I JUST got the donation, like - when I logged on! I'll do it right now

I totally got the staff!!!

NOW I'M A BAMF.

And one with shoes too! 0_0 lol

Lol, yeah. I suddenly stopped being ridiculously awful at making things equip, lolz.

I feel like she's kind of boring with the gold and red thing...and I also feel like, since Harry Potter, that's one color combination that should be off-limits. I like it though... :-/

Baahahaha! HP! I actually really like it! <3

I'm FINALLY going home this weekend!

That's so exciting; you were super bummed last weekend when you couldn't go home.

So, one of the pairs of pants I got was too big, but that's okay, because that means I've dropped a size! Lolz. And Old Navy makes returns SUPER easy. I'm so excited about the rest of my day.

I am just in the best mood. So happy. :) EEEEK.

That's great! I'm so happy to be home! I'm glad we both have had good days! <3

Oh man, getting back into the gym routine...HELLS YES!

Also, I've lost of total of 25 pounds since October...my pants don't fit anymore, lol. It's kind of nice, except that I don't have clothes that fit. And also, I don't want to spend money on more pants. And also, if I'm going to keep losing weight I really don't want to spend more money on pants, because then they'll just not fit soon. I just don't know what to do - it's a conundrum!

Started writing in the journal today (I was lazy and busy and accidentally ignored it for two days...oops) and I'm going to write in my journal, and also probably write you a letter, cause I love letters, and you love letters, and so sending you a letter is like love squared. :)

That's great about the gym. It's really odd, but for the first time in my life I am actually really unhappy with my size. Most of my life I've just ignored it, and not really cared. But right now, it's gotten to the point where it's affecting my life and making me unhappy. I don't know what to do specifically, but I do know that my discontent has boiled over, and now I'm on the edge of something different. I need to find some kind of plan or something, because I want to do something else. Plus, if we lost weight ... we would rival Miku/B. CRAZY.

So, we should talk about that or something. Input necessary.

Pants solution: Utilize belts effectively in work pants, get stretch pants for other time that will suit a variety of situations and sizes.

Did you read the journal? I'm hilarious, no?

I had the most messed up dreams last night. Here goes.

(They were all pretty much The Hunger Games and I was Katniss, more or less.)

There were governmental forces (cops, troops, militia, stuff) were outside of a store I was in, and they were shooting up the streets. I was hiding behind the soda cooler from Dunkin Donuts, hoping that would keep the gun fire at bay. There was a child somewhere in the street being shot, and she just kept screaming, and then they started using machine guns and I could hear the yells being broken up by the shots. It was utterly horrifying, and I woke up with a grimace on my face, and when I fell back asleep I started hearing it again and so I stayed awake for about ten minutes.

Then I was at my house, and there were apparently a whole lot of people living in this house. I was living with my mom, and there was a new kitten in the house, like, just born, but it was weird because it looked like it had hatched from an egg (like, there were shells all over it, lolz). It was super cute, and gray with white stripes.

Then I was laying down, and someone came in and pinched my big toes, and I didn't react, so they pinched my calves, and then my thighs, and my sides, and finally my ears and I scrunched up my face and then they left. The next day, I talked to like, the council of people in power and asked them if they knew anything about it, and they said they didn't, but it sounded like something this other guy would have done to me.

So, then I went to sleep the next night and the person came back again, and this time I opened my eyes. She had been instructed to situate my bed backwards of how it had been when I went to sleep so I would wake up disoriented. She knew I wasn't asleep and was sort of only half-heartedly following through with her orders.

The following morning, I went to work at the coal mines with Karen (weird) and we put on these heavy snow pants and jackets and then realized we didn't bring our music players with us, but we had time to go and get them, because we were early, but then she took a really long time getting hers and we were kind of late, but there was no consequence.

Later that night, I was standing by the landing of the stairs that led to my house with my mom, and this guy who was tall-ish with thick, dark blond hair started to walk up the stairs that led to my house and I was like, "Where are you going?" And he was like, "I have to pee." The door to my house was on the right at the top of the stairs, and the door to either a public restroom or the house of someone he knew well enough to use their bathroom was on the left.

He then was like, "You live on the 7th floor, right? I live on the 11th. You should check it out sometime" and winked at me. It was weird.

So, that was basically my dream. I blame the snack food during the superbowl. Ick.

0_0 That's just ... really crazy! I don't think I've ever had a dream that convoluted. I have to say that my favorite things about dreams is that they feel real while you're in them and sometimes it takes a while to be like ...oh. Yeah, I don't own a purple poodle that mows my lawn. That's right. You know?

Late start today because a friend of mine was over so late last night talking. He's made it a habit to come to my room and chat, to the point that it will last for several hours. I don't mind talking to him at all but the frequency and length of these conversations is starting to tire me.

Oh, and I totes think that there is this pre-med major who I want to like, marry. Adorable.

Oh, and I love you.

