So...who else gained a ridiculous amount of weight over the Thanksgiving holiday?

And who wants to tag-team and hold each other responsible for a dedicated week(s) of losing this turkey tummy??

I have exactly 6 days to finish choreographing two song-dance numbers, confirm this caterer, memorize lines that I wrote (i.e. the entire script), run through lines with 7 other coordinators, figure out large rehearsal logistics, make sure all 17 people know what they're doing at any given point in time, buy all of the supplies for 180 people, double-check attendance, work with the speakers, finish the event pograms, and make sure everybody knows what's going on.

Oh, and finals. Right. Those.

And not overkill on the eats.

Er, yeah. My way of apologizing for weeks of LJ neglect ^__^"

Head is spinning, the world is reeling. Things are not done. I even missed the monumental meteor shower last night to sleep at a relatively decent hour.

It's just going to be one of those days. I am so indulging in an apple fritter donut this morning.

Okay, so my friends and I didn't end up winning the Disneyland tickets they were using as prizes for Disney Trivia Night last night (boo), but we did learn a lot! Sort of like the fact that our friend Jeff is actually really, really good at Disney trivia even though he's usually super-against questionable-to-his-manhood endeavors (I would consider Disney knowledge one, even though I love it <3).

By the way, who actually knows Gus the mouse from Cinderella's real name?? (For answer, see bottom of this post!)

However, I did get the chance after that and after lots of massive Disney singing and frozen yogurt bonding time and everything to talk to Carol. We ended up talking outside at the bus stop for (forever??) two whole hours, which was hilarious because in the middle of it my brother and his girlfriend showed up at the opposite bus stop and it was super-duper funny/awkward. Carol yelled that we were waiting for the bus, which we weren't, so when it came she got super-nervous and asked me, "Oh my God, should we get on?? Are we supposed to??" I started laughing so hard just because the way she said it was so genuinely concerned and told her we should run alongside it so they'd think we disappeared for real.

It was sort of like how I talked to John outside on the opposite street corner for two hours the night before.  I don't know what it is with me and street corners on the way home from places, but apparently they work, because I felt much better after both conversations...

ANSWER: Octavius. Holy cow, never would've guessed that one...

Today the girl in my group presentation (who apparently has no qualms about walking around in low-cut sports bras and sitting with her feet up on tables) looked at the Powerpoint presentation I had spent all night preparing and said, "BTDUBS, this is really good."

Omg. I didn't know whether I wanted to kick her or die laughing. I probably would have kicked her to death laughing if I hadn't been so tired staying up to make it.

Anyway, presentation went well. I treated myself to a 1.5 hour-long supermarket shopping spree in which I bought myself $23 worth of lovely, blissful on-sale groceries. I also ate dinner with my friend and made a wonderful dish of baked cheese-and-cream-of-mushroom covered fish over rice, and now I am off to bed...

The event is finally over. Nothing blew up or anything, so even though it wasn't spectacular, we still got a lot of help, and it was pretty good.

In the wake of that, I feel like I can take on what this week is throwing at me, which is a lot, but at least I can be in (semi-) control of it!

( Calendar )

In other news, I have this seismic headache from leading all the kids, but it might just be that I spent 6 hours in the sun and didn't drink any water. Whatever. I'm just glad it's over with...

The last thing is that I've eaten so much junk food in the past two days (brownies, cookies, Red Vines, funnel cake, In-N-Out, churros, free samples from Costco, and all the stuff we made) that I've really been grossed out by food and don't want to even eat. Ugh. Got to get out of this cycle this week for sure...by the end of the week!

Wish me luck on everything! And good luck all Nano-ers--you can do it!!

I love my friends! Today, some of the OASES people and friends went to Great America Haunt, which was spookifantabulistical! I'm so glad we got to do it, because we almost didn't!!

Tammie, Peter, and I were so tired by the time we went because we had spent basically 5 hours running around shopping for the elementary event, and by the time it was six we were just ready to keel over and crash. But everybody ended up making it amazing <3 We pretty much stuffed our faces together (especially the three of us--Costco free samples, food court, In N Out, funnel cake, AND Nation's ftw!), and walked around laughing at scary people in the mazes and stuff. Carn-Evil with the clowns was pretty good, but after a while we just made fun of people in our group who totally got freaked out and sang loudly and stuffed glowsticks into each other's hoods, and did generally awesome stuff. Yayyyyy. So happy it turned out to be good!

