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WHAT THE HECK–so I am majorly regretting not going to Warped Tour 2008 (last year)!

They had Anberlin, Katy Perry, Does it Offend You Yeah, Motion City Soundtrack, Story of the Year, and Cobra Starship!

This year, the only band I actually care about is 3OH!3. Maybe All Time Low. Meh… Tickets are pretty cheap, only like $30ish (considering that Beyonce, Britney, andKaty Perry this year were like in the $100-200s). Mlehhhh….

Work was fun today! I love my office.

Might make a blogspot account just so I can follow people’s blogs…

…whatever. It shall remain an eternal mystery.

So I just found out today, right before dropping off the BF, that I have a 10 page paper due tomorrow…and I haven’t started. Fan-fucking tastic.

Agenda:

Now: get ready to go to SAS
5-6pm:  fucking SAS
6pm-8:10ish: workworkwork, stats and then paper
8:15-9ish: sushi for S’s birthday
9pm-6am: workworkwork. fucking. paper.

gahhhhh ALL NIGHTER!

Went to Stats class. Miraculously stayed awake. Came back. Attempted to clean dirty dishes using laundry detergent and/or Clorox wipes. Went to interview Dr. Gross for award nomination. Went to Rite Aid and bought dish soap, mascara ($8! Stupid economy), waxing strips, and instant pad thai. Heated up last night’s Chinese food. Watched 90210 and The Office.

Highlights of the week: Finally finishing the last of my midterms, realizing my jeans are getting looser (excuse to buy a cute belt!), getting the internship offer from CMH, celebrating said employment by gorging on Chinese takeout (complete with PMT, yummy) while watching amazing Grey’s Anatomy episode, and finally getting around to cleaning my room.

Now if only I could get started on my loads and LOADS of dirty laundry…

-So I’ve randomly invested in a box of Total cereal after seeing on C’s list of Iron-Packed foods that one ounce of the stuff contains 100% of your daily values recommended for iron! It kind of tastes like vitamin and mineral-infused cardboard, though. Oh well. At 7am, anything tastes good.

-I’m pretty much playing the waiting game for CMH’s office to call me and let me know about the status of my job application. Although I’ve heard many employers simply don’t call…Hm. She said she’d be ‘letting me know’ by the end of April. Which leaves today, April 29th, and tomorrow, April 30th. I’m assuming she will be calling me today, just for consistency’s sake. PLEASE CALL! DON’T LEAVE ME HANGING! PLEASE HIRE ME!

-On a happier and less anxious note, I got a 97% on my Statistics midterm! I knew I had done well but this was spectacular. And I discovered that I’ve never done this well on any midterm…with the exception of a 150% on the TCS midterm.  But this is Statistics. The class where I struggled to maintain a C all year senior year. The class where I didn’t learn shit and instead made friendships (and relationships…hehe).

-Tomorrow is my IR midterm. Which I need to study for. If only I could finish this stupid Stats homework.

-As of late, the weather has been kind of stupid in Davis. It’s been very cold this week. And two weeks prior, it was disgustingly hot. VERY bipolar weather.

I want these:

Probably getting this in black or navy.

And ever since I saw Blair Waldorf on Gossip Girl wearing that adorable navy romper with red tights, I’ve been OBSESSED with buying myself a romper.

I like it! Except I wouldn't want to get it in black.

AHHHH CUTE! And it's 100% cotton. Mmmm. I want to order this, except I've had issues with proportions in terms of jumpsuits.

It actually looks pretty cute on the model. Unfortunately, I tried this on at the F21 store, and the proportions didn't fit right. It looked HUGE on my torso

…to be continued.

I always found myself super-confused at how many Monta Vista girls could go out to Chipotle 2-3 times a week and still maintain the figures necessary to fit into the clothes at abercrombie kids. Ridiculous! Many of them barely weigh in at 100 pounds. Unless they vomit all their food out later, I don’t get it.

I myself have to work out 3 times a week and restrain myself from eating pizzas galore just to keep my giant belly at bay.

So if I continue the rest of this week burning 500+ calories a day, I think I should be on track to not looking like a fatass when I arrive at Davis.

Nobody understands my need to lose weight. When I explain that I’m out of shape, I just sound really pretentious and messed up. Goddamnit.

Anyways, I’m just itching to leave this place.

It’s cooled off. Good thing it has, because this long-distance shit was fucking with my head.

Of course, the occasional daydream pops into my head that when I become skinny, we’ll reunite and have a hot hookup.

Which I don’t doubt happening (the hook up part, not the skinny part).

But for now, we’ve cooled off. We’re better friends than before, but none of this relationship bullshit. And that’s the way I want it.

It’s still not back to the point where I can tell him if I hooked up with someone else–I don’t have it in me to break it to him like that.

And I still can’t figure out whether or not he actually liked me. Judging from his actions, it could be either way. I would ask DN, but 1) she has her internship and 2) she tells CGF/MF everything–like EVERYTHING, so I doubt it would be a smart idea to tell her.

