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Today, when I woke up and looked in the mirror, I didn’t recognize myself. I don’t know what’s different but I think I temporarily have single eyelids or something. Interesting. Oh, and my back hair (hair on the back of my head, not hair on my back) is finally an acceptable length! Been waiting four months for it to be reasonable.

• frozen yogurt
• couscous (still)
• bacon-infused waffle (see below)
• egg salad sandwich
• strawberries
• powdered doughnuts
• romaine lettuce salad with chickpeas
• grapes

I’ve been having an “off” couple of days. Even though some really cool things have happened (no Religion class all week!, dinner with just the Maris and me, 100% on my Soc quiz), little things that I wouldn’t have noticed otherwise have started to bug me. Realizing this, I decided to make a list of all the stuff I was peeved about. That, a nap, and some running really seemed to help.

Then came today. In Soc, we watched the first half of American Me, a movie about life in prison. It was exceptionally graphic and made me just want to crawl under a rock and die. So my morning started off well.

In the afternoon, I got back my Finite Math quiz: 82%, lower than before even though I felt more knowledgeable about the topics covered than last time. It’s so aggravating because I can do the homework in thirty seconds and get a perfect score, I understand everything my professor says in class, and I always do extra review problems for the test. WHAT THE F?! What the heck else am I supposed to do?

Next, I volunteered to give blood at the blood drive. While I was waiting to be called, there were these two girls (women?) in front of me who I always see around. I know they’re popular so I just assumed they were a-holes. But then I told myself, “No. Just because they don’t talk to you, that doesn’t mean they’re snooty.” Well, sure enough, this other girl comes in wearing shorts and one of the popular girls says, “Eww. That is so gross. Do you see her cellulite? If I ever get like that, tell me. Ick. That’s disgusting.” This made me feel horrible for the girl in the shorts. I wanted to leave the blood drive then and there. Well, punch that stupid popular girl in the face and then leave. Like, why do you have to be like that? Why do you have to be so critical of other people and their bodies? Uh, cellulite is natural and some people think it’s okay to have more than 1% body fat. Does saying that mean comment really make you feel better about yourself?

Thank goodness I was called soon after. Guess what. Not enough hemoglobin! Figures. So I couldn’t donate any blood which was very disappointing.

Right now I’m feeling a little better because of alexieileen and her nice comments. Yay for being able to cheer people up through the internet (without using icanhascheezburger).

I’m taking a little break from tumblr. All this chatter about Jessica Schroeder (WhatIWore and lovepuppy) and Julia Allison is ANNOYING. I’m going on a Jessica Schroeder*/nonsociety/tumblr fast for the next week. You have my word.

*Not that I don’t like her (it’s crazy how much she influences my fashion!) but it irks me how she’s using tumblr to sell herself more and more. Yeah, I guess you could say we all sell ourselves in a way but I don’t know. I’m just sick and tired of hearing all these mean things about her and the nonsociety girls. And I hate tumblarity. Does everything have to be a commodity?

I am so over this. I don’t want to see them ripped apart by the media. No thanks. I refuse. And for all those people who say they’d cheat on Kate if they were Jon, go to hell.