I am hungover from 3 drinks. I feel old. Or maybe drinking is just not for me anymore. It makes me so sleepy and I have an awful headache. I.suppose its way healthier and I won't have to worry about the extra calories. It was bound to happen because I feel like I always wanted to drink in blo but not so much here.

the more confusing men become and the less confusing math is.


with math, once you get it you can check your answers, and it makes sense.

just because i think we love each other. or because i love her!

i feel i have a knack for picking out any book thats ends up with a horrible ending or some sort of awful part in between.

i choose this current book based on the fact that is was supposed to be:

a. an easy read
b. one with a happy ending
c. one that is suitable for passing time during work breaks, before bed, and just whenever

what do i get? the main character has cancer stage 3. i know she is going to die because when i found out i skipped forward a bit and sure enough, she dies.

i think i have to decided to just end the book the way i choose instead of reading the rest since every time i pick it up now i am irritated.

i feel like this is sacrilegious but i don't care, because i am angry.

the new book i am currently reading is the sequel to chocolat which seems way more my speed because the movie was so great, and i love chocolate, and i have prepared myself for possible doom although i think it will have a clever and somewhat happy ending, or just leave it open for another book to follow.

i was so eager to come home, and now i really miss not so much the blo, but the peeps.

(e:pmt) of course! and the baby so much!!! i don't even really like baby babies, the kind that only sleep and poop but i love that baby so much. and i don't really love other babies, i mean some of them are ok, but that baby, baby zooey i love so much. it's amazing how at ease i felt with her and content...

i do not however want a baby for myself, i just wish she was closer.

i also bombed my math exam this week, so say goodbye to my solid B average. i hate logs, i really really do.

i have another research project due for bio and of course it's round two of the dreaded group assignment, and i find myself liking (e:jame)'s advice more and more; just do the whole thing myself so we get a better grade.

i also have a mandatory work training session entitled, "Culture Club", something or other, those four hours will be spent singing karma chameleon over and over in my head, which is actually not sooo bad because it's such a great song and who doesn't love boy george?

i think i have lost a friend to her bf, which always seems to happen because women are lame and flock to men. i mean, im happy for her, but this means goodbye to my fun times friend and i need a new one.
not that i am anti- boyfriend, but it's been so long since i had one that it will really have to take someone special to turn me over to the dark side. plus, i am so not into having to answer to anyone. well, that's a lie because i'm pretty sure i answer to my mother...

also, speaking of which, i am now being forced to become a golfer, which many people seem to think is a great idea, and it sounds awful to me but (e:hodown) made a few goods points:

rich people play-maybe even some d list celebs

you can have drinks

you can have fashion

green grass and landscaping are pretty

if you live in az you have to play

being a golfer puts you in a good spot in the business world(but i am not in the business world)

and my personal fav:

the golf cart.

so this week i am determined to hike 3 times, get back on my math track, and become an expert on the cactus wren. and, mayyyyyyyybe hit a golf ball.