not too much has changed

When my brothers and I were kids, all of us would always get presents when it was somebody's birthday. Of course, the birthday boy/girl would get more/better presents, but everybody always got something so we wouldn't feel left out.

My brothers graduated this last Wednesday (congrats to them! yippee!), and while I couldn't be there because of school and all that nonsense, I was not forgotten. I'm sure my bros got some lovely graduation gifts, but I got a souvenir from the parents' trip to SF too.

Mine is in tan and prettier.

Now, in all fairness, I did return all 3 of those pairs of shoes my mom got me for my birthday. So I will consider this a late birthday present. Yup, no guilt at all! =D

fatty no more

OK. I will let you all in on a little secret of mine.


I actually don't eat that much. Anymore.

Not too long ago I used to be an incredible fatty and could out-eat a fair amount of friends, including boys. But sad to say I've lost my steam. I can feel my metabolism slowing down on me and I just can't bring myself to scarf down an entire entree when eating out now (plus appetizers, plus desserts...). I'm starting to see the consequences in my face and feel it in my stomach.

I've always been "the skinny one" and could pride myself in eating whatever I wanted without getting fatter. I don't think that quite works anymore though. This is very sad, as I am still a huge fatty at heart, but I have grown to like being "the skinny one" and the superficial girl in me (is that an oxymoron?) wants to keep being nearly-borderline-disgustingly skinny. Now, if you know me at all, you know that I am WAY too lazy to exercise, so not eating as much is pretty much my only option.

With that said, these last few weeks I have been eating even less than my less-than-usual. My face is noticeably skinnier than it was a month ago (it's the first part of me to show any weight gain/loss. Boo.). I think I've lost around 3-4 pounds. Maybe for the next few weeks I'll let myself indulge a bit and get back to my normal weight.

But that's still not heavy enough for me to be able to give blood.

follow up

so it's wednesday night. we broke up on sunday. I know we've gone longer than this without talking when we were still together, but it is so weird to not hear from him.

I knew this definitely wasn't going to be easy, but I didn't think I'd cave so quickly. it's not just getting used to not having a boyfriend anymore, I'm finding it really hard to think of him as just a friend now. I still want to call him before I go to bed to say goodnight. when I'm making plans I wonder if he wants to come too. I can't get out of this mindset and it's aggravating to say the least.

we were so good on sunday. we were in such a good, understanding place. but each time I answer someone and say "yea, I'm doing fine. we're both ok" it feels more and more like a lie.

I'm already starting to wonder if I/we made a mistake. well, actually I've been wondering that since sunday. but I'm probably just not giving it enough time. 3 days is too soon to tell and I'm just hitting my first rough patch. we'll see how things go.

it took a break-up

for me to know that he really did/does love me.




but it's better this way.

I think.

orgasmic

hottest thing I've seen in my life. rihanna just exudes sex. I can't believe she's only 20.




uuuuuuuuugh. I want to have his babies.

and then I found a dollar!

While making my way to aisle 4 at work today to continue my price-changing project at the moment (everything's going up by 4%), I stumbled across a crumpled up $1 bill! I've never found money before in my life, so while this was only a dollar, I was very excited. I wasn't quite sure what to do with it (am I allowed to keep it?), but I certainly wasn't going to let someone else pick it up so I put it in my pocket. I told my coworker excitedly that I found a dollar, and he suggested that I get a


seeing as how I was lucky enough to find some money. I gave it a little note of encouragement.

The mega millions jackpot is currently at $116 million. It's hard to imagine what I could ever possibly do with that much money, but for starters I would:

• buy a house
• buy my mom a new house since she hates ours. and a new car too because she's currently driving a 2000 accord.
  
• buy my coworker a tsx since he suggested I get the lottery ticket
• get a puppy
  
• pay off the deli's debt so we can close it up and be rid of the thing
• give each of my friends $100,000
• donate $1 million to a few charities. not entirely sure which, but unicef and the american cancer society for starters. maybe something for UW... but not the business school because they're mean to me.
• give half of whatever's left after that to my parents. stick the other half in the bank and live off the interest. yay!

(oh, and a shopping spree should be a given for the absolute first thing I would do.)

if you have 15 minutes to kill

watch this youtube dance battle between the step up 2 people and miley cyrus. it's actually really good stuff.

it's getting serious now

This really frightens me. I never thought I was one to get scared about graduating and the future, but seeing a final date is freaking me out. As much as I hate school, the idea of not being there anymore is pretty unsettling. It's such a nice safety blanket. You can do whatever you want because you're still just a student. Well... not for long.

I'm getting a bit ahead of myself though. March 2009. Imagine if I was actually graduating in a few weeks (which, my mom is so kind to remind me of, I should be if I had stuck to the plan). I have a lot of mom-related school issues atm, but let's not get into that today.

If this shirt wasn't so ugly I'd wear it.

warholier than thou

It's Pete Wentz's (Ashlee Simpson's possible baby daddy) line of stuff at Nordstrom. What's with every celebrity thinking that they are fashion designers nowadays? I don't get it.