I, I bring the fiyah.

Goodgraciousme. Morgy was a human roadrunner today. *Beepbeep*

Most. productive. day. evar.

However, before I relate my escapades, I must update y'all on the unfortunate events of last night.
1) I didn't have my daily ice cream. >=I
(No time between work & competition. Grr.
Had to drink CIB instead. *shudder*)
2) We lost.

Seniors lost to Juniors. Oh, the humiliation.

HOWEVAH.
They still have another year of high school, whilst we get to trot off to college in a few months.
Nananananana. Pbbt.

Psh. I'm not a sore loser.
At all.
;]

Now, moving on to today!

Woke up TOO EARLY. GRARGH.

(*headdesk in effort to smush internal alarm clock.*
*fails, but acquires lovely purple bruise on forehead*)

And then I figured that I'd weigh in today, thereby avoiding ED's typical Friday tantrum.
Huh. Whaddayaknow? There IS brain knockin' around up there!

Well, the results are in....
Still 110.
(Aunt Flo came in this mornin', too, so I dunno if any of that is H2O weight. It makes me nervioso.)
Hmm...more foodie it is for Morgan!

Afterwards, boi was I HUNGRAY.
A problem easily solved, as you well know. =D

Apple toaster strudel, blueberry Activia with golden raspberries, and lavender chai tea.
Incoherency at its finest.

Lookit him, all golden and beauteous.
He could've been a raspberry model.
'Cept he walked a runway to my tummy. =]

Despues, I decided to tackle my book situation.
Throughout the day, I sorted through 7 boxes of books. Chucking some, storing others, and putting my favorites in mah new bookcase.
At around 10pm, my task was complete.

...And did I mention I alphabetized them, too?
No, I do not have OCD proble-AGH. THE BOOKS ON THE TOP SHELF ARE CROOKED.
Okay. Fixed.
Can breathe again.

Yeeps. Heavin' them books around builds up a manly appetite. Ergo:

Cashew buttah+boonana sammie, last of pita chip bag (NEVAH FEAR. I haz 'notha =D), and strawberry blended almond milk.

Mistah blender and I have been making sweet, frooty love, recently.
...Uh ohs. Kevin might get jealous. o.o

For your food porn viewing pleasure!
I quite liked the neat arrangement of boonana.

'Til this fellar tried to escape!
Get back in there, you.

Lunch was noshed quickly, since I had to run my car to the shop at noon.
Not a biggie. Just a teensy dent from when I..*ahem* backed into our garbage can.
I iz gud driver.
Turns out they can't just pop it out, since my gas tank's in the way. They'd have to deconstruct the back part of my car, and repaint the dented area.
Cost? 750$.

Erm. No thank you.

I love my baby, even if she is a little dinged up. =]

Since I had to walk home from the shop, and then back again, afternoon was kind of snack-y.
Numero uno:

Chokkie NuGo bar.

Must. finish. box.
They expire in April. *sniff*

Yumtummytum.
I'm sorry, but this pwns Lunabars.
By.far.

Latah, in betweenst walkin' treks, I wandered back to the days of my youth.
Numero dos:

Apple with dulce de leche.
Like Micky D's apple dippers.
BUT MORGANIFIED.
And, therefore, bettah.

Decided to add a little moozac to the rest of my afternoon. Practiced some of my new Chopin book (getting new sheet music is like Christmas for moi) until my fingers froze. Then went back upstairs to...you guessed it...sort moah books!
With my addiction, Pandora Radio, of course. ;]

Then, when Mum finally decided to grace the house with her presence, I cooked up sum goodness for the two of us.

Lemony pasta with broccoli, sundried tomatoes, and parmesan cheese.
That bowl is deeper than it looks...
I inhaled a truckload of this shtuff.
It was that.good.

Oh, and also polished off the rest of this bad boy.
So Kiki and Emily don't STEAL IT. >=I

Ahh. Straight outta tha carton is my favorite. Although I apologize for the lack of creative ice cream concoction, tonight. But I have a wunnerful one planned for tomorrah, so don't worry your perty little heads. =]

Mum and I watched "Trading Places" tonight, which stars Eddie Murphy. It's pretty amusing, if you don't mind a little boobage and some corniness.
Hey, it's an 80's movie! What do you expect?

Oh, and before I forget. A little birdie told me that Kiki won't be around until Sunday/Mondayish, since she's had a few issues come up and needs some time away from bloggin'.
But she'd like y'all to know that she isn't dead. Which is a relief, because we luff ya, Kiki!!

Oky. It is now officially tomorrah.
Or Saturday. Whatevah.
And Morgy needs her beauty rest, so she will leave you with this.

LET IT ROCK
LET IT ROCK
LET IT ROCK.