Oh Noes

After a certain weather phenomenon (also known as nonexistent thunderstorm - hello, it didn't even rain and I only heard the thunder once) broke down all of our Internet equipment, the connection is working again. Nice.

It's raining, and I should take the dog out. Boo. Not fun. I had to cycle to work yesterday with my mountain bike. Must have looked pretty dumb. And it's surprisingly hard to cycle with my Shimano pedals (to be used with special cycling shoes only) with ordinary shoes. And it rained, so I was pretty soaked. Or more like, my hair and legs were soaked, since my coat is supposedly water-proof.

I'm living this week alone, which means - dieting. Otherwise I'd end up snacking or something, and gaining weight. Geh. The diet food tastes like sh*t, but last time I actually got rid of some weight. Nice. And that was only for 2 days. This time I'm in it for a week. That is, if I won't stop for some unknown reason before that. Which is very likely. Boo. And a good thing is that I'm spending now about 3 hours per day running with this dog, which ought to burn some more energy.

This is the point where people like my doctor would say that I shouldn't lose any weight, since I'm underweight on her scale, but she happens to think that the Body Mass Index range for normal weight is 20-25. Hello-o, it's 18.5-24. I wouldn't be surprised if the doctors started to comfort-size the Body Mass Index scales just like clothes. Boo.

Also, I should practise cycling - a part of my must-get-into-a-certain-college-plan. My chances of getting in would be greatly increased if I win the nationals - in about 1.5 months. Yay. Not. knowing that the competition site has this nice little hill with a height difference of 200 meters isn't that nice.

I have an Extended Essay meeting on Friday - I should maybe write something about the M. leidyi. Not fun. I got this way cool scientific article from my supervisor, but it's pretty horrible to read. I've never seen that many scientific terms (or any words in general) stuffed into 6 sheets of paper. Not fun.

I'll go shopping now, just to get my mind away from the dumb little jellyfish and dieting.