ready... set...reflect!

i'm sitting in the apartment right now, and there's this big purple ball in the corner... a two-foot ball that matt bought me last time bernat drove me up.

when i woke up the morning after i got it, it was on the floor of the bedroom. i, of course, picked it up and started running around, squealing happily. and then i tried to run out of the bedroom... bad idea. the ball bounced off the door frame, my ass bounced off the door, and i landed face-first on the ball in the hall. fake crying followed.

really, it was hilarious if you were there.

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picked up a bag of pecans last night... 'cause i walked by them, and i wanted them. i am the worst impulse shopper ever. things end up in the cart without so much as a turn of the head sometimes.

okay, i'm not that bad, but the pecans were definitely an impulse buy. when we got them home, matt looked at me and said "we don't have a nut cracker." i was utterly confused. nut cracker? i don't eat pecans with a nut cracker... you don't even need a lighter until you're almost out of nuts...

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yeah, i guess i never really thought about that before. i use pecans to crack each other. the strongest pecan then loses to a lighter ('cause a lighter's stronger, duh). that's how daddy taught me. is this weird?

either way, maybe i shouldn't've taught matt. he tried to crack a pecan and a pistachio (that didn't open). umm... okay.

he got he pistachios when i was cooking chicken a la king.
i love that dish. no joke.
seems to have made matt happy, too.

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before we went grocery shopping (where i got pecans), we went to dinner. we were going to a chipotle we'd never been to, and i was to have my eyes peeled for it. when i saw it, i blurted out "pipotle's!" (i tend to refer to it as "chipotle's" instead of "chipotle." don't ask. i know i'm not the only one...) i guess things come out funny when i'm excited.

if it makes me feel any better (uh, what?), matt said "selth" instead of "self" earlier tonight. like michael did when he was a kid. aww... i have the best brother...

wait... that's not where that thought started...

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so... i'm supposed to be out dancing right now... but between how cold it is outside and the fact that i'm sickish... i'm staying in. but that hasn't stopped me from trying to eat all the food in the apartment.

i was headed to the bathroom last night, and i pulled up my shirt and looked at my tummy... and cracked up. then matt yelled at me... "would you just go to the bathroom?!? you look like you're pregnant!"

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that makes no sense without some explanation. when i need to pee, my lower abdomen swells. visibly. when i eat too much, my upper abdomen swells. get the idea?

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so i've been thinking... i'm going to miss the guys a lot more than i thought i would before. i mean, people have been leaving all along. people graduate and leave me behind. i stopped seeing some people. some people just get busy.

not that i thought the guys were expendable... but i mean, i haven't known most of them that long. i've had close friends for much longer that just disappeared... and it was alright. that, and i didn't think that much about it--it was just something i assumed at the beginning of the semester...

i know what you're thinking... but no, it's not 'cause i've gotten more attached lately... so no, not bonds formed in trauma or whatever... maybe that's why i thought about it, but... yeah... no.

that's all.

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and oh, oh, oh... i have a black 4 gig nano =D

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UPDATE: so the sickish thing... i thought the apartment was really hot. it turns out that the apartment is fine. my core temperature is really low. everything feels hot to me right now. uuh... i'm sure i'll be fine. i think...