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ho hum. when i finally get to the end of this dreadful week (ie, friday--my favorite day of the week/the last day of classes/Rutgers fest/my birthday) i want a pill to forget all the shit i had to get through before i could celebrate turning twenty years old.
in addition to surviving, if i could manage to not undo all of last week's relative health streak that would be great too. but there probably shan't be time for the gym or much sleeping, and stress management seems implausible... all of which spells out disaster for The War on Chub. after such improvement! well, improvement, followed by the pure gluttony exhibited at the folk festival. jackie and i had that day planned out for a full year, after all: pulled pork sandwiches and kettle corn had to be the order of the day.
but to further sum up that day: 10-12: stood around in kitchen wearing folk festival t-shirt, making crappy coffee, drinking much of the crappy coffee, laughing from caffeine high
12-1ish: sitting in grass eating delicious-licious pulled pork sandwiches ohmygoodness yes, walking around, seeing people, ex: saying hello to a miserable emily at the information booth, purchasing a) novel that seems interesting, quirky? called "benny and shrimp", b) jillian michael's latest book "master your metabolism" (have i yet livejournal professed my love for biggest loser's jillian michaels?) for $3 total yayyy love cheap books
1-3ish: coming down from caffeine high, standing behind douglass project table wearing "i <3 science shirt" and watching as children and a few shameless adults play with fiddler crabs/try really hard to spot sea monkeys. i asked the question "you wanna hold a crab?" enough times that it almost didn't feel weird to say.
3ish to wheneverish: bored of crabs and children, laying in grass reading jillian michaels book, realizing cannot eat anything at rutgers that doesn't have preservatives and hormones and DIET SABOTAGE in it. scared for future.
basically rest of day until ~1am: hanging out with the crazy that is jude mcdude
well, i was allowing myself to write in here until my laundry's ready to be put in the dryer and that time has come. i really did not update this semester, man.
wonder how the updating will go in berlin....
25 days, man.
in addition to surviving, if i could manage to not undo all of last week's relative health streak that would be great too. but there probably shan't be time for the gym or much sleeping, and stress management seems implausible... all of which spells out disaster for The War on Chub. after such improvement! well, improvement, followed by the pure gluttony exhibited at the folk festival. jackie and i had that day planned out for a full year, after all: pulled pork sandwiches and kettle corn had to be the order of the day.
but to further sum up that day: 10-12: stood around in kitchen wearing folk festival t-shirt, making crappy coffee, drinking much of the crappy coffee, laughing from caffeine high
12-1ish: sitting in grass eating delicious-licious pulled pork sandwiches ohmygoodness yes, walking around, seeing people, ex: saying hello to a miserable emily at the information booth, purchasing a) novel that seems interesting, quirky? called "benny and shrimp", b) jillian michael's latest book "master your metabolism" (have i yet livejournal professed my love for biggest loser's jillian michaels?) for $3 total yayyy love cheap books
1-3ish: coming down from caffeine high, standing behind douglass project table wearing "i <3 science shirt" and watching as children and a few shameless adults play with fiddler crabs/try really hard to spot sea monkeys. i asked the question "you wanna hold a crab?" enough times that it almost didn't feel weird to say.
3ish to wheneverish: bored of crabs and children, laying in grass reading jillian michaels book, realizing cannot eat anything at rutgers that doesn't have preservatives and hormones and DIET SABOTAGE in it. scared for future.
basically rest of day until ~1am: hanging out with the crazy that is jude mcdude
well, i was allowing myself to write in here until my laundry's ready to be put in the dryer and that time has come. i really did not update this semester, man.
wonder how the updating will go in berlin....
25 days, man.