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I am so not kidding. Don’t ask me how long I did this.

And Tom sent me: http://www.compfused.com/directlink/615/ I’m not sure if I have told ya’ll about Tom and my’s thing about Baby Got Back…

Have I mentioned that I am twitterpated? I can’t believe how well we fit together sleeping. I thought it was going to be awkward, because he is so skinny. I get to sleep there again tonight.

Falling. Hard.

So the Puppy called me as I was filling the bathtub and talked to me for two hours on Friday. That was really fabulous. The bath was fun in general. Saturday was awesome. I spent the day doing chain mail and talking to a cool Burner chick I know through tribe people. Saturday night was a nice dinner with the Puppy before we went to a fabulous birthday party. I was feeling less social than usual, but I managed to remain mostly perky throughout the night. Then the Puppy and I went back to his home and played. It was good. We still have not had sex. He’s mean. YAY!! Sunday we woke up and talked and snuggled and kissed and made pancakes for both of us a bacon for him. We wandered around the city for a while and walked past Sam. Oh goody. We found a way fun bookstore and browsed for a while. On the way back we had an interesting conversation about how we are both not perfectly happy with our respective bodies and we are both very happy with the other’s body. Go figure. But we decided to start a contest anyway. He wants to be stronger and I want to be smaller. (The weight has been creeping back on me.) So he needs to be able to do 5 more pounds on his bicepts (we picked this somewhat arbitrarily) and I am going to lose an inch from my waist. If he finishes first he gets to give me a really long, hard flogging. I haven’t told him what I want if I win yet. I am thinking about it. Either way will be stuff that would probably happen anyway–but it is fun to play this game.

Eventually I wandered to see other friends and tied up a hot girl and stood behind her while a fabulous man single tailed her till she was all bloody. God that was hot. I enjoyed seeing so many friends this weekend!

I went to the gym tonight. I am so determined to win!!

Oh. I forgot to mention that I fell off the vegetarian wagon on Thursday. I had steak. Rare. Twice. And then I started my period. Coincidence? I think not. I was craving Bloody Red Meat so bad I was about to scream. So I had some. It was GOOD.

Oh—hey there pretty little Kitty. I made a comment earlier that may have been rude about my not being able to eat like you. I am very sorry if I sounded as rude to you as I did in my head. I have a few personal issues around being stupidly jealous of girls like you who are thin without trying when I struggle so hard to maintain a reasonable size. I am really sorry if I offended you.

So instead I will pour myself a stiff drink and climb in Miss Jenny and Miss Sara’s bathtub. When I am done in there I will put my hair up in curlers so that I can look very good tomorrow. Either I will be impressing a whole lot of nobody, or I will be going to a party. I might as well be optimistic.

I do have lots of flowers, and that is all cheery and wonderful.

Akien and the Puppy. 🙂

The Puppy brought them on our second date and Akien brought me flowers to help me feel better today. So I have messloads of roses. It is really wonderful!

Damnit.

So much for my plans.

Tonight I am sitting home and feeling self pity.

I am so sick of being sick. ARGH!!!!!!!!!!

The less than goodness is: I’m sick. Again. GRRRRRRRRRRRR This time it is sore throat/cough/congestion. Yesterday was the last day of the medical study and I was higher than a freakin kite and feeling crappy all afterwards. I passed out on the couch in the English Society lounge and slept through my classes. Oh well.
All sorts of stuff about relationships

I’m having an attack of my academic inferiority complex. Most of my friends went to fairly prestigious schools: Cal Tech, MIT, Stanford, CMU… the list goes on a bit but those are the main ones. Sometimes when they talk about their classes I feel really pathetic because I don’t think I could have competed. I didn’t even try to get into a better school than CSUH. It was the only school I applied to. I was afraid of not being accepted. I was afraid of the potential debt that would accrue at a better school.

I keep thinking about going for my PhD as a way of proving that I am as smart as my friends, but I doubt it would actually work. I would still feel like, “Oh. It’s just in English. That isn’t a big deal.” I read 150 pages of Middlemarch last night in just over an hour. A friend asked me what I was doing and when I told him I prefaced it with several disclaimers about how anyone can do it and it isn’t a big deal. He tried to assure me that no, actually he a)wouldn’t be able to read anything so fast and b)probably wouldn’t really understand a Victorian novel. But, yeah. I don’t believe it. I don’t feel like I do anything particularly challenging for my degree. I feel like I am a total fraud. I say that I’m in grad school, but I feel like I don’t deserve the title because I’m not smart enough. 🙁

And now I am going to run off to be poked and burned. I’m not actually in the mood at all, but it is the last day.

I finally finished my homework. Tomorrow is the last day I have to get up early in the morning for a while.

*sigh* I’m exhausted but not “sleepy.” I hate that.

I had a good day today. I got to spend time with the coolest most wonderfulest joedecker ever. I ran into a cool chick at school and talked to her instead of finishing my homework in a timely fashion.

The next few days are packed with stuff.
Tomorrow is the last day I will get poked and burned. I’m really happy about the ‘not having to drive to Menlo Park in the morning’ part of it being over. I will have lunch with my emotional crack boy (he seems to be losing his hold over me–I consider this good news. It only took a year.) and then hanging out with a school person. He was in the writing class I did. (I tried to find more links to stories, but I posted them elsewhere.) I get to engage in intellectual snobbery as we snidely discuss all the peons in the Ed department. Then I suffer through hours and hours of stupid class. Then I go see the Noah.
Friday I get to exercise with this cute girl (yay for encouragement). I have a date with the service type couple (though the wife is out of town right now).
Saturday I am going to go be crafty with a tribe chick up in Berkeley (I have actually met her in person numerous times.) I will probably have dinner with the Puppy and then go to a birthday party.
Sunday I am going to snuggle with the cutest Keri ever and meet Beth and see Darin!

Woof. Good thing I have Monday to recover. *giggle* Woof. Puppy. Woof.

Yeah. You guys all think I’m crazy. It will make more sense soon.

The exchange of ignorance is not communication.

When does something cross from being having sex to dating?

When does something cross from dating to being a relationship?

When does something cross from being a relationship to being a Relationship?

At what point in this process does “breaking up” become necessary?