Lent, Day 22.

Late to accounting, as usual. It's so beautiful outside it's sort of hard to concentrate. Leah and I make plans to go to the beach after class. Paige and I go to Subway after accounting because we have no food in the house except cereal (no lactose-free milk) and chips. Not quite sustainable for a meal.

Paige tells me I look like I got punched in the throat. We get back in the car and I pull down the mirror - sure enough, right on the inside of my collar bone is a giant territorial mark. I really don't mind it, but I know it looks bad. Mental note.

Harry picks me up around 1 and we go to the beach to meet up with Kim. Leah says she'll meet us there later, but she ends up falling asleep doing her homework and never made it. Harry and I shared Kim's sheet and she slept on her beach chair. The weather was beautiful for about an hour, then the clouds started rolling in and it got a little windy and a little too chilly to be nearly bare. Harry and I spent the hour listening to Coldplay and Jack Johnson and just people watching. He's too funny.

I went home and showered before going to Advertising Writing, which was really fucking boring. If I didn't have Words with Friends I would have most likely offed myself by now.

I hung out and watched some new episodes of the Office with Ally while I ate dinner before going over to Harry's. We have two accounting assignments due tomorrow but God knows we're not going to be doing homework on a Thursday night, especially because Gorilla Zoe is going to be at Hattie's, along with reps from Captain Morgan and Jaggermeister. Accounting does not trump everything.

We started to watch American History X, but we both decided we were too tired. We were just about asleep when I leaned up and gave him a kiss goodnight. Then he kissed me back. Then I kissed him harder.

If we weren't tired before we sure as fuck are now. He says he wants me to come to Panama city with them for spring break, which I would if I didn't already  have plans. I spend so much time with Harry already that if I ditched my friends for spring break, I'm pretty sure I'd get spit on. I'm not doing it just for them though, I really do think it's going to be fun in Daytona. I've never been! Hopefully the weather is nice.

Goodnight.

Lent, Day 21.

This whole blogging this is becoming pretty tedious, so I think I'm going to do a lot less writing and a lot more summarizing.

Today consisted of Nutrition, going to the gym and photography. I read on the porch for quite some time and I went to quarter beer night with Paige, Meghan, Max, JP, Jenny and Kim. There were representatives from Quiksilver there so the place was fucking packed. Chris and Jerry got in, which was really weird to see, but I was happy everyone could be there together.

We get back to Harry's and Elio is outside with Maria and Chelsi, waiting on Lauren. Elio says something about me being his girlfriend and Maria and Chelsi go "Oh Harry, this is your girlfriend? Hiiiii nice to meet you!" Blah blah blah. Funny how he doesn't react when they call me his girlfriend, so we go inside and I ask "Do ALL the tennis players refer to me as your girlfriend?" He said "Pretty much, I've been used to it for a couple weeks now." I just laughed and he said "You're going to make me ask it aren't you?" "I'm not going to make you do anything hahaha." "Would you like to be my girlfriend?" "Yep, I think I'd like that a lot."

I've been sleeping really fucking well lately.

Lent, Day 20.

8:30: My alarm goes off. I press snooze and tuck myself into Harry and go back to sleep.

8:35: Damn you alarm! I'm up I'm up. Harry wakes up and puts his arms around me, and then we kiss, and then it's all downhill from there and next thing you know...

9:00: What happened to the past 25 minutes? I have to get up and make coffee and shower, I look like poo. I make coffee for myself and Harry and we wake up at the kitchen table reading TFLN together. There are some funny fucking texts on that site. Some are plain wrong through, just mean, or sad, or both. Ex:
"He started fingering my stomach rolls. Am I really that fat?" Yikes.

9:10: He leaves so I can shower and I quickly get ready for accounting.

10:02: I have been late to accounting for the last four classes, I think. I don't want Knight to think less of me! We're both wearing lime green t-shirts, and he got a haircut, so that cheers me up.

