I met this girl yesterday.

She has the same white marshmallow bebe jacket as me,
the same flip wallet thing as me,
eats at the same korean place at dobie all the time,
even orders the exact same thing as me,
both love nordstrom, and both have a sister coming to UT next year.

she even has the same name as me. weird.

You know it's bad when your longest block of classes all week is only three hours straight and after the first 30 minutes you're dying to go home.

I can barely sit still in class, let alone listen.
I can barely stand skimming my textbooks, let alone study.
I can barely study a few days before a test, let alone start preparing early.

I really don't know how I'm going to survive the rest of the semester....

This is a cry for help.

Someone... help me... please...

I don't get hungry like a normal person.

Most people gradually reach the point of hunger, whereas with me, one minute I'm fine and in the next minute, it just kind of hits me and all of the sudden my hands are shaking.

My hands were shaking a few minutes ago. Then I drank a Dannon Light 'n Fit Smoothie on my very empty stomach and now I have lactose intolerance like crazy.

OWie it hasn't been that bad in a long time. waaaaah.

HAhaha.

Someone asked me how the hell I got 4 guys to wear pink.

The thing is, not only did they wear it, they are so proud.

Gene wrote a friggin poem about it, and David has a link on his profile to our team picture that says 'Fear the Pink' and thinks our shirts aren't pink enough.

I know I'm talking about this a lot lately... I just like our team so much. YAY.

Geez I don't want to go to stupie management class.

Go Panthers!

We are one intimidating team, are we not? I feel sorry for everyone we scared the crap out of when wE stepped out onto the field...

I know after seeing us everyone wants to be on the team, but unfortunately... it is too late.

You can, however, by paying $5, get a custom, hand-made shirt and become a fan. Bandanas come with. What a deal.

Our next game is Saturday at 1pm. woohoo.

I experienced two very new types of pain this weekend.

One was getting my ears pierced. I'm the oldest person I know to have ever gone to Claire's and gotten her ears pierced. It was the most impulsive thing I've done all year.

The other was colliding full speed and ramming the side of my face against the head of a guy who later told me he was probably 3 times my mass.

Today was my first football game. YAY. GO Panthers! It was a great game.

My wondeful sibs Caroline and Hanh made pink t-shirts with our team name and logo for everyone on the team and bought hot pink bandanas to set off the outfits. We looked wonderful. Everyone who called my guys (yeah.. the rest of the team is male) gay and made fun of them were just jealous.

All I can say is that my team of 'faggots' kicked your asses. So there.

Pictures will be up later.

Shanna's blog.

I've heard of that before, but still. It's shit.

I can think of so many ways to torture those sickos.
Fucking bastards.

It's been a shitty week.

2 tests, 3 quizzes. So by the time I finished it yesterday, I really wanted to start my weekend early.

Which I did. And that is how I ended up waking up this morning slightly hungover and going to my very first interview ever in the friggin SLEET in only a business suit and thin worthless stockings to keep me warm. It was the highlight of my week.

Actually, I'd say last night was the highlight of my week, but I don't remember much of it. Ha.

It was the first time in a lonG time I actually joined a big group of people to partake in .... oh screw it.
to partake in getting trashed and then going to a club.

I hadn't even intended on going - my head hurt and I really, like Rebecca said, "didn't feel like being sober" that night. But it's amazing how much peer pressure can influence you when you're tipsy!

I ended up going and it was pretty fun. At least I went with people who kept asking me if I was ok - noT that I was showing any symptoms of buzzed-ness... I don't know why they kept asking me that. Still, it's nice to go with people you know will take care of you. Thanks.

I left early because I could no longer stand it. That, and I could no longer stand, period.

I don't think people should be allowed to bring cameras to clubs after their friends have been drinking.

I'm hungry.

School sucks.
Tests are not fun.

I studied for 3 hours yesterday! Like actual studying! Finance and accounting.

In between weekends it's just meetings and class. It all goes by in a blur. I've actually even made use of the Sterling gym a couple of times. Soon I will be able to take down anyone. So many classes and meetings. it was a horrible week. Don't worry. I get playtime in.

Yesterday we had a catfish cookout at Vivian's place.
Mike came to visit. I ate catfish and the best mashed potatoes ever (homemade and freshly mashed by jennifer) and then vivi and mike even make brownies with vanilla ice cream on top with heath bar chocolate stuff! SO GOOD! I shoveled food in my mouth so fast...

Then when Jennifer started giving me a massage during poker, I thought I'd die of happiness - the eating and gambling and massaging made my life so complete.

Next week will be 3 quizzes and 2 tests. Not fun at all. If I can survive this week and do well, theN my life will be complete.

bah.

I studied for the first time since the beginning of this semester.

I realized studying somewhere where I have no choice but to eat or read (like a food/drink place) is the best. I just keep eating and drinking and reading because there's nothing else to do. This could get expensive, but at least I'm studying, right?

Go me.