Shannon, Carol, Peter, Victor, John, Tammie (and their friends who I got to meet, Xi Xi, Ruby, and Calvin)--YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING.

And here I was thinking I wouldn't get to celebrate Halloween, too. You guys made my day.

<3 <3 <3

So I finished my 12-page play at a little past 3 a.m. this morning, and then went to bed in a last-ditch attempt to stave off my has-been-attacking-cold.

Still not very happy about the prospects for this week, or for humanity as a whole, but since the chances of total apocalypse are very marginal I've decided that I can live with it.

It's indicator of how cynical I'm feeling right now that the main guy character in the story who basically gets a girl to spill her guts about her bulimia turns out to be a reporter who just wants an insider's side for his story. Figures. I wanted something more melodramatic to happen, but I figured having a giant meteor come and killing everyone was a bit too over-the-top for a short play assignment. Boo.

Missed tutoring the kiddies yesterday but wrote a 10-page paper without losing my sanity. A 12-page play to write tonight; current status: Page 3/10. Another long night...

Also, a [very frustratingly] belated meeting with my committee to plan the big elementary school event that takes place this coming Sunday. *Argh of pirate-y frustration* We're already a week late for our budget proposal, don't have about half of our supplies, haven't contacted any of the sponsors involved, don't have enough participants, and don't have any updates. I told them we should have had this done sooner, but no...
( The Panic List )

I've finally calmed down over yesterday *really doesn't know what that was about*

I'm still dead beat, though. My haziness has gotten worse. Today in Tae Kwon Do I felt like I was walking through the hazy steps, and I think I'm going to have to miss seeing the kids at tutorial today before I get any worse.

For the record, I don't know where the self-image outburst yesterday came from. I think I was sort of/am delirious.

There are still 16 pages to go (yes, I still only have 3.5 for my essay and 3 for my play). Got to keep going...

*squeezes head* Just got to get through this week...

I don't know why, but suddenly I'm sitting here at my computer after getting back from the city and I'm so dead tired and ready to just break down and let it all wash over me.

I'm okay psychologically. Even physically I'm mostly okay, even though I mostly want to feel like crap for stuffing my face the entire day, but knowing that it was worth it anyway. Physiologically, I've just come to realize that I've lost more weight than I imagined, and I don't know if that's a good or a bad thing. I'm starting to feel like I'm obsessing over it, but like I haven't done anything to make myself feel bad about how I've been eating lately.

Emotionally, I don't know what I'm feeling. I feel like crying, but it's not all sadness. It's just...there. Being a little bit overwhelmed...

There are people. People I can't stop thinking about, in some form another.

There's still 8 pages of my essay, 9 pages of my play, the quizzes, the oral test at the end of the week, the presentation, the office hours that need to be attended, and the two big events we need to finish planning...

I can't afford to get sick now...I can't afford to be melodramatic...now...

I need somebody real.

Okay, I know I said I'd stop obsessing about food--openly, at least--but I just had to make this because it's cool.


I can't wait to actually make the snail keep moving towards the right :] It makes me feel like I'm running a race...I won't disclaim myself by saying that I'm doing this for health or whatnot, but I am doing it for me and without depriving myself, and I think I'm more in love with food than ever as a result...

( In Other News )

Reasons why school should be renamed the Psychological Slaughterhouse:

( Extensive List Against Acadamia )

I just wanted to say that, even though I'm uber-glad that I have this week "off" (the e-mail my professor sent out to say that our paper due date was extended was literally titled "reprieve"), it still annoys me that I'm lazy enough to turn off my alarm until 7 when I normally need to get up at 5 or 6 to study more.

Ehhh. Personal self-directed pet peeve. >__<

ANNOYED MEMO TO SELF: Just because it's not due, doesn't mean you don't have to meet him in office hours on Thursday and that he will need to be any less impressed by the thoroughness of your ideas, which should've been completed by then anyway!!

