Well, transfer orientation was today and it wasn’t as lame as I thought it would be. I’ve been to freshman orientation before and it was HORRID. I mean, they make you play stupid games and try to sell you on greek life. Not my idea of useful information. But luckily this one had the atmosphere of “we’ve done this shit before, let’s get it done in a few hours and get on with it.”
But really, since it’s a private university there’s limited spaces in every class…and everyone had to wait to register at 2:00, and not 1 second before, so it was seriously like waiting in line to get really good concert tickets. It was hilarious. I had prepared to fight for a seat (of 3 remaining) for the 1 class I’m taking, but it turns out…no one else was really prepared. It went like this:
2:00, the lady yells “OK, login and GO!” pretty much, and then I sign up for my class–annnd done. Everyone else in the room: “OMG I have a hold on my account!” or “NOOOO it won’t let me log in” or: “I don’t remember my password!”
It was funny. I thought so, anyway.
But yeah…school. I’m taking a concepts of fitness & health course. It’s half lecture on nutrition (geez, like I don’t know anything about nutrition), and half exercise. A few years ago I would’ve avoided this class like the plague, because working out in front of other students = torture. But now, whatever. I want an A.
I have discovered that lately I have been spending too much time in Forever 21. Why? Because it’s cheap, the clothes are cute, and I like things. Lots of frilly, unnecessary, pretty things.
I have realized that every single time I go in there, I am wearing something that I bought there previously. For some reason I find this incredibly embarrassing. Even though the store is so vast and loud and complicated (I mean, seriously, I see cute outfits on the mannequins and can. never. find. ANYTHING. they’re. wearing.) and it’s usually insanely crowded with annoying people, I just love it. I love that panic-attack-inducing store.
Since I haven’t posted a picture in a while, because I feel gross and bloaty and really gross, here’s at least a cute dress I got the other day.
And the bracelet came from F21. Umm…and the ring, too. I really need to stay away from there before people start asking me if I work there.
Speaking of…I need a job. One that doesn’t make me want to drive my car off the top layer of the parking deck. Huh.
I’ve been watching a lot of MTV. Specifically, shows on MTV about really young chicks popping out kids. Why? I have no idea. I hate kids. Wait, back that up. I hate the thought of having my own. So there.
But anyway, I was watching this True Life about young moms having twins, and then one of them did something that made my jaw drop.
She said she had a craving. For chalk. See, I thought she said “chocolate” and I was all like, Hey, we’re women, we ALL crave chocolate! I’m having some right now! But then she opens a bedside drawer and produces a fresh box of delicious(?) Crayola chalk. And eats it like it’s a peppermint.
Pregnant people crave chalk? And it doesn’t poison you? This just goes to show you that I know nothing about life, and kids, and growing up, and the weird ways that your body can make you do really fucked-up stuff. This just disturbs me on a weird level. I know, it’s like a deficiency where you crave weird shit like dirt…but…still. Chalk.
I’ve decided that I’m still learning. You would think that 2 years post-RNY, I would know my limits, know every little thing that would set me off or make me want to hurl or lie down or burst into epileptic sweat sessions. But no. I have decided that I will never know better. My little brain will always be plotting against me.
Why is that, you ask? Well. Sometimes I can eat a few spoonfuls of ice cream and just be peachy-keen. Then, like today for instance, I will eat something called a “flying disc” which is nothing more than cinnamon, dough, and sugar, and I will be sick. 50/50, my stomach is a rebellious teenager that either will or won’t cooperate.
And all that “I’m a perfect patient, I’ll NEVER touch sugar again, by God!” is a bunch of bull. Everyone wants to be normal again. I know it’s all moderation. But I’m still learning. As a result, I feel like crap today. Ohhh to be one of those people that learns from their mistakes. What’s that like?
Well, all I am sure of is that school is starting soon…I’m getting to that point in my college career that I need to declare a major, and, you know, stickwith it. Heh. SO. I’m going to be a librarian! Why not? I read more books in a couple of months than do most people in their lifetime. (Ok, this is probably not true, but I live in AL so it’s not ENTIRELY out of the range of possibility.)
