Another novel for your reading pleasure

EDIT: I was thinking that it may not be such a good idea to put names...Google and all that. So I edited it to be initials. Of course, the roomies may still see this, but whatever. I've only got to deal with them for two more weeks. And I need SOME outlet.

Eating corn again...

I went to the Snow and did homework, then piano for at least two hours. May have been more. I also went earlier today for about an hour. Fun fun fun! For some hymns, I can actually just play it straight from the book. It is SO cool! I didn't think I'd ever be able to do that. But I guess practising for hours each day will do that to ya. :P

Sometime before noon I took out trash (stinky) and when I came back I saw a couple of my friends, named E and C. We chatted a bit, not really meaning to hang out for long. But then E sat in the grass (it was a nice day today) and so us other two did, and we talked some more. Then we were joined by another girl who is my neighbor (but I don't know her). Eventually we went up to E's apartment and ate leftover gumbo and jambalaya (she's from Louisiana) and I made some bread from a can. I've never done this before; just talking to people and ending up hanging out for a while. It was fun and semi-spontaneous. And I really like C; I think we have a lot in common. She's a really nice girl, one of those who's always smiley and happy. Same with E. She makes me feel so good about myself. She's always nice and happy and friendly with everyone and can make a conversation out of anything. And C said I was awesome for teaching myself to play piano. That made me happy, but as always, I tried to brush off the compliment. Stupid.

Did you know that classes are actually interesting when you pay attention? Did you know you can actually learn?! It's amazing!! 

I really really really want a human bio class. I love that stuff. Regular biology's interesting too, but the most awesome stuff is human biology. Hence why I'm majoring in human bio. Go figure.

Yesterday I finally went food shopping. WHAT?!? Yeah, I know, but I only had two bags of fro'corn left. And lots of stuff for baking. So I got tuna and beans and cereal (ooh, cereal!!) and soymilk and bread and this awesome spreadable butter stuff and apricot preserves and canned peaches and apples and pomegranates and pomegranate juice ($4.99 for a small bottle- lame!) and canned bread and SPAGHETTIOS!! Yeah man.

11:10pm...I'm not gonna miss it this time!!!

Watching....

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Make a wish!!

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Done!!

I've been trying to snag a wish for a while now, and I keep forgetting. I missed it on November 11!!! It made me so mad!! So I was just defiant and wished at 11:12pm. But it dinna work.

Okay, story: A girl, named R, had a game-night party thing one night. There was this guy there, named M, who said his cat had a facebook, and I thought that was hilarious, so I added his cat. Then he added me, and we talked on facebook a bunch. Then one night I needed a vent, and Mwas the only person I felt like telling stuff to, and the only person who'd be impartial and wouldn't freak out, so I told him, like, all of my secrets. And he told me his. And so we're friends, able to talk about anything and say anything, and it's awesome. But I had yet to actually hang out with him, so I was supposed to go over and play video games last Saturday (they have super mario brothers-who WOULDN'T want to play that?!), but he had homework. So I Facebooked him before I went to the store, and he came with me. So Facebook can be good sometimes! I'd never do the "I have no life" thing and become friends with some random person from halfway across the world, so it's cool. And then I had nothing else to do, so I went to his apartment and kinda played VGs, but I suck (I like to play, but I do suck) so I watched him and his roomie play, which is actually fun for me. And it's hilarious to watch guys when they play VGs. They get all focused and into it. 

Before I went to the grocery store, one of my roomies (I'm just gonna say initals now; it gets too confusing) K (she's the not-wash-dishes one) and I took my punkin experiment (they actually turned out okay--really dense though, not very flavorful, but not horrible. I ended up making cream cheese frosting and putting that on them, which really made 'em awesome) to my FHE bros apartment. When K found out that the one that she used to like wasn't home, though, she wanted to leave right away. Pa-the-tic. On the way home she was complaining at me, because she wanted to go see this OTHER guy that she "likes", but I needed to go to the grocery store (and it was dark) and so I wouldn't go with her, and of course she couldn't go alone, because then it actually would look like she's stalking guys. Which she is. But that's another thing. And on the way home I mentioned something about M and then all of a sudden she was saying how I was a "guy magnet" and how I'd already been on more dates than she (Uh, three? And the first two don't count-Craigless was an idiot. She's been on a date, so we're even) and how I had tons of guy friends (Yup. Two is a lot) and saying she was jealous and stuff. First: Stop stalking guys- it kinda freaks 'em out. Second: Get a better personality. You're annoying and fake around guys. Third: Get a new hobby. Focus on school or something. You're a FRESHMAN, for potato's sake. Every time I'm around her, she makes me feel like crap about something. I don't know if it's intentional or not, but it's way lame. Passive-aggressive fatwad.

Me mum said that gas is $1.80-ish in Michigan right now. WTF?! When I left, it was around $4.00!! It hasn't been below $2 in FOREVER!! 

You know what? You're not supposed to be healthy or dieting on Thanksgiving. The dishes are not supposed to be low-fat, low-sugar, low-cholesterol. You're supposed to enjoy yourself and eat until you've filled up your intestines, your stomach, and your esophagus. You're supposed to gain a pound or two. But this DOES NOT MATTER!! Life is too short to worry too much about fatness or thinness. Our thin culture really sucks, and I wish it didn't matter so much. I wish people cared more about personality than weight. I wish the girls around the dorms wouldn't talk about calories or fat or losing weight or clothes size or "healthy food" or exercise (unless it's for fun-but seriously, who the heck exercised for fun?). It just makes me feel like crap, and makes it so I can't enjoy my food. I want to be able to eat twenty thousand cookies if I feel like it, and not have to worry about whether people will still like me. I don't want my worth to be based on the size of my jeans. I don't want to have to stay away from the "bad foods" because "they're bad for you". And the doctors aren't helping either. Yes, we know being morbidly obese is bad. But being a bit overweight is okay. It's good to enjoy food, enjoy life. It's good to snarf everything in sight sometimes. It's alright to not worry about calories or eating healthy. No, it's not good to just eat candy. But it's okay to eat some every day instead of once a week. I hate fashion models, who make us all feel like ugly, worthless fatsos. I hate society telling us we need to be thin to be liked, to be pretty, to be popular, to be perfect. I hate that there's a "right size", and a "right BMI". I hate that it matters so much. 

I want to go play the piano now. But I cannae. 

I want to go bake something. But I cannae.

I want something different to happen.

I want something exciting to happen.

I want to find joy in the journey, but it's so hard sometimes, when everything's so monotonous and unchanging. Routine. Scheduled. Bo-ring.

I wish I weren't so negative and annoying. I don't want to complain, but if I didn't, I'd become poisoned from everything that I didn't say. 

Well, my Sister P, I hope you had a fun ten minutes reading all that poo! :) Love ya, and thanks for reading!! And if you didn't get down this far, I understand. I don't think I'd want to read all that either.