Whatever, fuck this shit. I’m ready to fucking live life and be young.

Okay.

Honestly, I don’t see why Friendiot is being so condescending.

He told me that Metal Fan (other friend) is going to ask me to prom. And he’s being a total jerk about it. He says that he’s going to laugh at me because apparently Metal Fan is the cheapest guy ever.

Seriously, who the fuck cares?

I have no expectations whatsoever for prom, except to have a good time with a chill friend. I’m not expecting him to roll out a red carpet or present me with diamonds. Really now.

And while we’re on that topic, Friendiot talks about how he’s going to ask some bombshell girl to prom, and how he’s going to bring an HD camcorder and be the most bomb ass date ever.

Alright, man. So where’s your date? I didn’t see her for Junior Prom, Winterball, or any of the dances you’ve talked about. 

I don’t see the girls you  party with every weekend, and if you’re so god damn popular, where the fuck are your cronies? Hm?

I’ve silently dealt with the fact that you are a pathological/compulsive liar. I’ve accepted it. I’ve defended you to all the people who have told me, “Oh, *****, he’s so fucked up. He just lies and makes up BS all the time”. I’ve told people, “Okay, so he lies a lot. Everyone has flaws. But he’s actually a really nice and cool guy.”

And then I have to deal with you being a jerk for no fucking reason. Seriously, grow the fuck up. You act like you’re the great

I think I feel senioritis coming on. Like a hurricane.

Yesterday, I came home at around 3:30 and didn’t start my homework until 7:00. Why? Well, I put my homework in front of me, but then I suddenly remembered that I had written my interview information in my Physio notes. I then went and transferred the info into my planner. And then I started writing down random event dates into my planner. And then I went off on a bunch of other tangents and came back to my homework at 7:00.

On a less unfocused note, I’ve been routinely taking the Feosol like I’m supposed to. I realized that I should get back on it when I felt immensely depressed at VBT and decided to sit alone underneath the stairwell rather than going back to my teammates and telling them I had dropped my 6th round.

Of course, they found out anyways since they knew my opponent. But I couldn’t bear the humiliation. And so I just sat outside for around an hour or two. Alone. I watched Grey’s Anatomy to escape the lameness of my own life. And when I went back, triple octafinals had been announced, so they were all swept up in that madness and too busy to ask me about my round. Of course, I got a few demands as to where I had been, but I just fibbed that I was talking to my dad on the phone.

Anyways, onto less depressing topics…

I’ve achieved the first step of plan A to snag McMystery (hey, I watch Grey’s Anatomy. It’s a given that I McName my McLife). I don’t know what it is, but it’s just being with him that makes me really happy. I don’t want this to sound creepy or anything, but when he looks at me, I just feel relaxed and happy. His eyes reflect solidarity. And his smile is really beautiful, too. But I’m worried because I have this really small feeling that someone else may be competing with me for him too. And I don’t want this to be a repeat of last year.

On top of that, I don’t want to have to resort to certain options for certain events. I’m being intentionally vague because I’m expecting to make this site open to my friends some time in the future, and I don’t want any drama to arise from past writings.

Today we were discussing cereals, and when I suggested “Lucky Charms” he said “Ew…no.”

That’s one difference between us. He’s the kind of guy who doesn’t like food too sweet. He likes it just in the middle. He’s not a fan of cupcakes or sugary things (hence why he must be in such good shape). 

He’s good at math. Scratch that, he’s brilliant at math. He’s brilliant at academia in general.

I know, I know. He’s terribly different from me. He likes a happy medium (Honey Bunches of Oats), and I like everything under the sun. He is somewhat reserved, I’m…out there. He’s brilliant at academia, I am only a few points shy of getting a sub-sub-sub-sub par GPA.

But it’s the mystery that attracts me. It’s the fact that we just broke off in sophomore year. It’s like unfinished business that I’ve always wanted to continue.

Dear McMystery,

Forgive me for the negligence in our friendship in sophomore year. I just want you to know that you are cool. You’re cool in my eyes. And I want to finish where we left off.

Pick me. Choose me. Like me.

-the Awkward Girl.

Anyways, onto the business of New Years’ Resolutions.

I made a resolution to go jogging everyday, but thanks to the stupid rain and horrible weather, I’ve been failing to do so. And as a result, my beer belly has been the star of the show. Crap. I need to get padre to take me to the gym sometime.

Once I get my CPR/First Aid certification (end of this month) and license (end of Feb) I’m going to apply to be a lifeguard or swim instructor at the YMCA. Why?

1) I feel really bad about debate expenses. I plan to do more debate this semester, so I’m going to pay off debate expenses with my salary.

2) YMCA employees get to use the facilities…meaning I can work out more.

3) I get to wear a cute red swimsuit and run around like I’m on BayWatch…not. haha.

4) Cute kids!

5) Exercise in the water! yay.