:hug:

I had a few residents who would do that sort of thing, and I'd try to like, do my homework or something and they didn't have anything better to do, so they just sat in my room, and I felt really awkward not giving them my attention, but I couldn't just NOT do my work. Sometimes, I would lie and tell them that I had work in the morning to make them leave, lol.

I didn't even know UMO had a pre-med major, although I suppose most major, state universities would.

I love your little hugging smiley faces, by the way.

My calves are ridiculously tight today from working out yesterday. I have to support a lot of my weight with my arms when I'm going down stairs...I wasn't at all sore yesterday, and I made sure to do a good cool down; I have forgotten the longer-term, unpleasant side-effects of working out. :( Hopefully working out again today will help to loosen the muscles. We'll see.

He's not my resident, he's a good friend, which makes it kind of ... harder.

Oh they have pre-med. And it's sexy as hell.

:hug:

Oh, I'm sure that will dissipate with time. I meant to ask, did you join a gym?

No, I don't even have to pay to work out! The company Karen used to work for had a fitness facility, and the guy who runs it is Karen's good friend. He's letting me come and work out too, on the condition that I bring Karen with me. So, I get to work out for freeeeeee!

I can see where it would be more difficult if they were a friend, versus a resident, but, I don't know, my residents did become my good friends...

That's one thing that kind of bothers me about CIA; there's only one thing the person can be studying, and I like a little variety in my life, lol.

I don't know - I feel like I'm drifting in terms of my education right now. I mean. Hm. At Benn. you MADE your major, so I was absolutely certain of what I was getting into, and if my mind changed somewhat it was fine because my plan could change with it. Here.... I feel stuffed in to categories that don't really fit me. I've chosen International Affairs, and I'm sticking with it, but I just. It doesn't fit me. Still.

Yeah, I can understand what you mean; as much as I'm 100% on board with the baking and pastry thing, and I love it, and I could do it for the rest of my life, I am really interested in the food science thing, like we've discussed. There isn't a whole lot of wiggle-room at The Culinary, obviously, so I can relate to you in that aspect.

If it makes you feel any better about the not fitting, there are tons of people I know who have careers that they love that aren't at all based on what they majored in when at college. I mean, it kinda sucks to spend so much money on something that you aren't LOVING, but it's not uncommon for people's career paths to deviate from their educational background.

The bottled water you can get at work from the vending machine (for $0.50, which is AWESOME) comes from Bennington, VT, and every time I look at the label I think of you. :)

Oh, and, I love you too!

Hahah I like the hairpin btw!

Oh, Bton, VT, my heart.

So, how'd the program go? I'm sorry I like, disappeared last night; Karen had money on the Superbowl, but didn't really understand the betting sheet, so we both got caught up in the game.

I don't know if I ever told you this, but I really do enjoy watching football.

I enjoy watching football too, no worries.

It went ... okay? 7 people came but only like... 3 really hung around. I'm running a similar program next week. So. Mmm.

I never really got a chance to do much programming when I was at school; the one program I did run went alright, but I ended up on duty the night it was supposed to happen, and I switched off half-way through with my primary and sat at the desk for the busier part of it. It was kind of disappointing.

That stinks! Usually no one comes to the programming here, to be honest. They're just not interested.

Lol. You crack me up.

Longest day of work ever, and ten-hours on my feet taught me that I desperately need new shoes, and the ridiculous tensity level of my calves was distractingly painful. Shoes are going to be a tax-return gift to myself, by the way.

Speaking of which, I talked to my mom and she is claiming me this year, but I made her promise she won't next year... :-/

NOOOOO! THAT'S WRONG.

KIM.

THAT'S JUST WRONG.

She did nothing of financial significance for you this year, no one did. Alendra has more right to claim you than your Mother! I know she's your Mom but it will make a HUGE difference to you money-wise if you claim yourself. I'm serious about this, I'm red flagging this right now. I'm standing up for you in one of the only situations in your life where you won't stand up for yourself. You more than deserve to claim yourself. And you need to.

I understand that you feel very strongly about this, and I do too (in wanted to file independently), but I refuse to screw my mom over like that. She would end up having to pay a few thousand dollars, and financially incapable as she is of providing for more than one person at this time, I'm not going to make it any harder on her.

When Michael died, she stopped paying her bills, stopped doing whatever she had to do to keep us insured, stopped paying her credit cards...her financial life fell apart. She's finally getting to the point where she's able to try to get things back in order. She owes taxes already from last year, she's dealing with the creditors, she's paying for her car...I can't, in good conscience, do anything to make her money situation any more difficult while mine is still fully manageable.

Sometimes, I do wish I could be a bad daughter, just so you know.

Obviously it's your choice - but I think it's morally wrong of her to put that pressure on you.

*AHEM*

In other news, the valentines day event is probably going to start sometime this weekend.

Also, I'm in a mood of unmotivation again. And I'm tired. I was up until 4 last night talking to b and Wally. I'm so hitting the hay right after my staff meeting tonight. I'm sorry that Chef's out so you've been working such long hours, but hey - duckets.

Oh, and I miss you. Less than a month now.