Day 230: Deny

Day 230

Today I’m supposed to deny myself something.

Um. Um. I have no idea.

Music? Sure that works. I will not touch my iPod.

The universe apparently decides for me, as Netflix suddenly stops service.

It was weird. I was watching a sitcom, and I could only hear the laugh track. Could not figure out what was going on. Went to report it, and I received an error message that I could no longer watch streaming because of account issues. Problem is, it’s my dad handling the account so I need to get him to fix it.

My period? Still not here. I’m terrified.

I read a lot of stuff about skipping periods, and I have skipped one before, so I’m like 95% sure I’m not pregnant.

It’s still scary, though.

I chug a lot of orange juice because I read online that vitamin C can induce periods. If it doesn’t come by Friday, I’ll be buying some vitamin C tablets.

Also I’m taking a pregnancy test tomorrow. That terrifies me more than the missed period! But I know Mike would prefer knowing, I got him worried now too.

I talk to my mom and I feel better about that. She says I’m probably okay.

Then really late at night, I get my period finally. Okay.

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I'm worried about my period again this month, but also about finals and about being sick and about Mike's birthday present that hasn't gotten here yet.

Day 229: What do you want to do with your life

Day 229

Today I have to decide what I want to do with my life.

I know this.

I just want to write. I want to have a life where there’s nothing that I ever need to do but write stories. It would be pretty amazing.

My period doesn’t start today (and there’s no guarantee it should, sometimes it starts 3 days in instead of 2, no big deal) and I get all freaked out. For no reason. Boo.

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I remember this. this was when I first freaked out over my period.
I know it's gonna happen again this month. I actually can't stay calm, the freaking out is a side effect.

Day 228: Study your head for bumps

Day 228

Today I’m supposed to study my head for bumps.

I wash my hair this morning, not really sure what’s going to happen with my new haircut without the fancy blowdrying and straightening that the stylist did.

(for those of you wondering, no, I don’t wash my hair every day. That’s not actually good for your hair, you know.)

Later today:

ghostlyhamburger: I'm exhausted because I just spent the past half hour locked out of my dorm.

three.tentotana: That sucks. What was going on?

ghostlyhamburger: I went to the bathroom without my key, the door randomly shut behind me.

ghostlyhamburger: my roommate was both not here, and hates me, so I had to sit in the hall waiting for her to get back, which wouldn't have been till 3.

ghostlyhamburger: But then I got lucky because someone saw me in the hall and offered to take me to the building with the cluster office where I could get an extra key. ironically though, I could not get into that building without a key.

ghostlyhamburger: I got a spare key, then had to stand for 10 minutes outside my dorm for someone to let me in before I could get in my room.

Yeah…

So onto my head bumps.

I do have a bump in the Language faculty section. That means I’m good with languages, right?

Tenderness for offspring. Okay, if I had any.

Disposition for delighting in color patterns. I actually have a dent there. Does that mean I really don’t have that?

I also have a dent for Arithmetical ability. That explains why I’m taking Basic Math Skills. (that and I’m lazy.)

Got a bump in Memory for faces. Haaaa no.

Sense of ruse, yes.

Relative sagacity, yes. Doesn’t that just mean I seem smart in comparison to those around me?

Yes in Metaphysical perspicuity. Not even sure what that one is.

Caustic wit has a big bump. Awesome.

I have a bump for Goodness. Yay.

A dent in Memory for names. That’s true.

So I guess the memory for faces, yeah, I do have that. I know when I’ve seen a person before but I can never remember names.

So anyways. Mike comes here later, and we go to see this talk about sex and relationships. It’s supposed to be funny and it really is.

If I could remember the name of the guy, I’d recommend him. I did actually learn a lot.

And then it made Mike and I have a nice little moment later, talking about it. It wasn’t the most romantic fairy tale moment, it was just a moment when we were happy being together and I really do think that talk helped us with that.

The end.

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I don't know I'm tired

Day 227: Enter ALL the contests!

Day 227

Today I have to go to the supermarket and enter all the contests.

So I do. Do I win anything? I don’t think so, but I still have yet to open the Dr. Pepper that’s a possible instant win.

Also, Mike is here. We’re just hanging out together.

It’s nice. This is the first time we’ve been alone together in my room without feeling rushed to take advantage of being alone. We can just enjoy hanging out, being on our different computers.

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Oh yeah, the crazy rush to sex before my roommate comes back. so glad I don't have to deal with that anymore.

Day 226: Do something crazy with your hair

Day 226

I went to Mike’s house early this morning and had some cookies. They’re overnight cookies, the best cookies ever, and so last night we’d made them and I left them at his house to finish overnight.

Anyways. I loved them and I’m really happy, because I’ve never made these without my mom’s help.

Mike and I just hang out, until he has to go to work so he drops me off at the bus stop. Instead of returning to the dorm, I go to the mall to do today’s task—do something crazy with my hair.

I get a haircut. About 5 inches off. It’s so short now, feels kind of weird.

Also, does my roommate notice? No. I look totally different, she lives with me, and she doesn’t comment.

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I haven't been growing my hair out since then. I actually like it short.

Day 225: Keep away from electricity

Day 225

Today I couldn’t write an entry because I had to be away from electricity all day.

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the universe doesn't like me having electricity. I had to do the same thing agaijn this year.

Day 224: Cut in line [and a fight]

Day 224

ghostlyhamburger: there was this bitchy girl in my music class.

ghostlyhamburger: I was kind of a bitch back, but she started it, so.

hersheykid101: what happened?

ghostlyhamburger: we were doing a worksheet, and she raised her hand, then to get the teacher's attention, she shouted out MISS LADY? MISS TEACHER LADY?

ghostlyhamburger: so that was annoying, so I commented, "just go up there instead of waving your hand like an idiot".

hersheykid101: she doesn't know the teachers name yet?

ghostlyhamburger: Apparently no.

ghostlyhamburger: Then she looked at me and asked "excuuuuuse me? did you call me an idiot?"

ghostlyhamburger: I shrugged, and she started ranting about how she wasn't bothering me and how I had no right to call her an idiot. I just completely ignored her until she stopped talking.

hersheykid101: thats where you say "i didn't call you an idiot, i said you were acting like one."

ghostlyhamburger: Then I overheard her talking to her friends about how much of a bitch I am, and so I said, "You know that I can hear you, right?" her response: "I know."

ghostlyhamburger: Then she started ranting at me again about how she wasn't bothering me, so I commented this time, "actually, yeah you were. You're really annoying."

ghostlyhamburger: her: well, you're really annoying 'cause I wasn't bothering you!

me: well, you're like, really like, annoying 'cause like, you say like like, every other like, sentence.

ghostlyhamburger: (which she really did, I've just been omitting those.)

hersheykid101: ah

hersheykid101: ok

hersheykid101: i figured that was part of the ranting you were talking about.

ghostlyhamburger: then she actually started yelling at me and it was getting way out of hand, so I just stood up and moved. She kept yelling at me until I stopped responding, probably because she absolutely had to have the last word.

ghostlyhamburger: I was kind of upset for a while, but I could hear her talking about what a total bitch I am through the whole class, and after a while it just seemed pathetic. This is college. we no longer need high school drama.

hersheykid101: drama never goes away.

Also, today I was supposed to cut in line. I did that.

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In retrospect I might've been kind of mean to her to start.
But girl was still a bitch.