excitement

boy do i have plans.

it's mah birthday in eight daaaaaaaaaaays. or nine depending on how you count today. it's thursday, my birthday is next friday. that's what i'm sayin'.

next friday is also the spring fling at UPenn, which i'm attending with my friend and her boyfriend/my friend.
some article voted it the #2 university event in the country (behind ASU's undie run). and it's all for meeeeee. one giant 19th birthday party for yours truly. ha.
the concert guest is lupe fiasco with flo rida and ratatat. i care not.

OH EM GEE IT'S GONNA BE MY BIRTHDAAAAAAAAAAAAY
next friday, the countdown of my last year of teenagerdom begins.
 

tomorrow afternoon i'm heading down to baltimore to visit my friend at her college. (tomorrow is also when HF arrives from england, but fuck him.)
she's signed up for an all night dance marathon so i'm tagging along. most weeks, staying up all night would be no big deal. but i had a hell of a time staying up until 11:30 last night, so this'll be a fun experiment... i slept until like 10:30 this morning, maybe i'll nap later to throw off my sleep cycle more. and of course, i'm sure napping will be done to prepare for the all-nighter.
just like... how embarrassing would it be to be the lame outsider who's such a baby she can't even stay up past midnight?


i don't want to talk about how weight things have been going. not well. i keep consuming my calories too quickly and having to fast for the remainder of the day... which never goes well...
i spent my calories on the rest of that god forsaken ice cream around 11 am. here's hoping i can go the rest of the day without eating. i may allow myself a waffle with jelly (95) for dinner if i'm starving and have done a good job at the gym.


speaking of the gym, i got ready to go except when i brushed my teeth i swallowed some of the foamy toothpaste.... and naturally i'm now afraid my stomach's going to hurt really bad and i'm gonna get sick. silly me. i'm not much of a hypochondriac except when it comes to vomiting...
it's such a stupid cycle... it's like, i feel nauseous, so i get afraid i'm gonna vomit, and that makes me so anxious i get more nauseous, etc., etc.

but i know i'm being silly here. i really didn't swallow that much. my throat feels minty fresh and i have the slightest tinge of a stomach ache. mostly i'm just pissed going to the gym is delayed because i'm such a sped i can't brush my teeth properly.






there is a very large (well, moderately large, as far as deliveries go) box in the middle of my living room.
the UPS guy was a saint and dropped it off right in front of my apartment door. i live on the fourth floor.
it's brown and covered in letters - UR - BAN - OUT - FITT - ERS.

now, that is my very favorite store ever. on any given day i'm probably wearing at least two items from urban outfitters...
for some reason i feel awkward walking into UO already decked out in their clothes - hell, the three bags i use are all from there, too.

and i have received intelligence that this large box contains a birthday present :)
i'm so cuuuuuuuuuurious
time to lurk the UO website and pick out things i'm officially hopeful for.

then i'ma go to the gym. my stomach hurts a bit less.
i've doodled "50" on my wrist. that's my current goal weight in kgs. "110" might be decipherable.
i'm planning to keep it there until i'm well on my way.
i just have to think of something else 50 can stand for. or, preferably, i can write CX there, as that's 110 in roman numerals, and probably easier to make something up for.