10:30: Knowing Harry's in the same room but I'm not sitting next to him is sort of funny. It's become this big joke that outside of the classroom we're free to do whatever but in accounting it's strictly school (yeah right) so he sits in the back and I sit in the second row. Same seat. He always tells me I look miserable in class, but I'm usually just tired. I actually love accounting, as I've explained a hundred times to you. Who is "you" by the way? I wonder if anyone will/has read this.

10:45: As much as I love accounting, I hate when teachers look at the clock with four minutes to spare and say "Well folks we still have a few minutes left so let's try to squeeze another problem in." No! Four minutes is not enough time to get quality information, just enough to rush through a problem by you telling us what the answers are! When the hell is our second test? I feel like it's been a while since the first one.

11:00: I arrive in Media class with my Sailor Cher documentary and storyboard in hand. Today is just a day to work on In Design projects, so I get to work.

11:40: I was on yearbook in high school, on the business side of it (meaning advertising the book and keeping track of the money), so I never really used In Design to make spreads but I was aware it existed. I'm also decent with computers so I figured this would be my forte.

12:10: I bring Wysocki over to ask him a question and he is immediately confused. "What are you doing?" "I'm trying to make the chart look like theirs but my spacing is off and I can't figure out why." "Are you seriously that far ahead already?" "Yeah, I guess so." "Holy cow. You're seriously so far ahead of the class it's unbelievable." Of course I get snide remarks from the row behind me; "Yeah Sara, you're unbelievableeeee." I hate that. I hate that I do my work at my own pace and get shit for it. I'm sorry if I ruined the curve for the accounting test. I'm sorry if I'm three pages ahead of you on the In Design brochure. I'm sorry you can't stop picking on me for one second in order for you to work on your own shit. Honestly one of my biggest pet peeves.

12:40: I run across a little glitch in the program, because IDCS2 and IDCS4 are different in very minor ways, but sometimes the instructions for CS2 don't coincide. The teacher isn't quite sure what the problem is, so he says I can go and he'll work on it and show me how to do it Monday. Whatevs.

1:30: Jenny, JP and Harry come over for tennis. Paige wants to come along and get some sun but isn't in the mood to play. She's wearing this new dress from Marshall's and it's MAD cute, seriously. So pretty, so springy. I grab my 8-year-old-$15-WalMart-duct-tape-grip tennis racket and we leave for the courts.

1:38: Harry snatches my racket from me in disbelief. "Is this duct tape!?" "Yes." "OH MY GOD, most ghetto racket I've ever seen in my life. Oh my God." I told him if he had another racket I could use he could smash that one. Harry doesn't have anger issues or anything, but he gets very frustrated during matches and always has urges to hit his racket on the ground, but can't because he needs it to finish the match. I told him to get it all out and just beat the shit out of my racket, because he said he had two in the back locker room for me to use.

1:39: He went to town with it against the net pole. He turned it's 0-shape into an 8-shape in 30 seconds flat. I decide I like the racket better this way and we decide to keep it.

1:45: Jenny and JP versus Harry and I. Harry says I'm not as bad as he thought I was going to be, but he still laughed mercilessly at me. I probably did look pretty dumb. He apologizes and says he's pretty impressed, seriously.

2:20: Jenny and I play singles against each other.

2:45: Harry and I play singles against each other.

3:00: Jenny, JP, Harry and I play touch, which is really hard for me because I'm so used to smashing the shit out of the ball in racquetball.

3:04: Jenny and JP leave.

3:05: Paige takes my keys and leaves because she says she's bored. I wouldn't want to be the third wheel either, so I tell her I'll see her at home soon.

3:06: Harry says I have to teach him the accounting homework, and I said only if he taught me how to play tennis, so we have a mini-lesson. He helped me adjust my forehand but my backhand still needs a lot of work. My serves are okay but they're rarely in the box and easily hit. It's such a hard adjustment from racquetball to tennis! But it's a beautiful day and I'm having a lot of fun, and actually learning. He was pretty patient, but I don't know why I was surprised.

5:00: Showered, I need to repaint my nails. I don't know why they've been chipping so horrendously! They're thin and brittle and cracked and I used to have such pretty long nails, I really can't figure it out. My diet hasn't changed tremendously. If anything, I'm eating much better.