So what this means…is I can essentially get any undergrad degree I want. Then go to grad school. So I guess English. My only problem with that is that…well. I hate English professors. I really do. It’s either “their way or the highway” and they all are so ego maniacal in their teachings…that if you’re not necessarily wrong, just because you don’t write like THEY do, you’re fucked. Huh. I need to overcome this.
But I am kind of looking forward to school this year, because I’m going to a private school that is the best in the city…I am SO over state schools. Even though this one will probably send me into spirals of debt, whatever. It’s better than the other schools. Pretty campus. Better (ie not-so-bitter-inner-city) professors. Better curriculum. I’m looking forward to it.
For some reason, every weekend since the 4th of this month, some idiot around me has decided that they will shoot off fireworks every weekend.
Pop, pop, pop. It drives me insane, it makes my dog bark and puke because holy shit the sky is falling! Seriously. What makes people think this is OK? Two or three days a year is more than enough to set things on fire and make them go boom.
Maybe I’m a bitch. But I hate fireworks. Even sparklers scare the crap out of me. And really, July is almost over! The fireworks places are closed. So how many of my idiot neighbors have this shit stockpiled in their basements? Jeez.
Maybe one day soon I’ll make a post about things I like, instead of things that annoy me. I’d hate to think that I’m so bitter that I really hate everything (except high fructose corn syrup, of course). Hmm.
Sooo I was able to tear myself away from my stack of Sookie Stackhouse novels just long enough to update this thing.
But, seriously, those books are totally addictive and fun to read. It kind of ruins some characters on the show, though. (ugh, Bill. Really. What an ass he is.)
I’m thinking about doing that stupid “shrink your pouch/test it/whatever” diet that people do when they “bounce back” like 20 pounds. Uh huh. It’s bad when you look at pictures of yourself from like 6 months ago and are jealous. Of yourself. But I totally am. None of those clothes fit anymore…I’m having to dip into my “I had to wear these with a belt!” clothes, only…there are no belts involved anymore. In fact, we’ve entered back into Scary Muffintop Territory.
So I’m desperate, again. Crazy pouch-shrink-diet. I think it might cause me to murder someone (I mean, the first few days are liquids. Ohhh that will be tough.). But I really want to fit back into those freaking skinny pants.
I’m ready for summer to be over. For it to stop being like 100 degrees with no a/c in my car, which = nowhere to go. For all the snobby/annoying rich kids around here to go back to school and stop hogging all the seats in the coffee shop/swarming the mall like bees/driving like fuckwads on their phones and making me angry.
I am SO ready for hoodie weather.
It’s just one of those days…for frozen yogurt. Ben & Jerrys Chocolate Fudge Brownie FroYo, to be exact. Shit happens. I am a true fat girl, because I can justify any “bad food” choice, any time. I need this because ___.So, because I have nothing better to do and Tuesdays are bad tv days, here’s my list.
Why Griffin needed to buy that Damn Ben & Jerry’s FroYo:
- It’s a bazillion degrees outside and my car’s a/c is busted
- I had a crappy therapy appointment, therefore, ice cream should naturally be involved in the post-therapy ruminations
- I was at Wal-Mart. come on. land of junk.
- It’s That Time of the Month, where women want need chocolate
- my neighbors just sold their house. their house, is attached to mine. It’s a duplex. Sooo who knows what kind of crazy people/snobs/weirdos with brats just bought it and will take my parking and/or want to talk to me in general. Stress!
- It’s hot. Did I mention that it’s hot?
- Gas prices. (Really, they’re not that bad, but I just felt like saying it)
- I’m gonna have to wait 2 weeks to see a new episode of True Blood
- Because really, I just wanted some fucking ice cream.
So that’s the list. I’m sure there’s more. But it’s Ben & Jerry’s, it really needs its own post.