Improbable Fiction
Hunger games.
trying not to think about candy, trying not to think about candy…
Day three is hard. I’ve had what feels like a thousand cups of tea to keep myself from eating my own hand.
Have you ever tried to slowly eat a spoonful of organic peanut butter? I have. It lasted all of 10 seconds and satisfied me NONE to what the delicious chocolatey carton of rolo ice cream in my freezer could do…
and the living is easy…
Tumbling to distract myself from the fact that I’m only on day 2 of this fucking trying to eat healthy shit and already I’m so hungry, but there is nothing acceptable to eat in my house. i.e. perogies, veggie nuggets, instant soup, frozen breads, ice cream, and a garbage full of expired vegetables.
Grocery shop necessary.
But in better news school is done and I get to spend the next month of my life being paid to play around with viewpoints and watch the kerplunks. *sigh*
huuuuuungry.
ouch.
Let’s hope a booster juice can get me where I need to be today.
My body feels 100 years old and my head needs some coffee. This was so not the best week to try to cut out coffee…
Hamlet was a week ago? Feels like years.
But… nonetheless… I feel more fulfilled this week than I have for months. My body just doesn’t quite remember how to be useful.
I have found a solution…
to all my worldly problems:
Finding somebody who will pay me to sit around and do homework.
This is the best.
One month until Derek and Molly’s Toronto adventure…
and for the first time in a few years I’m really excited to go home.
Reflecting…
Big party (featuring all the phoenix folks I adore) celebrating the birth of two of the greatest, silliest pals I could ever ask for, Scram and Sam. And bonus points for not throwing up in anybodys bed or whacking anyone with a penis.
A day on the town with the most adorable of all the boyfriends in the world, and the rest of the Wallis family,
Getting high and watching cartoons with said boyfriend and Kieran Wilson,
Night out on the town fancied up with a giant ass steak and a super hot date,
and a delicious (albeit pretty hideous) Flax and Zucchini cake cooked by Courntey Bootler to finish up the night with the annual screening of Sixteen Candles.
I just figure it’s worthwhile to look back annually and be thankful for the wonderful people I’m surrounded by every day. These past 48 hours have been delectable.
Thankyou everybody who came out on Saturday night, or who couldn’t make it, or who texted me from across the nation. You’re all the best.
Good thing I studied for that midterm I have today, and good thing I didn’t eat my weight in steak, chocolate cake, and frozen yogurt yesterday. You win some, you lose some.
Day Off
spent all my grocery monies on clothes…
new episodes of Being Erica on netflix…
Kevin Choi remembers my existence…
excellent monday.
