Really? Where?

According to Wii Fit, I have lost 7 pounds since Christmas.

...

I think my household machines are lying to me. It's a conspiracy.

Well, hey, assuming the Wii Fit is correct...16 pounds to go till my first goal.

I hate Britney Spears

What does it say that I am more excited about my new haircut than I was about my date last night?

He was nice, and kept up his end of the conversation. He paid, and listened to me, and was very polite and all. He wasn't ugly or bad smelling.

And yet...I am still more excited about my new bangs.

Fail.

Weirdest day ever(?)

Hey, you know what makes for an interesting Saturday?

Spending all morning curled up in bed with your ex-boyfriend (whose house you spent the night at) watching television and snuggling semi-platonically (look, it's complicated) and then having him drop you home so you could get ready for your date later that night.

You know what makes the entire situation even more ridiculous? Coming in to his house last night at 2am and having to make small talk with his mom who was still awake. Oh, and also, falling down the stairs this morning because you hadn't had anything to eat or drink (that wasn't rum) in over 12 hours. Oh yes, I am a magnificent creature.

I accidentally told Ben about the date too and he kept trying to talk to me about it. Sigh. At least I am in no way hungover or else this evening would be looking so much worse. For my sake, I hope this guy can hold a conversation because my life is awkward enough today.

Gearing up

This is where I run out of words that describe how I'm so damn hurt.This is where I fumble and fold and take what I'm told.

Fishing?

Well, after the absolute atrocity that was Friday night (I really think the lowest I have ever felt was being told by the guy I am crazy about that he "loves me like a sister"), I finally gave in and joined a popular dating website last night.

It was terrifying and hilarious and my results so far are also both terrifying and hilarious. I may not find a new love, but I am going to enjoy this, I think.

Also, I am back on the gym bandwagon. Having a partner in crime really helps get my butt in gear.

Also also, "Arrested Development" is hands down one of the funniest shows ever made.

Tu sonrisa me mata

Tonight I have only one observation:

There is nothing that pudding can't make better.

Undiagnosed

I am fairly certain I have undiagnosed OCD. I know, I know, a ton of people claim to be OCD, but I really wonder about myself.

Every day at work I follow the same routine. I get in, turn my computer on, take my coat off and hang it up, sit down, and take the following items out of my purse (always in the same order - always): wallet, cell phone, glasses, iPod, chapstick. These items sit in the same place on my desk.

My activity sheet at work (where I keep track of how far out I am on my stuff) needs to line up. All my monthlies must be logged out to the same date. Same thing for my weeklies. This is just so my activity sheet is more aesthetically pleasing. It REALLY, really irks me that in our new operating system I can't manually control the colors because having blank spots without color makes me CRAZY. Seriously. Crazy.

I follow the same routines in the shower and when I'm getting ready for bed.

Now, I know, all this still doesn't mean I have OCD. But when any of those routines are messed up even slightly, I get physically agitated. I have actually closed out of my activity sheet just so I wouldn't freak out about not being able to line up the colors.

So, my point is, sometimes I wonder. And, really, would anyone be that surprised if it were true? Really? When I finally get my shit together and make an appointment with a therapist maybe it's something I should look into.

In conclusion, my brain is a special special place.