You're So Gay and Your Don't Even Like Boys

So I've been wicked busy lately. Between reading and throwing a fit about everything I haven't had much time to get on here. It started with the Chemistry. If I can't at least understand something right away it bothers me and I'm automatically a failure. My week, which sort of starts in the middle of the actual week, started horribly. I got the Physics test back and got a 92%, but on Thursday I got the Chemistry test back and got a 60% and he added, with a little smile, that I needed to talk to him. After class I asked him if he was free next Thursday after class and, suddenly much more serious, he said that he wasn't but he could do Wednesday after class. So I agreed to that and walked to my car in angsty tears over having to ask for any help. On Friday Boyfriend was supposed to come out after his last class and, in classic C fashion, I made possible plans for him to take me out for sushi when he got here. I did some reading until he should've been here and then read for another hour and called his house. And he picked up. And I lost it. Your brain knows you're being a piss-ass, but it still only lets negative things out of your mouth. So he was going to be another 2 hours and I flew into a rage and whacked some books with my brush until it snapped, kicked my sneakers across the room, and chucked my lighter at the closet, where it make a nice "crack" sound and ricocheted into the bookshelf. I haven't seen it since. I'm at least smart enough to break stuff that doesn't really matter. And then I took a nap so I wouldn't have to wait around for the next two hours in undiluted rage. When I woke up he was another extra hour late but showed up shortly afterwards, saying the route he took had only one lane open for a bit of the way. We did go out for sushi, but he didn't have his cash clip on him and I paid with the promise that he'd pay me back. He is good for it, but he hasn't yet. So romantic. Anyways, we had a nice time.

So the next day he was fixing up his car with a friend and to pass the time, I offered to take his smelly puppy to his moms for a bath. Long story short she screamed like I was murdering her as opposed to bathing her and by the time I left my last nerve had broke and through mall trip and everything else I had a hard time not tweaking the fuck out. Sunday was a lot better and I attribute those 48 hours of mental instability to what basically adds up to detox and massive unusual PMS that I rarely ever get ever ever ever.

This weekend Boyfriend finally bent to my complaining and poking of his stomach and stopped calling it all a "food baby". I know he sat on a couch eating nothing but Pepsi and microwaveable pizza and kept the tae kwon do body he had gained two years before, but its all starting to catch up to him now and with the overgrown hair looking quite disproportional with the loss of his beard (and living on of his moustache (all for Halloween)) he looks like a giant hick. He finally admitted that we were both looking pretty frump to the dump and we agreed to 20 minutes of exercise a day with a variety of activities. He's taking the dog for twenty minute runs and doing something on top of that and I started out walking on the treadmill in the basement while reading chemistry and tonight I walked and ran for an hour and burned 500 calories. Then I stretched and did twenty crunches and now my left shin hurts and that's never good. My diet today was much improved as I snacked on edamame and apple slices with cashew butter (not that great) and I should do better not having Halloween candy in my room anymore. I found it very useful to play loud music off of youtube, mostly dancing stuff. I'm addicted to "Just Dance" by Lady GaGa, "Gimme That" by Chris Brown, "Paralyzer" by Finger Eleven, and "Let it Rock" by whoever and Lil' Wayne. Oh and I can't forget "Disturbia". In addition to this amazing amount of exercise I bought a waxing kit at CVS today and did up my eyebrows like a fucking pro. They look awesome and I can't believe I didn't rip half of one off or inadvertently wax a lightning bolt in there or anything. It gets rid of all those tiny hairs that take forever to get with tweezers and don't all come out anyways. And then you just do some cleanup with the tweezers! Its soooo addicting, waxing stuff is. If I could get paid to wax eyebrows I probably would ditch all my other ambitions and shape eyebrows for a living, but I think you need to know how to cut hair and do makeup as well and I don't care for that. Yes, its fun to cut hair, no, I don't normally do a good job of styling it, and no, I don't want to put up for cosmetology school. Is that how you spell it? Who cares.

I don't know how I thought of it, but I was just remembering how I had to stop someone at work from putting aluminum foil into the microwave. I was at the office one day, and Desperado let me know he was leaving his spot for a couple minutes to microwave some food he'd gotten that morning and I said okay and he walked away. A few seconds later I got a bad hunch and jumped up and ran down the hall and yelled "STOP!!" when I reached the kitchen door. His tin foil covered food was halfway into the microwave and I yelled "You can't put aluminum foil in the microwave!!" "You can't?", he said. "NO!!!" I shrieked. "Oh, okay, thanks", he said. Dude, the guy is in his early 30s. He doesn't know not to put foil into a microwave? He was ready to set the building on fire and had no idea. How is this possible? Not a month later, also at work, Ms. Singer hesitated and then asked me, "Is it okay to put Styrofoam in the microwave?" "NO!!!!!" This one is in her late 20s! How have these people not suffered dire consequences of ignorance already?? GOD.

Its probably all because of my mom saying that everything is bad for me. "This chapstick has petroleum in it. I don't know if you care but I don't want to use it; do you want it?" "These Biore cleansers use hairspray to pull the crap out of your pores and it just makes more build up; do you want them?" So she's setting me up for disaster, eh? "Almond butter is better for you than peanut butter." "I don't know why C is eating that, she knows diabetes runs in the familyyy." After almost every bite of the last burger I ate I would ask her, "doesn't that look a little pink to you?" She was getting aggravated with me but she's the one who made me this way.

Oh, haha, one more funny thing I keep forgetting about. Surely everyone has heard of Katy Perry by now. That stupid song "Hot and Cold" is on KIS 108 ten times an hour and I don't even listen to the whole hour straight through. Anyways, it came on when Boyfriend was in the car, and him and his schmuck friends love Katy Perry and her songs "Kissed a Girl" and "Ur So Gay" and a couple weeks ago he said exactly what I'd been thinking forever; that being that "Hot and Cold" and "Ur So Gay" were written as if she had gone out with my Ex. That will only be funny if you know me personally I guess and if you do, please go on youtube and check both of these out because its soooo truuuue haha. I just didn't want to be the first one to say it.

I'm pretty sure I'm going to buy the Josh Groban Christmas CD. He's dreeeamy hahaha. He's got those nice brown eyes and a great voice, obviously. I love his "Vincent" and apparently he does the vocals for the "real person" Beauty and the Beast with Streisand. I'm in a Christmas mood, can you tell. Its not too early for Christmas songs. BTW, who sings that version of "I'll Be Home for Christmas" that starts with the "bum bum bum baduh dibum", if you know what I mean and you probably don't. It was probably in McCauley Culkin Home Alone movies. The second one. Maybe.

Anyhoo, I'll sign off now and sing along to some youtube instrumentals because they are so fun.