Ahem

I'm feeling the need to blog, but I don't have a specific topic (or even theme) in mind. Therefore: a list.

• My friend and her mom are coming in town today, which forced me to do the spring cleaning that my apartment so desperately needed. Beware, dear reader: You might not think you're living in filth when, in actuality, your dust bunnies are more on par with elephants. Check under furniture with caution and something sturdier than a broom.
• The cleaning (followed by more cleaning) left me no time for personal maintenance. My fingernails are still bare! The horror!
• American Idol isn't really worth it anymore. If I hear one more "it was a little pitchy in spots for me, man" or "your vocal skills really are phenomenal" or "I just didn't get it," I may chuck a dust elephant at the screen. And then whine because my TV is cracked and I can't see David Archuleta sing.
• I really like the new shirt I'm wearing today.
• You know what TV show is worth it? Celebrity Apprentice. Yes, you read that correctly. Trace Adkins is my new hero. That crooked half-smile and ubiquitous cowboy hat get me every time. Not to mention The Voice.
• I'm in the midst of reading World War Z. As one reviewer said, the author "commits to detail in a way that makes his nightmare world creepily plausible..." What more could a girl ask for in a zombie thriller?
• I just replaced my antiquated (and severely limited in hindsight) Razr with a BlackBerry Curve on Wednesday. No major complaints after the 36 hours I've had it in my possession. Though if you have large fingers, compromised vision, or an extremely limited grasp of technology, stick with your Razr. Trust.
• My birthday is in less than two weeks, followed by a surprise birthday celebration that weekend. Surprise in that I know it's happening, I just don't know what the plans are.
• And THEN! How I Met Your Mother returns on St. Patrick's Day. What better reason is there to drink green beer?
• I'm going to a wedding in Columbia, Mo., next weekend. The city of my alma mater's arch rival. I'm sure my skin will be crawling for the duration. Oh, and I don't have an outfit picked out yet. It's March - you can't plan ahead for those ides. It could be 31 and snowing or 75 with a tornado warning. Never can tell.

Five o'clock is rapidly approaching. I need to beat a hasty retreat outta here. Tune in again next week.