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this week i made a new friend in my criminology class. she's very talkative, i like chatting with her before class starts. the day we started talking we walked all the way down the stairs to the first floor together after class discussing the paper i'm going to write on the issue of legalization of marijuana. i like people like that who can just look at you and smile and spark up a conversation, no matter who you are or what you're wearing or what you look like.
in other news...got a B- on my Beowulf paper, plus a whole typewritten page full of suggestions on how I could make it and my next paper better for a better grade from Dr. Rabin himself. i appreciate when professors take the time to actually look at your shit and help you figure out what needs to be worked on. i was having trouble getting my point across in an accurate manner and i dont think i'll have that same problem with the next paper I write. had an italian exam AND a forensic exam this week. i dont know how I did on either of them. Italian is getting harder every day...i thought i had an ability for languages but maybe that was just spanish...im tired of spanish though, i want to go to Italy one day and speak to the Italians like I've lived there all my life.
yesterday Patience and I went out to eat at Third Avenue Cafe after class was over. we sat outside at a table underneath a big pretty tree...i took a picture with my phone but when i tried to email it to myself it said it was too big to send. then we parked my car at my apartment and walked down to Bridgett and Seth's new place, hoping they were home so we could ask them to go to Ermin's with us, since it's right across the street. they werent there though, so we came back to my place and Patience helped me re-dye my hair. it stayed in better this time, it's sooo black and shiny and pretty, I love it. i'm glad i finally did this. i've loved being a brunette all my life but recently black hair has been catching my eye everywhere I go because it's so beautiful. honestly, the only person I know with naturally jet black hair is Paul.
tonight is nonny's birthday and we're going out to eat at carrabba's. im getting so fucking fat that i feel like a glutton every time i eat, even if its a subway sandwich. its a miserable feeling, hating my body. i dont hate myself per se, just the body I'm in. i know i could look better. it hurts to even think about it, all the years i've tried to spend losing weight and coming so close yet not quite where i want to be. i'm way over my limit of how much I should let myself go. some people would argue that i look fine, and i appreciate their enthusiasm, but i know inside myself that i could look a lot fucking better if i could fucking control myself. oh well...maybe there's something at Carrabbas that doesn't have mounds of lard and grease and butter in it.
i only have one thing to say about last weekend...FUCK LRSfest. i'm not going back.