1. I've never had a relationship with a date before. Like, a start date. This one has one though. And today is four months since that date. I like that. Although it was kind of amusing to say our anniversary is whenever the hurricanes hit, I like this better. It's not like it's a big deal or anything, but it's pleasant to think about, you know? These days, when I find something that makes me happy, I really try to let myself be happy, so I don't care what anyone thinks that I like September 28th.

2. I don't know how much I weigh. Weird. Really weird. Especially since I've been weighed twice in the last week and tried to weigh myself this morning. The scale was broken. The ghost of Suellyn is haunting me. I actually have a (working) scale under my bed right now. I just want to know so badly. I know I shouldn't though. But I'm having a little internal battle and a desperate desire to calculate my BMI.

3. My bank account is overdrawn. Awesome. The clinic charged me instead of my dad, and my account was so not ready for that. Now I owe O (haha) lots of dollars that I do not have. I'm sorry O. I will get them soon.

4. Maybe I would have dollars if I got a job.

5. It was like 50 degrees today. It was like -10 last week. What?

Labels: boys, daily grind, happy, weather

Negative one outside with a feels like negative fifteen. No thanks. Under the covers all day I think.

Labels: chicago, weather, winter

Wash: Psychic? That's like something outta science fiction.
Zoe: You live in a spaceship.
Wash: ...So?

I borrowed Firefly from Amelia and watched the last few episodes that I missed at Joe's house. Fucking sweet. The finale just killed me. Now I really need to see Serenity.

Labels: tv

Joe posted this article in his livejournal about a guy who cut off his hand and microwaved it thinking it had the mark of the devil. There's also this guy who killed and cooked and possibly ate his ex-girlfriend. What exactly is the appeal? Haven't you ever smelled burning flesh? It's gross. It's not exactly like waking up to bacon on the stove.

So guess what? I'm out of the hospital! Sweet! I still can't go back to school, but I'm going to petition to take one or two classes spring quarter. Econ and an elective or something. Or maybe stat. I don't know. Something. Then maybe I can get sosc out of the way over the summer? That would be awesome. This quarter though, nothing. I feel like I should get a job; everyone expects me to. I really don't want to, though. The idea of it is stressing me out like crazy. Everyone who knows my case has said the same thing to me: "What's so wrong with taking a few weeks to really enjoy yourself and do exactly what you want to do without obligations? This may be the only time in your life you can do that."

Well, I don't want to be special. I want to be normal. Normal people have responsibilities and obligations. Normal people don't just take money from their parents to live in Chicago without school or a job.

Labels: amusing, personal, school