5:30: Harry comes over because he left his phone charging on my computer and he feels naked without it. Also, his mom has called twice.

6:30: Paige is at the gym and Harry tells me to come over, so I start to walk over. The Almeria boys are playing Wanker, as usual. It's when you form a circle and kick/bump/pass/head the ball to each other, and whoever fucks it up gets a W, then an A, etc, and whoever gets Wanker first has to go to the front stoop, bend over, and let everyone kick the soccer ball as hard as they can at their ass. If someone misses the target, they have to go join them on the stoop and also become a target. Boys.

6:45: I get to Harry's to find Elio, Dave and Gino hanging out in Harry's room watching TV. This is my first encounter with Elio, and all I know about him so far is he pulled a knife on someone at Hattie's. I give Harry a stick-figure drawing I did of the tennis team, and the guys love it. I almost gave Elio a knife but thought that might offend him. He says it would have been better with the knife, so I make a mental note to add one later.

7:10: I put the cookies in the oven that we never cooked from a couple nights ago and go back into Harry's room to watch TV with the guys. Harry gets up from the couch and Elio takes his place and says "Shh, watch... Hey Harry, what's up?" He has his arms around me and I snuggled into him just as I would to Harry. Harry just laughs that sort of "I will hurt you" laugh, and Elio is satisfied so he gets up.

7:20: The cookies are done and oh my god, they smell like heaven. Harry walked into the kitchen and said "I think I just came." Couldn't have said it better. See, these "cookies" are more like brownie bites.

7:30: All but 2 of the 24 bites are gone. I only ate three or so. Gino and Harry just raped it.

7:40: Gino goes into his room and Harry and I finish watching the Italian job while we play Words with Friends.

9:00: A new episode of House comes on so Harry and I move to the bed for maximum comfort in order to fully appreciate the show. Harry is OBsessed with House, so for us both to be seeing an episode for the first time is very rare. He owns just about every season.

9:40: Between commercial breaks I tease Harry by licking his ear, kissing his neck, running my hands through his hair, etc. He keeps turning over to kiss me but I say "Uh uh uh, House is still on. You know you want to see the end of the episode." He's so torn but he decides to go for me instead. I somehow avoid every kiss he tries to plant on me, diving for his neck and teasing the hell out of him until the commercial break ends.

10:00: House ends. His glasses come off. I could go into detail, but it's for me only.

11:35: THERE HAS TO BE A CATCH. There just has to be! No man can be funny, smart, tall, athletic, witty, sweet, English, and good in bed without there being a catch! It's just not possible. It's not. He has 10 fingers and 10 toes, too. I checked.

11:40: Still just laying there, convinced there has to be something I'm looking over. This is too good to be true.

11:45: We go to Carmello's for some late night snacks. We both got Milkshakes and I got a little bag of Munchies. I am keeping Carmello's in business lately. It's really sad.

12:30: We fool around a little more but mostly watch South Park. That show is SO FUCKING FUNNY I can't stand it! I miss watching it as often as I did at home.

12:35: Goodnight moon. :)

Lent, Day 19.

Sunday summary:

Woke up at Harry's.

Watched Harry's tennis match.

Saw Kita, Alejandro's new dog. Half pit-bull half lab; 2 months old... so fucking cute.

Went to the gym.

Showered.

Family dinner.

Library.

Harry spent the night.

Lent, Day 18.

9:00: Woke up at Harry's again. He claims he might just not go to his tennis match so we can stay in bed all day. His bed is really fucking comfortable.

10:30: Harry drove me home so I could shower and eat something before the match.

12:30: I stayed at the match for a longggg time.

Let's face it, I can sum up today by saying this: I woke up with Harry. I watched Harry play tennis. I fell asleep with Harry.

Lent, Day 17.

8:30: My alarm goes off for accounting and I realize I'm in Harry's bed. I also realize my make up remained on and we had a pretty intense make-out session, putting my hair in a bird-nest-esque state, so I refuse to turn over. He puts his arms around me and it makes me not want to go to accounting. Do you hear that? HE MAKES ME WANT TO SKIP ACCOUNTING! Madness.

