=/ I feel icky. Dizzy and kinda nauseous. Why is it so hard to spell that word? I just did spell check and did you know that icky is a word? No kiddin...

HMM... haven't been up to anything really... picking out my room on Monday... whoo... people who toot their own horn irritate me so much... I think it's tacky... blessed are the meek and humble...

Michael's coming over tomorrow... expensive sushi night with his buddie's birfday... and then I'm going to drag him to Jersey Girl bc he won't let me drag him to Eternal Sunshine...

I'm updating because the roommate told me to. I think that should be the rule... only update when someone tells me to. I'm such a sheep.

Went to the Asian Art Museum today for my Religion & Spirituality in Asia class... it was interesting... tell me why I found drawings of pots so damn interesting? Like, this guy really knew his crayons... I'm serious!! I think I'll do that on one of my days off... go to a random museum just to wander and gander. Gander, is that the right word? What does it mean when they say what's good for the goose is good for the gander? It's one of those sayings... like have a good one... good what? Life? Child? Dinner? What is it??

I want potstickers.

Lakers are evil. Actually, something's wrong with the Kings. I miss B-Jax, who apparently fears John E. "because he's taller than him". Be all that you can be buddy. Watch what you sign.

Ugh dizziness. GUNA!! =(

Okay, this isn't really tooting my own horn, it's... it's pride over the fact that someone values my company (other than the boyfriend, but hey, my mom feeds him steak, can you blame him?)... so go here... and read of my wit... and my minuteness... minuity?... Whatever. I think it's a kind of you have to be there moment.

Roommate, people in my Written & Oral wear jean on jean and it makes me sad. It's so distracting! I'm wasting my ninety dollars every time someone wears it!

It's supposed to rain tomorrow. And I'm still incredibly proud of my back tan... the back strap is so low, and then even my neckline is all low so it looks all cute... DAMMIT. =( But I am happy that the one of the only things that makes me sad is the fact that I can't show off my tan... that means that I live in a very contented, if not slightly superficial, world.

To reinstate my credibility as a valuable human being, Michael & I had a serious heart to heart conversation on Monday night. Issues!!!! Drama!! Terrible... but now it really does feel as if we've started over and I'm falling in love with him all over again... cause we all know the best feeling with a significant other is the initial crush/beginning phase. It's nice to relive that.

Now to end with something frivolous... I put on my pants the wrong way today... twice... in a row... with the tag in the front... not the back... YAY $40 a Day!!!

Which "Saved By The Bell" Character Are You?

The roommate says she wants my blogs to be happier. =D

Miami was okay. Very non stressful, at least until the end it twas, when my flight home got cancelled and it was all somewhat evil from then on, at least, I made it out to be... the "pretty much scary-ness" of PMS is not good. I watched Intolerable Cruelty and it kept reminding me of Tom... I'm all burnty burnt... afternoon sun is mean... morning sun is not mean enough... but I'm so proud of my tan, you don't know... but just my luck, it's all cloudy clouds (sorry I keep talking like that) for the rest of the week... boo... we had a Mustang Convertible in Miami... it was sparkly burgundy... that was the highlight of the trip... John all asked me if I did bad things in Miami... HA... asking the wrong person...

Work started again... my hands are killin me... but it felt really really good to be around such positive people again... people are nice on the first day... people meaning customers... and my coworkers... always funn... they make me happy bc they always seem happy to see me... and then when they greet me they say my name all joyfully and we hug and it's fabulous... so fabulous... I think that might be one of the main reasons I like going to work... because we always seem happy to see each other... & we're all polite... I don't know, it's a really good environment for me. I wish it wasn't just like that at work but everywhere else with everyone else.

I wish I was Kelly Kapowski... except for the cheating on Zack part... and didn't her feet get all sweaty in those Keds with no socks thing that she always did?... but I bet if I had bangs like her I'd look taller... Tom said I looked taller... got love for my shoes K Swiss... have you heard that commercial?...

People, visit USF on your spring break and bring some joy into my life!! God knows I need it and God knows that's why He sent you here!!... I miss all of you, more than you could know... I miss talking about nothing and everything with so many of you... I heart you all & good luck on the finals and the non-funn and the post-funn and the whatnots and whosits...