Of course it is. You love me.
Well, now! I'm feeling positively cheerful now! After threats from Mom and pleas from Austin and admonitions from Francisco, I finally forced myself to go out and buy food for myself! I had to look pretty hard to find a place that didn't have many people in it, but finally I found a little cafe that sold Chinese and Korean food. That's what I'm used to, of course, so in I went and got some chicken and dumplings and stuff, and I took it back to my room and ate the whole blame box. I kept telling myself to save some for tomorrow, but it went so fast. Actually, no, I did save some dumplings in the refrigerator. But, yeah! I'm a fatty and I have no self control! Which is, in the grand scheme of things, a good thing, because maybe now I can set myself on the road to health again. I think my ribs were starting to pop out. I feel really proud, too; I just conquered fear and started in on my rehabilitation to normalcy, and man, it shouldn't feel like such a victory, but it is. Whee!
Speaking of Francisco (well, I mean, I mentioned him), he's been such a prop to my old age and a helpmeet to my helplessness and all that good stuff. He Skypes me when I'm lonely, and he texts me every day, and he tries to make me feel better and give me advice. He was trying to tell me how to cook so I won't die of starvation (with varying degrees of success), and he's even nice to Austin (I accidentally set them talking to each other on Skype, did I mention that?). I just really appreciate him, I mean, he's such a good friend to have. It's so nice to feel like he's got my back here and all.
Ew, that was mushy. I'm really a sentimentalist at heart.
Now it's time to annoy you all by talking about Austin! Aren't you happy I decided to come on here tonight? I really am a treasure. Now. It occurred to me that my booboo comprises most of the ideals on which I decided when I was younger than I am now. So, to prove the point, I will faithfully reproduce and comment on an ancient script, lovingly archived from Thursday, July 23 2009:
❤ Hot Gurl, let me tell you...
❤ Tall (taller than me at least) I go up a little past his shoulder. Aww.
❤ Wisecracker Yup.
❤ Not a dumbass (yet he should have just a bit of stupidity about him...) I think that describes him perfectly. The bb.
❤ Popular ★ (yet not a ladies' man) Exactly right.
❤ Somewhat athletic He works out a lot and once I saw him with his shirt off and fjkefjhfjh oh my.
❤ Somewhat musical He sings like a mountain stream and his guitar playing is lovely too.
❤ SDA Okay, no, he's Catholic. But you know.
❤ Nice (he shouldn't be all mushy, just not a total meanie either) Well, he's only a little mushy.
❤ Not be afraid to show his soft side (Not that he ever should! Not a girly man!) Okay, well, he's a bit of a girly man. Like, he spends more time on his hair than I do. And he takes care not to chip his nails. And he has a whole bathroom of products I don't even know. But I mean.
❤ Loyal to his homies (and of course me!) He and his bros are tighter than bananas.
❤ Not a horrible dresser He dresses like Dean Winchester in prep school and it makes my heart sing like a wind in a tree every time I see him.
❤ Likes me the way I are He tells me often that I'm "perfect" and "an inspiration to him."
❤ Confident (not cocky though...) Well, he's not some kind of Damon Wildeve or anything, but he has enough confidence to make him quite attractive.
❤ Not completely unromantic (but not the sort of guy who would keep you up all night caterwauling at your window) jdkhljfhlesrjd
❤ Doesn't give me a bad feeling (He doesn't make me want to get away!) Quite the opposite.
❤ Not interested in doing it If he was, he wouldn't tell me unless I was.
❤ Actually reads stuff (he doesn't have to pore over heavy tomes of War And Peace or The Day Mikhail Piolwska Tragically Died, but he should at least know the alphabet!) Well, I mean, he's not me, but he reads some stuff, and he writes down all the stuff I say I like, so his book list is full of stuff like The Brothers Karamazov and Atlas Shrugged and poetry.
❤ Not selfish He's such a sweetie, really. ♥
❤ Kind of like me We're alike in some ways, but different in others.
❤ Kind of unlike me Oh, there we go.
❤ Likes music (very important!) Shore does.