9:00: All I keep asking for is a hairbrush. That's the problem with staying at his place! There's three guys there. No brush, no mirror in Harry's room, I have no idea what I look like before I emerge. His bed is so fucking comfortable though, I can't bring myself to move.

9:15: I keep saying we should get up and go to class. He blatantly refuses and says he wants me to stay because I'm keeping him warm. It'd help if he wasn't being so fucking cute. GOD.

9:30: He teases me that the only reason I'm so eager to get to class is to flirt with the teacher and he says I have an old man fetish. He's just jealous.

9:39: Still haven't moved from the bed. Harry says "You're not going, there's no way you're going, even if you left right now you wouldn't make it." I think about it - I still have to go home, change the female stuff, wash my face, brush my hair. I have class in 21 minutes. I take it as a challenge. I demand he drives me home and I use a rubber band to put my hair up.

9:44: I run into my house and immediately start throwing books into my bag and flinging water everywhere as I try to wash my face and brush my teeth simultaneously.

9:52: I have time to run the straightener through my hair and put make-up on, because I'm going to ride my bike.

10:03: Whoops, a little late. Greg sees that I'm wearing the same thing as last night and immediately starts laughing so I just furiously mouth "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you" to him as I squeeze through to my seat.

10:07: Leah tells me I look cute. I laugh.

10:00: Leah tells me I have a couple hickeys. I laugh.

10:15: Class wasn't really class, so much as Knight telling stories of fraud and idiots that attempted to steal from companies. Pretty good stories but I didn't learn that much about accounting. He actually inadvertently explained to us how to properly siphon money out of a company without getting caught. Way to be, Jeffy.

10:45: I text Harry telling him I'm starving. In the rush to get ready I didn't eat a thing. He replies "Me too, get your ass back here." At this point there is nothing I want more than to go back to his house and get back into bed with him. It's just so easy to hang out with him, and he's so fucking funny.

11:00: I bike over to his house and head back upstairs. I tell him he missed the best class ever and it was so exciting and blah blah blah. Harry and I walk over to Carmello's and get some food. He gets a sub and a coffee and juice, and I get Lunchables crackers and a coffee. He always calls me a little kid and he says the Lunchables were not helping my case. He's right but it just sounded so good, and sure enough it hit the spot.

11:30: Gino comes in and asks if we want to go to Flavors. I'm full but I don't mind going and hanging out. Plus, Pete was going and I hadn't really met him yet (he's another tennis player) so I wanted to meet him. Harry and I go over with Dave, Gino, and Pete. I notice immediately that they have crayons and coloring books so I take it over to a table and set up shop. I spill my coffee everywhere. Harry says those are two more strikes on the "I swear you're 5 years old" thing. He's probably right.

11:40: Emily, this girl I met at Alejandro's the other day, serves us our food. She's really cute and super nice. Reminds me so much of Evie, not that you know who that is.

11:50: I finish my artwork and it looks like shit. I really am 5 years old. I couldn't even stay inside the fucking lines with those crayons, seriously. Pete has an Army haircut, with everything shaved but the top, so we start joking about what else we can do with it. We decide we want to make him get "P-Money" shaved into the sides of his head, and Dave offers to pay for it.

12:04: We walk next door to this ghetto, blacks-only (not really) barber shop. They tell us it's an hour and a half wait, so there goes that.

12:14: I ask Harry if we can play Left4Dead2, so he goes over to Mason's to get an extra controller. He's really sweet, have I mentioned that?

12:20: I look around his room, which is decently clean, but decide it needs a little of my touch. I take out everything from his dresser and re-fold it and put it back in.

12:30: We play The Parish until we all die on chapter four. So close! Even though it just restarts you at the safe house, I am so discouraged that I'd rather start a whole new level than try again. I clean the rest of his room including wiping down shelves and counters. He is very grateful. Duh.

1:00: We're making out again. Of course. I feel like all we do is make out because it's just so fucking fun, we're both huge teases so it keeps things interesting.

2:15: We head out because the guys have practice at 2:30 and I want to go to the gym and shower.

