Because I don't work. I'm bored as hell and thus I am going to write this blog.
It's a crime how I live my life.
Last night was super laid back in subtle ways. When I got home I made a big bowl of noodles for my mom and I. I put this garlic spice mix into the ground beef as I made a sauce and it just turned it into instant magic. After dinner we made cookies and pretty much just sat there and ate cookie dough. The whole time we took turns saying "Last bite, this is going to make me sick" but of course that didn't happen.
Then I did a half ass work out in an effort to make myself feel like less of a piece of shit. See, the plan is to loose weight before Europe so that I can induge and not return to Canada looking like a balloon. So far it has all been in vain. I was going to write vein...
Then Cortlin calls me from work. He was working an overnight thus brought his xbox to play. But he forgot a controller :-p
So, being the most wonderful girlfriend/push over, I went to his house to get him one haha. Curtis was very dissapointed in me, but lukily he was standing far enough away and without my glasses I couldn't actaully make out his dissapointed expression.
Then I made my way downtown to Cortlin, hung around the empty mall parkade with him for a bit, begging him to steal me one of the confiscated bikes the security guards kept locked up in cages. No dice.
Went home and listened to Young the Giants for a good hour. Listen to them. You may have heard their song My Body on rock102, but man, I love them. They are my lyrical crush of the moment.
Attempted to sleep but kept having the strange feeling that something was in my room so I kept turning my bedside lamp on and off. Lame.
Oh, and KK decided to drunk txt me at all hours of the night -_- remind me to return the favour haha.
46 days until Europe.
I can hardly wait.
I need someone to erase my daydreams from my mind about this trip, because I honestly cannot focus on anything.
It is not good.
Sushi tonight at Sushiro with Brittney and Josh! Whoot!
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