Friday night

I accepted my law school offer day before yesterday. :)
The admissions woman was so nice! She makes me feel like I would really enjoy attending this school. That’s irrational, I know, but still, little things like that definitely influence people’s overall perceptions. I’m still going to keep checking my application status to those other schools though. Just in case.

Mom and Dad have gone to Florida. They called us yesterday from Penn. They always have to rush whenever they drive anywhere because my father just has to get where ever they’re going as fast as humanly possible. It’s one of his most infamous traits, at least amongst Beth and I. They’re going to visit my aunt and uncle, and a few friends. They’ll definitely have a great time. I’m jealous. John, another gay friend of mine, a guy with whom I have a somewhat more complicated relationship (for another entry), is going to Florida for spring break. I, however, will stay here, and probably spend spring break in the lab frantically trying to get as much done on my thesis as I can before the conference in March. Gah, I have so much more to do, and I can’t get to the lab tomorrow because we’re going to have a snow storm. Or, ice storm, or something.

My sister bought a gym membership today. It only serves to remind me how long it’s been since I’ve been active. I think the last time I ran was… October. And I haven’t been to the gym since early last year. Blah. Thank god I’m skinny… but I’m definitely not as fit as I want to be. This is one of my qualities that I’m least satisfied with. My lack of physical activity. Or rather, my lack of ambition to do physical activity. I must admit that I am usually satisfied with my body, at least, when I look at myself in the mirror. If you get me to stand next to a bunch of muscular male athletes at school or something, then I’m less happy with my body. But if it’s just me and the mirror, I’m usually happy. I think this is both good and bad. Good because feeling good about your body usually has positive repercussions for how you act, your confidence level, the things you choose to do, and thus how you are perceived. It’s bad, however, because I know that I would rather be more fit, at least slightly more muscular, and if I was more unsatisfied with my current appearance, it might motivate me more strongly to pay a visit to the gym.

Anyway, snack time. Cereal, plus sci-fi short story anthology (when I probably should be reading that article on water economy in avian models, or reviewing gastropods for invert., or the circulatory system for a&p, or etc, etc, etc… but it’s Friday night, and since I dismissed the bar, I’m going to do something at least mildly fun).