2:30: I make some lunch and change into gym clothes before biking over to the gym.

4:05: It's so fucking hard to bike BACK from the gym, because my body is so weak.

5:30: I'm reading on the porch, and in the middle of texting Harry telling him it's a perfect porch day, he walks up. So strange. He was at Skyler's and wanted to see what I was up to.

7:30: Paige gets back from the gym and wants to go to Chik-Fil-A, which is clearly fine with me. I want some GD waffle fries... fo free.

8:00: I end up getting a chicken sandwich even though chicken is clearly poo. We run home so Paige can shower the gym off of her before we go to Alice in Wonderland. I'm thoroughly scared to see it considering Johnny Depp is one of the stars. The first time I ever saw him in a movie, I was about 8 and it was Edward Scissorhands. The only scene that I can remember is when he insists on hugging that poor little girl and he keeps slicing her up and oh god it just scarred me... I do think he's fantastic in Pirates of the Caribbean though, for sure.

9:15: I go to Carmello's for the second time today to pick up a water bottle and some M&Ms for the movie. It's too fucking expensive to buy stuff there! Especially when the movie tickets themselves are like 10 or 11 dollars, fuck.

9:30: We get there early, and thank G, because the line is extending out of the velvet ropes and into the parking lot. I know pretty much everyone here is going to see the 3D one, so Paige and I aren't worried. We get motion sickness pretty easily so 3D just isn't worth the extra 2 dollars to feel extra miserable afterwards. In line I see Gavin and some girl, and they had just seen The Crazies. Gavin said it was the worst movie he's ever seen, and I very much trust his opinion. I text Harry to see what he wants to do after the movie, because he said I should come over when it's finished. I texted him saying "I won't be home until 12 or 12:30, should I come over?" He said "Of course." And I said "I almost feel like I shouldn't stay because you have a match tomorrow." He goes "It's not until 11:30, it's fine, and besides, I like having you in my bed." Sold.

10:00: This movie is already weird. Hamish? Oh god, worst ginger EVER. Ever ever ever. I don't think I've ever met a ginger that I find attractive. Ever.

10:30: Pretty fucking weird, but good. I can't imagine someone seeing this who hasn't seen the original though, it's confusing enough when you know what's going on!

11:36: The movie's already over? I swore it was longer. It was good! Just really weird.

12:00: I grab a hairbrush, change into sweatpants and bike over to Harry's. I quietly creep in and sneak up the stairs so I don't wake up Dave or Gino. They may not even be home but I'd rather be courteous than not. I go around the corner of the stairs to find Harry half-naked and brushing his teeth, whom proceeds to choke on his toothpaste... didn't mean to scare him!

12:15: We watch South Park for a while before dozing off. I remember him asking me "Why are you the same on your period? You're not bitchy or anything." I don't really know. I do get very irritable, but he never does anything that pisses me off in the first place, so he's just exempt from PMS. Lucky man.

Lent, Day 16.

10:15: Well, there goes Nutrition. Why didn't my alarm go off? Why do I feel so completely awful? I jump out of bed and run to the bathroom because I feel some nose-stuff about to drop on my pillow... sick. My lip hurts, what the hell? I look in the mirror and find it's black and blue. Harry bit my lip a couple times but not hard... what in God's name? Oh perfect, a little hickey to go along with it. I look like I beat myself up, and coincidentally feel like it too. I decide I am going to also skip Photography and spend that time eating, resting, and showering. I have to do SOMETHING today, and photography class is just not going to be that something.

12:00: I am showered and feeling tons better, so I leave and go to school to get some homework out of the way of this weekend. I am fully prepared to sit in the library until 8PM working on my field production project of Sailor Cher.

12:12: Of course, there's a class in the classroom I want. Fucking Helena Sarkio, you might remember her from my Current Events blog. I hate her and her long scary braid-whip that resides on her head. Oh well, I can work on my Nutrition and Advertising on a PC until it lets out.