(The appropriate tag for this entry would be "kick your/my lazy butt into gear," except I'm too lazy to create a new tag. Go figure.)

Out of the blue today, my professor decided to extend our 10-page paper deadline to Monday (instead of this Thursday)! When he announced it later in class, he said it was because lots of students went to his office hours to ask for an extension, and that their excuses probably weren't better than anybody else's XD Harsh words, but such a kind man! Where is my eternal gratitude icon??

Of course, I don't know how "good" this is, because that means that I'll have to be super-prepared when I go to office hours to see him on Thursday or Friday. Hopefully I don't procrastinate...

( The Corny Tag Line-- )
Over and out from the bright side of the universe!! <3

Is it just me, or are obsessions devious, sly things?

My latest obsession is/was food, but lately I've been becoming obsessed with numbers, too. Take, for instance:

1. My meticulous whiteboard schedule of just what every minute of the day will entail (6:30 a.m. first alarm, 6:40 a.m. second alarm, 6:45 get up, shower etc.)
2. My meticulous food journal document (which I spent like, practically every other minute checking, or at least keep open on my computer)--essentially, calories, times, and foods
3. My meticulous rewriting of my next semester's schedule, even though I already know it by heart
4. My meticulous scheming of the next day's schedule
5. My meticulous planned week's food schedule
6. The fact that I am writing these things during class compulsively

Obsession, you are a devious, sly thing indeed. Anybody want to make me feel better about myself by sharing their latest obsession?

Oh my God. So I just watched "Rent" on tour for the third time. And it was so. Damn. Goooooood!

Okay, so actually this time it was pretty crappy compared to the first two times (we had mezzanine last row, and I think the woman who played Maureen was sick or something), but I'm still so glad that I have awesome friends who want to go all the way to the city with me to watch <3

I must say, though, that I'm still kind of loopy over the thought that I saw Anthony Rapp and Adam Pascal in person twice *swoons* Everything about them is stage performance-amazing (Adam, for one, is much better live and is much better suited to the stage than the camera--Anthony Rapp is pretty much the same as the movie ^^). I mean, not to gloat or anything, but...well, I'm one spoiled and lucky girl!!

I won't even mention the fact that I couldn't stop staring at Adam's arms, even from wayyyy in the back, or that I'm SO glad he cut his hair...

Anyway,  I'm off to listen to more Rent soundtrack now. Rent, you have officially lit my candle!

This moment has been coming for a long time, but I've come to realize that my food "obsession" really needs to stop.

It's not that I'm constantly thinking about food and talking about food and looking at food, even, but that I've let it consume my life. That, and plus the fact that when I looked into the mirror today, I realized that the physical toll it's starting to have on me (which it isn't too late to combat, hence this newfound determination) probably reflects the mental toll, too. So that's why I've decided to put a stop to it before it becomes a real addiction. I hate feeling out of control.

This week is going to be the start of enjoyment instead of constant guilt, but moderation instead of constant obsession.

Summary: The "food" tag is not for everything in life.

Whoever invented the strawberry cheesecake crepe was a genius. A glutton, but a genius.

Yesterday after my midterm, my old floormates and I went out and got dessert crepes. The strawberry crepe was, get this:

A gooey cheesecake filling, sweet succulent strawberry halves, a medium slice of strawberry swirl cheesecake topped with a scoop of mouthwatering cookies 'n cream ice cream, all stuffed inside layers of warm doughy crepe.

...Okay, I probably exaggerated a bit, but it was delectable in every sense of the word! Not to mention huge, and all for $6.08.

Yeah, so my floormate and I are so going for a run sometime...but it was so worth it!

Every year I have midterms, and every year I promptly forget just how nerve-wracking, draining, exhausting, and tolling they can be.

Note to self for future reference: Yes, midterms are instruments of "educational" murder."

Granted, because I do so many papers and all, every year I forget how bad midterms can be (and papers too, for that matter). Now that I've finally taken mine, though, I sort of feel bad for not empathizing more with people who have, say, three midterms in a day.

Ehh. Anyway.

I'm going to submit my story and go keel over on my bed now. *relief* Congratulations, instrument of murder, you've done your job.

I'm so going to eat Taco Bell tonight.