boxer briefs. Yes, they're men's undies, but they make ladies' asses look good.

Because no day is complete without a little weirdness, here's some authentic British news for you.

Gordon Ramsay, a celebrity chef, is incredibly chauvinistic.

Apparently, posh girls aren't better in bed after all.

Lots of British girls are bisexual.

And finally, wearing old t-shirts to bed is not sexy. Who knew?

Jer's got me thinking. What are we going to do for No Pants Day? Specifically, what will the penis-endowed among us be wearing? I mean, us chicks can cop out and wear a skirt, which is my personal plan, but are we defining pants as anything with a separation of the legs (ruling out boxers et al), or strictly long pants? Me, I'm going for the first definition. Just because I'd like to see everyone in kilts.

Mmmm, kilts.

Yay! Someone else loves me!

My thesis presentation went very well... as usual, I thought I was babbling, but I was complimented afterward on my talk, and my advisor wants to try to replicate my experiment, which is a very, very big compliment considering he's never done any work in this particular area before.

This summer, I will be working at Alumni House as usual, playing girl detective tracking down alumni who dare to move without leaving us their forwarding address. I'll also be intermittently delivering the Ontarion, foremost news source of the city, and attempting to get more use out of my various kitchen gadgets.

As for the swallow's velocity, everyone knows that depends on whether it's an African or European swallow.

For those who don't know, I just got back from a trip to Ithaca, NY, to visit Cornell's law school. I loved it, and if Cornell decides not to let me in, I will be very unhappy. Ithaca is just heart-stoppingly beautiful, as is the Cornell campus.



Just up and to the left of the bridge in the picture is the law school. No, that picture doesn't do it justice.

It's the hilliest place I've ever been, and living there would kick thirty pounds of lard off my ass in short order, especially considering that the only fast food in town is way up on the north side fifteen minutes from anywhere else. I love a town that keeps the chain stores on the fringes where they belong.

Cornell's law school is extremely well-equipped, the students are relaxed and friendly, and after my first year I could have the opportunity to work in a legal aid clinic run by the school and actually represent clients in court. There's an abundance of rental housing in town, all of it well-maintained, close to campus, and pet-friendly. The downtown area is partly blocked off for pedestrians, and Ithaca has more independent bookstores per capita than anywhere else in North America. Did I mention it's amazingly beautiful? Plus, there's the whole snob appeal of the Ivy League thing.

I really, really hope they let me in.

To answer Aaron's question, I don't post more often because this blog is technically supposed to be about my London trip and I'm not there yet, and also because I'm a lazy bitch with not much to write about. My life is not terribly exciting to anyone not living it, and generally not terribly exciting to me, either. Hopefully that will change soon.

So.

Ask me 1-3 questions in the 'Box. Ask me anything you want and I will answer truthfully (though I won't write essays so keep them somewhat simple). Then, go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything.

Jer's idea, and a good one.

I knew this would happen someday.

The University cancelled my parking ticket on a technicality! I am a lawyerly goddess and I've never even been to law school.

I wonder if I can put this on my application?

Last night I went to a dinner for the London Semester participants. It was fun. Lots of cool people were there. The food was good. Unfortunately, there wasn't any news about housing or anything.

So, people should come over tonight in order to celebrate the completion of the semester. We have booze but if you want lots you should probably bring more.