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[08 Mar 2007|09:11am] |
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I've officially lost 30 lbs. I feel so much better about myself but I'd still like to lose about 6 more pounds.
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[22 Feb 2007|07:37pm] |
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I got a tattoo.
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[20 Feb 2007|10:08pm] |
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he doesn't want a relationship. he just got out of a two and a half year relationship a few months ago. he wants to just be friends. then why did he lead me on for a month?
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[15 Feb 2007|04:09pm] |
Went to Olin because I have gastritis caused by stress. Basically, my stomach is making too much acid so I'm on a drug that stops it from making acid completely. I know it's really caused by worrying over Mark but I don't know what to do about it.
He confuses me. Last night he made me dinner (fettucini alfredo, my choice) and he even made garlic bread and a salad. He wore his glasses around me for the first time (usually he wears contacts). I brought a bottle of rioja wine. The noodles were undercooked, but we laughed about it. We went in his hot tub, but had to jump the fence because when they plowed the sidewalks they pushed snow up to the gate so it was closed shut. He helped me over. Finished the bottle in the tub. He threw a snowball at me and I said I wouldn't forgive him. I gave in. Watched the Colbert Report, which I'm glad he likes. He kissed me on the forehead (I don't know what that means in guy language) and he seemed more affectionate than usual. He talks in his sleep but he doesn't believe me. Today I wrote on his facebook wall, thanking him for dinner and saying I would cook for him next. He deleted the comment, along with one another girl made saying "happy valentine's day ;o)". I don't know. I'm afraid at his party this weekend I am just going to disappoint myself.
I'm sorry if that was a terribly uninteresting paragraph to read, but I had to say it.
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[05 Feb 2007|11:52am] |
scale says I've lost 9.5 lbs since coming back up to school. which better be true, since I go to the gym almost every day.
watched the superbowl at mark's apt. yesterday. i don't really like football and i had no idea what was going on most of the time so i just kept my mouth shut. but then we went in the hot tub and that made up for it. we're going to play tennis tomorrow tonight. i hope he takes me somewhere for valentine's day.
it's soooo cold. i hate it.
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[11 Jan 2007|10:29pm] |
Shin splints are the worst. I would run more but I'm afraid of hurting myself.
I wish I could ride up here besides polo. Cocktail party next weekend for polo then the Honors Ball in February, so I want to get into better shape. So far I've gone to the gym everyday, if only for half an hour because of my shins or calves or whatever actual muscle/tendon it is that's tearing.
Any remedies besides not running? All of the goddamn ellipticals are always taken and I don't feel like waiting 15 minutes in line for one.
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[09 Jan 2007|07:09pm] |
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Today I ran 2 miles, did upper body weight lifting then biked 7.5 miles. I feel so accomplished.
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[02 Jan 2007|09:02pm] |
I find myself translating a lot of things I say and think into Spanish in my head.
I am still trying to convince my parents to buy a house with acreage and move (not that far away). There is a house in Addison Twp. with 6 acres and we can definitely afford it. My mom thinks she's too old to take care of horses. I tell her she should be living vicariously through me and take care of my horse while I am in college, then I will take it back once I've graduated.
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[30 Dec 2006|01:07pm] |
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I still have no plans for new years eve. This sucks.
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| all things go |
[28 Dec 2006|01:44pm] |
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I had a dream last night that was really weird. It wasn't quite first person, and I wasn't me. I was a child, practically a baby, but had full motion skills. I don't know if I really made decisions, but I saw everything the child did and felt emotion from it in my dream. Anyway, the child is in the attic of a house. It's really stuffy and the child (I) am trying to break through the roof. I don't know why, until the child decides to go down to the first level of the house. The tile floor is very hot and I remember (in my dream I remember) that I was in the house because there was a lava flow. Someone saved me by putting me in the house and I got as far away as I could from the windows/direction where the lava was coming from. By now it has cooled off and stopped flowing. I go by the front of the house. There is a little garden and walkway with a picket fence in front and I see dried lava, but it looks more brown than black. There is a person stuck in the lava, kind of how you see the casts of the people they make for Pompeii. Except he moves. He is covered with it but he somehow manages to crawl out of it like a snake shedding its skin. His body is sheared almost symmetrically in half, except for his face, which is complete but contorted into something painful. There is no blood. I peer through the window, thinking he won't notice me, but his eyes swivel around and stop on where I am standing. I suddenly feel a shock of fear, similar to a deer caught in the headlights. I feel like I can't move but I make myself. This is the person that saved me. I don't know why I'm so scared. I crawl back to the kitchen area, where everything is white. The tile on the floor is white, the cabinets are whitewashed wood, the sunlight coming through the window above the sink is white. I always wake up sweaty with my heart pounding from these dreams.
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