"I Smell Sex and Candy..."

I lost Darwinopoly today in my class which was a bitch. I was a male and I didn't get married, but I had the same amount of sex (if not more) as everyone else, and I only ended up with one kid. Sigh. Apparently my sperm just weren't good swimmers.

I redeemed myself from my male slut behavior during the game, by spending the rest of my day engaged in thoroughly wholesome activities. It was quite refreshing. I left work early for once (given that I stayed at the office last night until 9:30 pm, I don't even feel the least bit guilty about it). Chloe and I went to our IMA class for the first time...don't worry we missed the first four classes. Its called Nia and you do it barefoot in one of the studios with dim lights. I initially thought it would be too new age-y for me, but it was wonderfully relaxing and altogether fun. It was like the kind of little-kid dancing that you do at home in your room. Well, let's be honest...that I do at home in my room. Perhaps not everyone lapses into being 6 year-olds from time to time.

Then we made dinner. Not frozen things or pasta. No, we actually cooked salmon and made garlic bread and vegetables. I will probably call my mother and tell her this tomorrow.

Then Chloe and I had a deep conversation about beauty, cultural norms, human psychology, etc., etc., and she ended up describing me as "not overbearing, just kind of a lot to handle," but then she stopped midway through and decided to say, "well, just a lot." I suppose that is true. I should run around with a disclaimer: Dances barefoot around house, likes to start arguments, high energy, a lot to handle. This is true. People don't realize that about me right away though. I think some of my ex-boyfriends only realized that after I dumped them. Whatever. Suckers. Its too bad that I don't like any of them. I seem like the kind of girl who would want to KIT and be life-long BFF's with exes, in all that yearbook message glory. I think I actually am that kind of girl, I just haven't had boyfriends who have been worth the effort.

I am so jaded. Not actually emo, though. There are lots of emo people in my life. I just care a lot about certain things and take things personally, and am slightly dramatic. Emo is a boy kind of depression and wallowing, exemplified in intentionally washed-out pictures with words typed on them in a galactically (yesss! Insert word of the week here!) emo font. Case in point: Travis' old facebook profile pic.

Oh, today was also good because I didn't eat any Skittles. I have been regularly OD-ing on them. I think the sour ones actually cut my mouth.



"Look up, speak nicely, and don't twiddle your fingers."
-Queen of Hearts, Alice in Wonderland