I Looked Up More Hip Mobility Stretches Today
It was just very nice not having lab and so during my three and a half hour break today what else was I supposed to do besides watch some people stretch their hips? I have multiple variations for the pigeon stretch now. So productive. Anyway, this past weekend was very interesting. This whole trying to get a job and also pass any possible drug tests shit is really hindering my life but I'm hoping it'll be over soon, you know? Either my drive to be a working woman this summer or like this break from smoking. But that means just drinking and that also leads to going out and on Saturday while we were all getting free pizza through some stunt by this horrible student council president candidate, I saw my volleyball friends there too which for drunk me was very exciting. I think seeing anyone you're friends with but also don't usually drink with while drunk is just a high energy experience. Your sudden lack of social inhibition really gets you talking right out your ass to these people. So anyway, I was eating my free pizza while they were walking in and as soon I saw them I very excitedly said hi and like stood on my stool like just had to get their attention. The best part is that I was talking to one of the girls who is a fourth year and she mentioned how she was jealous of this time I was at a party with one of the other volleyball girls and we got to dance together and we also talked about VB very briefly and we were both like lmao he looked good tonight. Basically me for the first time ever telling one of them at least some of my thoughts about VB. Wild. So then this girl at the pizza place was like I love talking about him I love VB and at some point during this conversation I held her hand while she looked me in the eye and was like I love VB I mean not like that but I love him and I was like girl you're just preaching the choir here let's gossip about him over lunch sometime. Her eyes lit up I think she's about it but unless I'm drunk I'm never gonna act on that suggestion but how fuckin funny is it that VB has the entire volleyball group wrapped around his finger. This white boy has us confessing our love for him at midnight in some pizza shop. Wild.
So it's been like really fucking hot recently thanks global warming. It's not even March yet so this 70 degree weather has got me fucked up like I most definitely have not gone through all my sweaters yet. Sometimes I deem some only suitable for when it's like under 32 degrees, you know, expecting that there will be extremely cold weather at some point in my life but I guess I should've capitalized on any sub 40 degree weather I got because now I've apparently wasted my entire winter without wearing certain sweaters!!! It's just very upsetting. So today while I was making that infamous 500 mile walk to the architecture school for the second time I noticed that walking in my street is not as hot as when I leave my street. I've taken a lot of time to reason through why this is and using my vast knowledge of urban and environmental planning, i.e. that one intro class I got a B+ in, I reasoned that the urban heat island was out to kill me. See, my street has a lot of tree coverage and so it's pretty shady during the day you know? The good news for me is that my overactive sweat glands don't reach that low threshold of heat to start ruining my hair so long as I'm within the confines of my neighborhood but the minute I enter into the rest of the world I'm fucked. The path I take to the architecture school has like no tree coverage. I'm just straight walking on the sidewalk while the asphalt next to me is set on fire by UV rays and the only thing keeping me from accepting my death is the fact that at least I put on my 55 spf sunblock this morning. The sun can take my hair but I would rather die than let it make my acne scars worse. This is not a good trade because the sun actually ruins a lot of things like my pits get sweaty and back sweat like fuck there's just nothing great about this interaction. I would probably be less adverse to the sun if I didn't sweat so easily. I actually think I sweat way too easily it's like, not optimal. So if anyone out there wants to cast a spell so I can like stop sweating all together I'd really appreciate that thanks.
Uhhh, was thinking about writing about Amar's birth chart that we looked up last night and just birth charts in general but I think everyone knows how I feel about that. The stars don't lie to you. They really don't. So I think I'm gonna stop there. Kind of tired, kind of should read my book for class tomorrow, kind of probably won't do shit tonight so this was good enough. As always, stay tuned for the drama of it all.