12:22: I have to work on a PSA for my Advertising Writing class, choosing a topic from adcouncil.org. I choose "High School Drop Out Prevention," because at my brother's rate who knows if he's apart of that statistic. 7,000 kids drop out every day! That's one in three kids not graduating. I must have grown up in a particularly ambitious town, because that doesn't seem accurate to me. Anyway, the US Armed Forces started Boostup.org, which just promotes "giving a boost" to those who don't seem motivated. I create a 30-second TV ad and wonder what I'm going to do my campaign project on. I think I'm going to stick with Bud Select 55, because it does have some problems being accepted by the general alcohol consumer public, and I'd like to work on its image.

1:10: I COULD do my selected project for Nutrition, but considering it's really fucking hard/tedious, and it's "selected," meaning "optional," I'm clearly just going to not do it. I already am doing fine in the class. I don't need extra points.

1:20: I'm hungry, so I decide to go get some food before starting on Sailor Cher. I find Bo and JP on the bench, so I sit with them awhile. Bo has a tennis racket and I have my iPod in, so I start strumming. To rap. Doesn't really fit, but a couple people complimented me on my musical skills. College is funny. Bo is turning 21 on Saturday, so looks like I'll be going to his house for a kegger - sounds fun! They were my closest friends when I started college, then we just drifted apart because they lived on the island and I was a freshman in the dorms with no car. I love them all to death though, so I'm really excited about seeing everyone.

1:25: Bonus walks by and says he wants chips, so I go to the student center with him to get food. There's so much shit in there we get overwhelmed and end up getting pita with hummus, him an apple juice (or "AJ" as he calls it), me a Mocha Frap in a bottle and a thing of peanut M&Ms. I'm on my period, back off.

1:29: We go to the West Lawn and enjoy the sunshine. It's not particularly warm out but it's hard not to enjoy a random picnic in the beautiful sunlight with a friend you rarely see, you know? Lili walks past me into the library saying she's about to go work on the Sailor Cher project, too. I tell her I'll meet her in there.

1:50: Bonus has to go to class, so he leaves, but I see Jessica walking back to the dorms. I stop her and compliment her on her outfit. We somehow get on the topic of her taking some classes this summer, and inquires staying in my room if she pays my portion of the rent. Clearly that is more than okay, considering the less money my parents have to spend, the happier they will be. She said she'll talk to her parents and Alix about it, and get back to me. Bomb!

1:58: I find Lili in the back corner of the computer lab, with her roommate/suite-mate Felicia. Felicia is loudly talking on the phone about some fancy study abroad trip, so I put my iPod in. Of course I don't want to be doing this, so I procrastinate a little by cleaning up my flash drive, playing Words with Friends, checking the weather, blah blah blah.

2:09: Lili is complaining loudly about Final Cut. If she's having trouble, I probably will, too, so I decide to actually start.

2:15: Lili says she has to leave and go to class, but will be back around 4:15. As soon as she leaves it only takes me about 45 minutes to do the entire thing. All I need to do now is find a cool music bed, burn it to a DVD and make the storyboard to accompany it. Cakeeee, bosssss! Also a show.

3:10: I ride my bike to the bank to deposit Paige's electric check and get money out for tonight. I have been spending so much money on going out, it's nuts. It's not even like I drink every time I go out, I've just been going places with cover charges. I can't wait to go home and workkkk; income is comforting.

3:30: I walk Jim's photography syllabus and his glass pan back to his house. It's been sitting on the stove for a while and it's not bothering me but he's too lazy to come get it and no one in the house is going to ever take it over there, so I just decide to get it out of the way. I knock on the door before opening it and saying "Hello?" I hear Jim's music but no one answers, so I just go put the papers on their coffee table and put the pan on the kitchen counter and leave. He probably legitimately didn't hear me, but if I can sneak in and out of there without bothering him, that's probably best.

4:00: I settle down on the porch with a book and a CD. I am determined to read all of Christopher Moore's books this year, so I am currently on Practical Demon Keeping. It's pretty funny, but there's a lot going on so it's sort of hard to keep up with all of the characters' individual lives. I'm sure they'll all start tying together a little better towards the middle/end of the book... hopefully.

