Again with the up and down.

L's profile picture has her new gf on it. It doesn't hurt anymore, but it makes me kind of uncomfortable and irritated.

Di and I had a heart-to-heart in the parking lot at the gym tonight. He lost half of his Sunday shift due to our boss's concern for him (and our members), and we attempted to go to Best Buy and Barnes and Nobles but they were closed, so we went to Target instead. I'm being very careful on this one.

Fears of my own shift reduction were taken care of tonight.

I really like people at the gym.

Things have been a little tense around the dorm lately, but that might just be me. I'm not around often enough to care, at this point. I had time to do my laundry, and I'm cool with that.

We're cleaning up our language on our shift. Well, not really. But we are toning it down.

I GOT FREE HOUSING FOR THE SUMMER. in FEBRUARY. This is unheard of. It is my OWN PLACE. I may never leave.

Unless it is to go to Athens, which is apparently a Southern mini Portland. About twelve people bicycled past the Grit, which was eerily reminiscent of Paradox Cafe, in the hour and half we were there. The mass comm major at UGA is beginning to look appealing.

I've lost a bit of weight.

I no longer have enough time in the day to do everything, but I did discover that blowing off one's responsibilites for after-meeting cooldown is perfectly fine. Also, I only require seven hours of sleep, instead of my previously misconception of eight. Booyah.

I'm not really doing well on my friendship with Ra. Must fix.

Or De. Must also fix.

I require tattoos.

busy busy busy

It's been up and down lately. I'm working too much to keep everything in the air; I haven't been attending class like I should, but it's likely my grades won't suffer because of it. Our staff went to a journalism conference tonight and came back bursting with ideas. I'm tremendously excited and am so tired I can barely move. I have two papers, two articles, and a Core test this week, with a film journal due the week after that. I'm in bed at 9:54 on a Friday night and can't stop listening to Regina Specktor. I did nearly all of my dishes and laundry and put in my RA application. I can't seem to make it to the bank. I ate at The Grit for the first time and now understand the importance of the Golden Bowl.

Maybe soon I will live in hippie-Athens and find a partner and we will have dogs and enjoy slightly lower living costs. I will be in a three way relationship with her and my job.

I cannot stop watching West Wing, and I am a phone call and two hundred dollars away from swallows on my sternum.

By the time I graduate from college, I will have spent so many hours looking at housing on Craigslist and the billions of apartment websites that I could go into the industry and make a fuckin' mint.

I am wired, probably because of that. Dumbass self of mine.

In other news, I am working way too much, but I got to spend like eight whole hours today staring mindlessly into a television screen. I am cramping from my abdomen to my knees and Gr got pissed because I walked into her room when she wasn't there to borrow her West Wing--which I had already asked to borrow, set by the television, and she had scooped it up before I got through two of the episodes. I want to live by myself like nobody's business, but I have to ask Br, and I don't really want to do that on the first of February, but it looks like it's gonna roll that way. I want to live in the Darlington because I don't want any more roommates. I am tired of roommates. I understand why Mo spends so much in her room. My black dancing skeleton blanket smells like a stank ass. I want my own space.

I'm also a tad hormonal. My life has been great lately. But I am pissy and I apologize to the collective internet.

Nico and Neutral Milk Hotel make really great music and work flowed by so quickly I barely noticed Saturday and Sunday.