je suis Claudia, champion of fitness
I am in the computer lab again, just killing time after a failed attempt to go buy lemon cake mix at Safeway. Everything turned out fine until I arrived at Safeway, looked in my backpack, and realized my wallet was missing. For some reason I had my driver's license and my social security card there, but not what I needed, my debit card. So after much rationalizing and deciding that I couldn't possibly have lost the wallet, I drove back home and yeah, my wallet was on my bed. Around this time I realized that I need to pay my rent by October 1st, and seeing how I only have $84 dollars to my name, decided to nix the "buying lemon cake mix" idea for the moment being (meaning, until I can coerce my parents to help me until my paycheck comes in.)
Sigh. At least last year I had money at this time. But well. That was then, this is now, and overall, I'm in a better situation, albeit moneywise.
I brought my french cd's to the lab but seem to have forgotten the interactive one. All I brought were the audio ones, which are incredibly boring. I can understand some of what the dialogue is, because it is so like Spanish, but it is not interesting. French people speak like they have hardcore phlegms. It kind of grosses me out.
In good news, I worked out for 38 minutes today, not counting the walk to and from the gym, which is a good 20 minutes.
In bad news, I came home and had the buttieriest, cheddariest grilled cheese sandwhich and some cheetos, along with a cookie. I also wanted to bake a lemon cake.
I am a true champion of fitness.
But well. Tomorrow I return to the mundane world of the gym. It makes me wish I had an mp3 player or something to make the time go by faster. Today they played the radio for a while and I decided that Fergie should stop singing, because she has no talent whatsoever.
I still want lemon cake and I still wish my Jacob was here.
That's about it, other than the fact that dirty laundry keeps piling up in my room. Apparently I sweat a lot when I work out and this is kind of disgusting but also kind of fascinating, minus not having enough clothes here.
Blah blah blah guess whose birthdays are coming up.
Sigh. At least last year I had money at this time. But well. That was then, this is now, and overall, I'm in a better situation, albeit moneywise.
I brought my french cd's to the lab but seem to have forgotten the interactive one. All I brought were the audio ones, which are incredibly boring. I can understand some of what the dialogue is, because it is so like Spanish, but it is not interesting. French people speak like they have hardcore phlegms. It kind of grosses me out.
In good news, I worked out for 38 minutes today, not counting the walk to and from the gym, which is a good 20 minutes.
In bad news, I came home and had the buttieriest, cheddariest grilled cheese sandwhich and some cheetos, along with a cookie. I also wanted to bake a lemon cake.
I am a true champion of fitness.
But well. Tomorrow I return to the mundane world of the gym. It makes me wish I had an mp3 player or something to make the time go by faster. Today they played the radio for a while and I decided that Fergie should stop singing, because she has no talent whatsoever.
I still want lemon cake and I still wish my Jacob was here.
That's about it, other than the fact that dirty laundry keeps piling up in my room. Apparently I sweat a lot when I work out and this is kind of disgusting but also kind of fascinating, minus not having enough clothes here.
Blah blah blah guess whose birthdays are coming up.