Mother of pearl, I love not having school. I love actually having days off, as opposed to having days of work, broken only with 12 hour days of withering in Anthropology or French, Statistics or Earth Science. Frittering my brain in a stew of irony. My heart tells me to not go back to school next fall, and I am heeding its call. Oh little rhyme. Yet my brain -- the bit that listened all my childhood as my dad told me, you better fucking go to college, if you do anything go to college, you will make more money if you go to college, you will have a better job if you go to college, you will be happier if you go to college, you won't have a life like mine if you go to college, you are smart and you need to go to college -- that part of my brain says, Ashie, you're makin' a big fucking mistake, stay in school, keep your ducks in order. Shat on you, logic and reason. Personal satisfaction wins this round.
Nom-nomed about 1400
Worked off a meager 800.
Goals for tomorrow:
-actually count calories
-follow through with goal for a 2aday.
-follow through with goal to go shopping.... well.... maybe monday....
-have sex with Brad Pitt.
I expect great success in items 1,2, & 4. Three, no so much, too ambitious.
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