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The Weather

Well, I've been seriously neglecting this blog in favor of my other, 'Turn it All Around', but there's a topic that I've been longing to cover in here for quite awhile! There was another topic I wanted to blog on as well, but as I can't remember it at the moment my first choice takes precedence.

Talking about the weather always gets a bad rap. The proverbial 'they' say that its a pedestrian topic, best left to those with nothing more in their minds than the view from the window. I unequivocally disagree with 'them'. In my [most humble] opinion; the weather is a topic that can be discussed freely and without any possibility of rancor between any two people, regardless of circumstance. Some of the easiest conversations that I have ever had have been related to the weather. 'Do you think we're going to have snow this week?' 'Wow, 50 degrees in February, must be some kind of record' 'It's so damn hot out, makes me pray for winter'. Any of these phrases can be worked into an awkward moment, with a conversational partner who differs from oneself on any level, and turn an unpleasant conversation into a lively one. Granted; no great new theories on human behavior will be drawn, no revolutionary ideas founded, but a tense moment between two strangers can be alleviated. And isn't that after all what small talk is all about?

Something that bothers me... should still be studying.

People who complain about how much high school sucked, and yet went to parties and made close friends. I hated my high school friends and I was only friends with them because I didn't want to be totally alone. And even so, I spent most weekends with my family eating frozen pizza and watching a rented movie. Then these people who partied with friends, went bowling, to the beach, to the mall, everything that I wanted to do, sit here and complain about how crappy their experience was. Well I'm sorry that your perfect little life has improved so much since the glory days that you never reminisce about them. At the time you were the kings and queens of the football field, and I was the one who can count on one hand the number of games I saw. My good memories aren't many; my first slow dance with a boy, junior year when my yearbook was full of signatures, my first summer working, getting out early senior year and going to Wal*Mart every day with a friend, Quebec, horror movies, senior trip when the boy I liked held my hand for the first time, graduation; they aren't glamorous, but I treasure them.
It just bothers me that people who had these experiences every weekend can complain about high school. Sure, the day to day, waking up at 6 am, monotony was crappy for everyone. But things were better once that 1:50 bell rang and we could all go home, or out, or to work. And Fridays were fabulous. Saturday shopping excursions and sleepovers. And Sundays, when finally the excitement settled down and we would do our homework.
Life now is different, four short years after my 'senior spring'. I still wake up at 6 am, but not because I have early classes. I either have to work, or do school work, and it's so much harder to wake, knowing that I don't get to have a 'super bun' and lemonade for breakfast in the cafeteria. I still love Fridays... unless I have to work on Saturday. I can't go to the mall anymore, because I have bills to pay. Sundays are still for homework, but I don't have the smell of Mom's beef stew wafting up the staircase encouraging me to finish so I could have dinner. Instead I have a microwaved can of soup and a fiber bar.

Yes, life has changed for me, as well as the others, but I think that it's the next four years that really matter, not the predetermined path for the intelligent through high school and college. It's what we really choose now, not what has been chosen for us by genetics, an upper middle class upbringing, and luck. It's our turn now ladies and gentlemen. What will we do?

Good day blogverse, I hope your day is less stressful than mine... Now back to the books!

Trouble Concentrating.

I have 3 tests and quiz this week and all I can do is think about my diet. I know that it might be a good thing for the diet in the long run, but it's really annoying for me because I really need to concentrate. And here I am blogging about it. This entry is over.
Good afternoon blogverse, wish me luck!

Life

Today I woke up early. Not too early, around 8:30, but early for a Saturday. I ate breakfast relatively soon after I awoke. I chilled out for a long time until finally I left for the bank with my best friend. We got back, had a quick brunch with a few other friends and went shopping. She had a Victoria's Secret gift card and when we got to the store she was accosted by a friend who works there who wanted her to get measured. She acquiesced, and I was left standing outside the changing room area. For the first ten minutes or so there was another girl waiting so it wasn't that weird, but then her friend came out and it was just me. People came and went, I texted everyone in my phone, and still no sign of her. Finally I started circulating the room looking at bras and panties that I can't afford. My friend texted me and apologized for taking so long. After one hour of being bored to death in a store I loathe, she emerged, excited with the knowledge that her breasts are a size 34 D. Now don't get me wrong, I'd LOVE to have that size. While my boobs are bigger, all of me is bigger, so I'm more like a 38D which is not as sexy sounding. What annoyed me though was that after the one text apology she didn't even seem to care that I had been waiting for her for an hour. An HOUR.
After we left the store we left the mall, and I insisted on going to Borders so that I could pick up a couple of books. While I was browsing, she was talking to me, and I felt guilty for not looking her in the eye when she was speaking because I was reading the back of a book cover. I felt guilty. After waiting for her for an hour. There's no accounting for that I suppose.
Anyway, I guess there wasn't much else of a point to this entry, just wanted to vent I guess.
So good evening, sweet blogverse. Have more fun with your Saturday night than I'm having with mine.

[Edit: I just took a sip out of my water bottle and it squirted all over my face and in my eye. I must have pissed off the V/S Karma Monster with this entry lol]

Love

I've been neglecting this blog the past few days, I've been really busy for one, and for another, I've been spending most of my blogging time on my diet blog. It's not very literary but it helps me organize my thoughts about my diet, and my new lifestyle. I feel better every day, and I know that once I start seeing progress I'll feel even better. Anyway, this is my blog topic for today; love. I talk about love a lot, I read about it, I'm probably more obsessed with love than anyone you've ever met. And I've never experienced it.
I was at work today, standing around, waiting for closing time, and I saw this couple. She was fairly pretty, and tall and average build. He was overweight and not too attractive. They stood together looking at a rack of essential oils and his hand gently rubbed her back. There was no sexuality in his touch, but it was so intimate. I have never been more jealous in my life than I was of that girl, with the unattractive boyfriend/husband. He bought her a tea, and they left. I can't seem to stop thinking about them. I want to fall in love, but I'm too superficial to accept the men who lack superficiality enough to accept me.
I want a man, I want him. Him. He's never far from my mind, we can go a week without talking, months without seeing each other, but I'm constantly thinking of him. I don't know what to do about him anymore. Two years ago, almost precisely, I told him how I felt about him. He said he appreciated me telling him, but he couldn't feel the same way because he was still upset about my best friend cheating on him. In the intervening two years, I've fallen in and out of love with him. I wanted him less, the more, then less again. And now, I would give almost anything for him to come to me and kiss the questions from my lips.
"Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone?" -The Holiday

New Blog

I've been thinking for quite awhile about joining a gym. I have something of a weight problem and I've been trying to resolve myself to do something about it. I have researched area gyms and decided on Planet Fitness. I found myself a bit apprehensive about committing to a gym though. I'm not exactly the type of workout junkie that enjoys watching thin and trim people jogging on the treadmill, while I can barely speed walk. After a great deal of consideration I decided instead to join Weight Watchers. My mother had great success with WW and has kept the weight off for 8 years. As any veteran dieter knows, losing the weight is only half the battle. Keeping it off is the real problem. But I need to take things one step at a time. After watching my friends all losing weight, and watching myself expand, I long to feel good about myself and enjoy shopping for clothes. For any of my readers who are interested in following my journey, I'm keeping another blog as a weight loss diary. The link is through my profile.
Good Evening Sweet Blogverse! I'll keep you appraised of my goals.