Blaaah. Hi, guys. Blaaaaah. Below are some scattered thoughts.
--Am I wrong for thinking it's inappropriate to write well-wishes on a dead person's facebook wall? A boy who graduated from my small high school died this week (I didn't really know him, but he was a friend of my sister's, and I'm casual friends with his brothers), and I just feel sick, seeing "Yo man ur fam is in my prayrs," followed by "5 people 'like' this." I don't know. Is this comforting to some people? Honestly, if it is, then I'm glad. But it sort of makes me cringe. It's not easy to think of things to say when an acquaintance loses a loved one, but don't they at least deserve a card?
--There's some kind of wild, loud chanting going on outside my window. "We're women. We're here. We're fabulous. Don't f*** with us." What is this? Do any of you know? It's becoming increasingly difficult to ignore, and, I mean, I will gladly refrain from f***ing with you, but could you please be fabulous elsewhere until 30 Rock is over?
--Lately, I've been craving some uninterrupted Alone Time, and I'm certainly going to get my fair share this weekend. Most of my friends are going home, so it appears I have three days of movies, sisterly bonding, and homeworking ahead of me. I'm sort of excited about it. And I don't mean "sort of" in the flirty understatement way. I don't really meaning "very, very excited." I mean what I said. I'm actually just... sort of excited. Here's hoping I won't just be lonely and bored.
--I ate too much today. Surprise. I wish I had as much willpower as my betta fish. Atlas stops eating when he's full. What does that say about me?
--Even though I already feel like I could puke, I need a taste of optimism. Tell me, readers, why is your day awesome?
Chipotle burritos this year: 15
Nail color: Bare. Working on it.