❤ Doesn't cuss me out Wtf kind of boyfriend did I think I was going to get anyway? Of course he doesn't!
❤ Likes to talk a lot He does. Other times we can sit in nice happy silence.
❤ Doesn't text or call every five minutes (read: not possessive) Hmm, well, he does text me a lot, but that's only because I want to talk to him. If I don't reply, he won't belabor it.
❤ A badass! (but he should be totally nice in his heart! *sigh*) I have a hard time picturing him as a badass, but I suppose he is good at League, so maybe that counts for something.
❤ Doesn't have horrible skin He uses toner, and his skin is almost as clear as mine.
❤ Smart He got 100% on the AP Chem final, so I mean.
❤ Independent Free as an eagle in the sky. But like still attached to his family and all.
❤ Not interested in mean whacked out conspiracy theories (but he should think all the rest are funny) Oh my goodness, these criteria, I don't know... But yes, as a matter of fact, he thinks the more ridiculous conspiracies are vastly amusing.
❤ Interesting I think so.
❤ Someone I can spill my guts to (i.e a true friend. Swoon!) I can. And I do. Sorry, Austin.
❤ Not fat I'm tellin ya he got the body!
❤ Polite/respectful (but I ain't takin' no dick on a stick either! Ya hear?) Always (to me at least) (not to his silly and mannish friends, but they're all guys and are rude to each other, so that's okay)
❤ Doesn't have a name like Ethelbert or Lars Come on now.
❤ Doesn't have glasses Well, he does, but he wears contacts because he thinks his glasses make him look like a nerd. Just so you know, he still looks hot in them. But whatever.
❤ Mixed race (like meeeeeee!) No, sorry! But he does speak Tagalog. Unf.
❤ Likes animals He is a dog whisperer, apparently.
KYAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
So, yes, that's my love story. He really is quite a catch. I JUST WISH I COULD BE SURE HE REALLY LIKED ME! I think I'll text Chris (Kitty's potential beau). He and Austin are good friends, and maybe I can get all the scoop. You know, I really like Chris. He's so relaxing. A lot of the time, I can't be sure if a guy wants to talk to me or to "talk" to me, but with him, it's clear– we're just friendly friends, because he's in love with Kitty, and it's just the best thing. It's like Daisy and Nick or Harry Potter and Luna Lovegood, or like, I dunno, something, but I mean, you don't even know. Anyway, I think I'll ask him what Austin was like when he was dating Jenna or Marie or Alexa, because then I can get a good answer (I can't ask Jenna because she doesn't like me, and I can't ask the other two, because I don't know them well, although that would be better). Yeah, that's what I'll do! Good on you, Jasmine. You got a head on your shoulders all right.
Why am I so thirsty? I keep drinking water, and it doesn't do anything. Maybe I have diptheria. I probably caught it when I was wandering around in the different labs today between classes. The science buildings have nice bathrooms, see, and they're very interesting, and I wanted to look around. I went in the basement of the chemistry building, and it looked very dangerous indeed. I felt like the coolest of the cool down there and remembered fondly my own chemistry days. Then I went to the math building and went to my Logic and Formal Reasoning class and remembered fondly my calculus days, and it was just fun all around.
Oh yeah! Linguistics 2001, i.e Logic and Formal Reasoning, is so interesting! I really like it. There are a lot of people who are taking it to avoid taking the math GE, so I don't know if that's a good sign or not, but there is one other linguistics major in there, and the syllabus looks amazingly cool. There are 17 of us in there, but only three of us are freshmen. The other two are cute guys, yay. There are actually a lot of cute guys here. My opera class is full of them. Very aesthetic, I do appreciate it. These sentences are so short, what am I doing? I need to get some better syntax here or I will be up the creek without so much as a semicolon to keep me company in my paddle-less state.
Maybe teh colleeg will help with that.
Tomorrow I get to sleep in late, and I'm happy about that, but I should probably get to bed anyway. My poor roommate is trying to sleep, and I feel like someday she will get fed up with my antics and I will be alone in the world once again. So, off I go. Goodnight now!
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