good times, good times

Jolene is sort of in town for work. i say sort of because she's in irvine, so i've been doing a lot of driving the past few days. totally worth it of course =)

we're going dancing tonight, and she's leaving tomorrow at 2 or something. and K and i are going dancing tomorrow night. our goal is to actually try and talk to someone (usually we just talk to each other and don't give anyone the time of day) because our new thing is to be social. we're very antisocial when we're hanging around each other. oh well.

tomorrow is the superbowl, and for the first time i have no plans. i'm not interested in the patriots or the giants, and i'm more interested in studying for the GMAT. so i think i'm going to have it on in the background while i study all day. i cleaned my apt this morning (it's not too bad so it didn't take me very long) so i'm basically free the whole weekend to do other things. i suppose i'll have to go grocery shopping at some point, but that's easy.

i'm starting to wake up at 5:15/ 5:30. i like it. this morning was no different. so what did i do? i washed Simba. it's nice to have a dog who just doesn't smell, but it was time for his bath. it was hilarious. i usually leave the door open when i take a shower since i don't like it getting steamy. so Simba's seen my routine - turn on the water, then turn on the shower a few seconds later, take a shower, done. today i turned on the water, and let it run. i just looked at him, cause i knew he was not going to like the idea of a bath, and he KNEW right away. it was hilarious. he looked at me, looked at the showerhead, looked at the water, looked at the showerhead, and look at me again. he knew something was different. i took a step towards him and he cowered (poor thing); ears back, tail tucked under, and dropped to the floor. i picked him up, and he just became a dead weight, trying to avoid the inevitable. he's not a small dog, 55 lbs, so it was no small feat when he made himself a dead weight. hilarious! my hand happened to be on his chest when i picked him up, and i could feel his heart THUMPING so loud. poor kid. it just got faster as we approached the bathtub. awww. he was shaking and freaking out, but he relaxed as he got a massage with mint shampoo. haha. he's cute. he knows what "shake" means, so he waits until i tell him. i hold the shower curtain closed and tell him to shake so nothing (including me) gets wet too badly. very smart and cute dog. i used coconut conditioner on him, dried him off, and brushed 3 sweaters worth of fur out of him. very clean and nice smelling puppy =)

then i just vacuumed (i have no idea how to spell that) and did a little cleaning. i love mornings.