Friday

1.) I still haven't heard back from good ol Fran at LBCC. She said end of the week, so realistically I might not get a letter until Tuesday.

2.) because of 1, I really need to fucking chill. It happened. I'm getting my hopes up, and subsequently getting stressed out.

3.) I went to safeway wearing PJ's at 1030pm. Jake was just crawling in to bed, but I made him go with me. I have really bad heartburn/reflux tonight which is crazy because I rarely have this problem. The cause was mixing 2 foods that sometimes do cause it, crystl light lemonaide and pizza. Yuck. But atleast the tums were onsale, and it's already helping.

4.) Pudding pops were B1G1F so I bought 2 boxes. YUM!

5.) I already ate one. And a string cheese. And a handful of peanut butter filled pretzels. Way to watch what I eat, eh??

6.) My brother joined a gym. If you knew him, you'd understand that this is hilarious. But it means that I have to go to the gym again, because if he can, I definatly can. Maybe this is the motivation I need. If he can do 30 mins on the elliptical being probably 50lbs over weight and a smoker, than I can too. I think.

7.) I have no idea what we are going to do this weekend. Tom is going on a bike ride tomorrow, so probably won't be back to Salem til mid to late afternoon. My parents are going out of town, so fuck them. My sister is leaving for DC so fuck her too. I guess Jake and Clara and I will watch lots of TV. And eat pudding pops.

8.) I just realized I forgot to buy a 2liter of pop. So now we'll HAVE to leave the house in the morning so I won't get a killer headache. damnit.

9.) My mom gave me money as a really really belated mother's day present. Yeah she's crazy, I know. So I have a new scrapbook on hold at the scrapbooking store, and I get to go get in on Sunday. It's a nice leather looking album, and as I was reading my creating keepsakes mag, it just happened to be in there. Sweet. I might buy a bunch of other shit I really don't need, but probably only if I draw a % off total purchase coupon.

10.) Goddamn CNN making me cry while I'm trying to type my fucking entry. Damnit. Making it all personal. I really wish we lived closer, and could help more.