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Today was a little slow, so I asked Rachel what to write on my blog. “You registered your car,” she said. As exciting as my new “01-04″ license plate sticker may be, it doesn’t warrant more than these here two sentences. Instead, here’s a monthly roundup of some of the more interesting search terms that led people to my site last month, as reported by my ISP. I’m probably perpetuating the “bag balm for humans” search by reporting it here.

terpidiots (6 searches)
sorority girls illinois (3 searches)
bag balm for humans (3 searches)
horse shampoo for women (2 searches)
evening dresses with rhinestones for church
bird flight v formation

I think we can see what makes the Internet go ’round. Or not.

The trouble with updating my blog every day, is that Champaign isn’t the most happening place in the midwest. Today our precious few inches of snow are quickly melting away, making me nostalgic for the sub-zero days of yesterweek. I say, if it’s going to be winter, 35 degrees is totally unacceptable. In other news, the Illinois Student Government passed an anti-war resolution yesterday, and now I feel old and cynical just for having mentioned it.

Is anyone else a little creeped out by the MSN butterfly guy? I guess he’s supposed to represent the smart, bespectacled software engineers at Microsoft who are developing technologies to protect our children, but he comes across as some sort of creepy internet stalker. Who wears a butterfly suit, honestly?

So as not to appear too crotchety, I will close with something a little more upbeat. Here’s a picture of a little baby penguin (awwww!).

Wedding planning is full of picking and choosing tiny little things. Right now, I’m working on wedding favors. The options are endless! We could do a “Spoonful of Kisses from the Mr. and Mrs.”, votive candles, daisy seeds… The list goes on and on. A tiny little favor that no one will remember, yet hours and hours of my brain power has been devoted to picking one out. Such is wedding planning. The current front runner is yellow and white m&m’s packaged in glassine envelopes.

I have a confession to make: Rachel and I have been watching Joe Millionaire. We even have our favorites picked out (Rachel: Zora, Me: It’s a secret). They’re both still in the running. At this point, I should ramble on about how insipid the show is and how it’s like watching a train wreck (just can’t turn away, yadda yadaa), but every other essay on reality television has already done that for me. The point is that I used to pride myself on never having watched so much as an episode of Survivor, and now I’ve been reduced to watching subtitled makeout scenes.

Perhaps as punishment, but more likely the result of my newfound taste for lunch, I’ve managed to gain five pounds over the last two weeks. For me, that’s a real accomplishment. I’m even using my webbed belt on a new setting.

Cat update: Lili is walking back and forth on my keyboard, rubbing on the corner of the screen and greatly infedfjh;dfgd; gresfdsjfl;p greatly interfering with my ability to type.

This morning my math professor, surely echoing some great philosopher before him, asked, do we invent theorems, or do we discover them? Discuss.

I’m making more of an effort to update my blog on a regular basis, pandering to our insatiable appetite for news and favoring quantity over quality. Hence, today’s update. If anyone would prefer that I return to a once-per-week schedule of cat updates, speak now.