Things I LOVE Today
1) Lancome icy tubes lip gloss with SPF 15: it tastes like yummy pineapple and tingles like cool mint
2) Atkins: OK, so really I hate it with a passion, but it does work really well, and totally erases my appetite, for that I must be grateful. Now on Day4. The plan is to stick to it all summer, so that I will finally stop whining about by lard ass, because I have no one to blame but myself for lacking discipline and loving bagels.
3) 1/2 Marathons: no, seriously, I love these! After training for the 10K and running about 100 of them (only 2 in any formal way, tho), I can now run for over 2 hours, which means I can theoretically do a 1/2 marathon, which is a good thing as I have signed up for one on September 5th. I am merely writing this down in the hope that I will get some motivation and start running again, since I haven't actually run more than a mile since the May 15th women's 10K (over 14,000 women ran it!!!!!). But my trainers are stinky and I need new ones, so I have been using their lack of cushioning as an excuse for getting out on the open road - what a lame-ass, I know! Anyway, I am running the Glasgow 1/2 marathon for Kidney Research in honour of my friend Stephanie. So if anyone wants to pledge some $$$$$ that'd be great! She is so strong and brave and nobody ever thinks about the kidneys until something goes wrong with them, which is a shame because they are pretty spectacular!
4) Mr and Mrs. Smith: OK it was mediocre, but the chemistry was undeniable, and let's face it - that's why we all went to see it! I liked Angelina's legs, which are impossible! What I hated about Ocean's Twelve, I liked about this, the stuff clearly going on for the benefit of the cast, and not the audience. I also like Seth Cohen and Lester Long. It was pretty entertaining and if you go in thinking that all you are expecting is to see lots of bullets flying, lots of Angelina's flesh, and lots of Brad being cutesy funny, you won't be disappointed.
5) My giant cyber folder that holds all of my uni bits and bobs: You may wonder why it might be that I love my folder so much, but mainly it is because I have also saved some rather important e-mails from Mandy about you-know-who (not Voldermort), e-mails from you-know-who and even some of my own highly articulate and boldly emotional e-mails to you-know-who. So whenever things are a bit slow on the dating front and I start to think that maybe he wasn't so bad after all (start to think that I'll never have so deep a love for another person as long as I live), I read over these and remember how miserable I was and that actually I am still bitterly heartbroken about it all and I know to leave well enough alone, not least because never in my whole life has he ever given me the slightest concrete proof that his love for me was anything more than a desire to validate his own existence, nothing more than a blanket for his own security. Which makes me a little nauseous and totally reconvinced that ending it was the right thing to do. And I don't fret that I'm 22 and about to leave university and that the prime opportunity for meeting a mate is about to terminate. It was entirely my choice to spend so many of those years pining over him and not really giving anyone else a chance. I don't harbour any ill will. I only know that I am a kinder, purer, more centred and emotionally stable person on my own. And I hope only Mandy and Mark read this blog, but I guess I'm partially in the mood to take a great risk in so candidly revealing my current inner thoughts on the internet, so caution be damned, I don't care who knows that I have a broken heart, and that I was wavering there for a moment, because the moment has passed and it's OK to be weak sometimes. Just as long as I don't cheat on my diet and look good in my bikini, it'll all work out in the end...
2) Atkins: OK, so really I hate it with a passion, but it does work really well, and totally erases my appetite, for that I must be grateful. Now on Day4. The plan is to stick to it all summer, so that I will finally stop whining about by lard ass, because I have no one to blame but myself for lacking discipline and loving bagels.
3) 1/2 Marathons: no, seriously, I love these! After training for the 10K and running about 100 of them (only 2 in any formal way, tho), I can now run for over 2 hours, which means I can theoretically do a 1/2 marathon, which is a good thing as I have signed up for one on September 5th. I am merely writing this down in the hope that I will get some motivation and start running again, since I haven't actually run more than a mile since the May 15th women's 10K (over 14,000 women ran it!!!!!). But my trainers are stinky and I need new ones, so I have been using their lack of cushioning as an excuse for getting out on the open road - what a lame-ass, I know! Anyway, I am running the Glasgow 1/2 marathon for Kidney Research in honour of my friend Stephanie. So if anyone wants to pledge some $$$$$ that'd be great! She is so strong and brave and nobody ever thinks about the kidneys until something goes wrong with them, which is a shame because they are pretty spectacular!
4) Mr and Mrs. Smith: OK it was mediocre, but the chemistry was undeniable, and let's face it - that's why we all went to see it! I liked Angelina's legs, which are impossible! What I hated about Ocean's Twelve, I liked about this, the stuff clearly going on for the benefit of the cast, and not the audience. I also like Seth Cohen and Lester Long. It was pretty entertaining and if you go in thinking that all you are expecting is to see lots of bullets flying, lots of Angelina's flesh, and lots of Brad being cutesy funny, you won't be disappointed.
5) My giant cyber folder that holds all of my uni bits and bobs: You may wonder why it might be that I love my folder so much, but mainly it is because I have also saved some rather important e-mails from Mandy about you-know-who (not Voldermort), e-mails from you-know-who and even some of my own highly articulate and boldly emotional e-mails to you-know-who. So whenever things are a bit slow on the dating front and I start to think that maybe he wasn't so bad after all (start to think that I'll never have so deep a love for another person as long as I live), I read over these and remember how miserable I was and that actually I am still bitterly heartbroken about it all and I know to leave well enough alone, not least because never in my whole life has he ever given me the slightest concrete proof that his love for me was anything more than a desire to validate his own existence, nothing more than a blanket for his own security. Which makes me a little nauseous and totally reconvinced that ending it was the right thing to do. And I don't fret that I'm 22 and about to leave university and that the prime opportunity for meeting a mate is about to terminate. It was entirely my choice to spend so many of those years pining over him and not really giving anyone else a chance. I don't harbour any ill will. I only know that I am a kinder, purer, more centred and emotionally stable person on my own. And I hope only Mandy and Mark read this blog, but I guess I'm partially in the mood to take a great risk in so candidly revealing my current inner thoughts on the internet, so caution be damned, I don't care who knows that I have a broken heart, and that I was wavering there for a moment, because the moment has passed and it's OK to be weak sometimes. Just as long as I don't cheat on my diet and look good in my bikini, it'll all work out in the end...
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