On the 8th

Okay, la la land is absolutely amazing. Unfortunately, I've given to the urge. There is only so many things I can not do. I'm already stressed from dieting. I decided to cut my salad off my list and the carbonated water. I do not know exactly what they may place in carbonated water! So I drank plain ol' water. With my crystal light powder ofcourse. I also had a small fruit salad and a hot chocolate. That was my day's meal. So I'm really excited of moving now. Don't ask my why. I just feel like I'm ready for the change, even if it means giving up my plum room! I went to a job fair today, it was more like a career fair but I managed to throw a few good impressions. There was this one military cadet man, oh so hot. I gave him my most seductive look throughout his speech about the military. Yeah, although there were 10 people listening to him, he was looking only at me as he was explaining. Hot hot hot. We also passed by a place where they sold hot tubs. The guy who was recruiting was so hot. I turned to my friends and said, I would take him in a hot tub anyday. He heard. We laughed. Ha ha. Moe called me today, he asked me when we when I was going to take him up for his offer on getting a room with a vodka bottle. I said as soon as I find some free time, so we are looking at a month from now. lol. I've known Moe for 9 months now. He is really good with his hands. We met at a club. I was drunk and found that there was this really good dancer on the dance floor, so I went to challenge him? We danced and as my friends and I were leaving, he asked us to go grab coffee with them. So we did, and talked till the morning. Okay, we didn't only talk. By the time he dropped us home, I was in so much pain from dancing that he gave me a pill. I didn't know what the pill was so I made him take one as well. Surely, as soon as I got home I passed out. I didn't get up until the day after. He told me the pill was traced with heroin. I still choose not to believe him. My scale is giving me difficulties. It is indicating I weigh less than I think I weigh. So, I was thinking to buy another scale so I could scale myself on both scales to see how much accuracy they hold. Tina called. She said she was mad for me avoiding her calls recently, I pretended I never received them. She said I knew her best friend Targo. I didn't know who she was talking about until she said, "yeah you guys went clubbing together, and you were soo drunk, you were throwing up." Ohhhhhh I remembered her. Tina also said she mentioned a guy Dave. No bells went off in my head, until I remembered who she was. Yeah, she was dating this guy, and his cousin happened to be really hot. So under the influence of many lines, came sex. I didn't enjoy it much with him anyhow. I was also so coked out, that I can't recall if I got any pleasure from that. He wanted to persue a relationship, but the truth is I didn't want to get involved with someone who was such a coke head. I knew that would be destruction within itself. So dear anonymous readers, due to some people who know me read my blog, I must refrain from speaking of those people. I don't know all, but from those I speculate, I will leave out of my blog. Because as I would like to say, "Who are you to me in this world, for me to be in your world." Hana and I got these really cute journals. We promised each other we are going to write all our deepest darkest secrets, anything we feel, into those journals and trade them on July 1st of this year. I will keep hers, and she will keep mine. Until we grow old and die. So I've decided that I'm going to go for it. I'm going to get my clitoris pierced. Yes, I'm even marking this one on my calendar. It's booked, that's it, the 16th of February. My reason for getting it. hmm, why not?!?! There isn't one good reason not to get it. If I happen to find a good enough reason, then I won't get it but as long as I don't, I'm going for it! I've met the most weird people this year. Gosh, I'm staying away from people that just don't know what the fuck they are talking about. It makes me laugh sometimes when I realize how much bullshit one feeds you. MEN, MWAH! I love all of you idiots, you guys are great. Seriously! I had a weird dream last night. For some reason I was with a Indian guy with a thick accent, apparently we were getting married and he told me to wear a Shari. So I did, it was red and shiny. I didn't like him but didn't know how to tell him. He kept telling me how he wanted to dye his hair. I know that this dream means. Hair means to have strength and courage, and the rest speaks for itself. If you happen to be confused, we'll that's just too bad. I have a clear image from that.