6:30: James comes over to upload the pictures from his birthday to Facebook, considering I can't do it and he's been dying to seem them. They are pretty fucking funny, to be honest. I reheat some old pasta and eat "dinner" while he laughs through the pictures. Why am I never hungry for dinner? I want to shove food down my throat so I don't get hammered tonight, but I am legitimately full after four forkfuls of angel-hair spaghetti.

7:00: James leaves so I settle back down on the porch and keep reading my book.

7:30: I have a lot of time to kill, so I'm going to go finish my Crest White Strips once and for all. I only have two sets left, and you can do them back to back, and I'm going out tonight, so why not?

7:35: They feel pretty slimy, but as long as I'm not trying to talk or drink or anything, they're pretty unnoticeable.

8:02: On go the second set. My teeth are going to be fluorescent by the time I'm done with them. I get my laundry out of the dryer and put my bed back together. I am a very tidy person but I have a bad habit of not being clean. Example - everything is ALWAYS in its place, but I only wash my sheets maybe three times a semester (unless needed, if you know what I mean), and I dust/vacuum maybe once every two months. I really need to work on that, it's sort of gross.

8:32: Second set comes off and I could smile for days with these babies! Good work, Crest. Totally worth the $15. Seriously not a bad deal considering you get like 28 sets (2 weeks worth).

9:00: It's sort of chilly out so I fold up the blanket and turn the music off on the porch and put my book back on the shelf. I then notice the living room is sort of disheveled, so I put it back together. This leads to me putting together the dining room, and the front room, and unloading the dishwasher, and cleaning the counter... it's seriously just like a domino effect. I can't help it. Oh well, it really doesn't have a bad effect on anyone. Everything's just clean all the time. Although I have a habit of putting dishes in the dishwasher before people are done with them... but that's not the end of the world.

9:20: I decide I'm not going to get all fancied up, because it's cold and I just want to be comfortable. All I'm going to do to get ready is re-straighten my hair, reapply my foundation and change from these ratty sweatpants and Uggs into leggings and Uggs. I don't care if people don't think they're pants - they're not see-through, and I'm not 200 pounds, so it's no worse than if I wore really tight jeans. And they're the only thing I can wear with Uggs because I have the "cankle" curse of the Hines family, which makes it very fucking difficult to shove all the extra material from my jeans (because I'm also short, of course) into Uggs or boots or the like. Leggings are the only option, and it's cold, and I want to wear my Uggs, so everyone else can shut it.

10:20: Kim finally arrives and we go back to her place so she can change and put some make-up on. She had been helping Matt with his homework, so I don't mind. He's an academic probation for the second semester in a row, so he really needs to do well.

11:03: We get there and people are mumbling about the ATF (Alcohol Task Force, I think) being there. The bouncer says, "Sorry ladies, we're being pretty strict about IDs tonight because the ATF is out, so if I could see your IDs please..." I hand him my wallet with the piece of photoshopped paper shoved in it and he looks at it, looks at me, and says "Have fun, darling!" and ushers me in. Yeah, really laying down the law, boys.

11:10: Vodka sprite, thank you very much. Definitely still biker week. The one thing I like better about Tuesday nights here is that there's way more light. I don't really get it but they turn all the lights off inside on Thursdays... I can understand it being that way on the dance side, but... whatever, it works for them I guess.

12:14: Generally normal night, hanging out with Kim, Greg, Tim and Harry in the gazebo upstairs. Tim all of a sudden leaves.

12:30: Found Tim! Grinding on Teresa on the dance floor haha he was seriously getting DOWN. Like, his knees may or may not have been touching the ground. Tim is fucking hilarious.

12:45: Kim goes home and Harry and I decide to go outside for a bit to cool off. It's also really funny to watch the entrance because it's pretty entertaining most of the time. Sure enough, some guy comes flying out the front door and is immediately body slammed to the ground by a couple bouncers and put into a chokehold. He was probably starting shit with someone in the bar.

12:59: The guy is literally still struggling against the bouncers! They're SITTING on him! Just fucking give up you prick!

1:03: Told you you should have given up, now you're in handcuffs. Way to go. It just sucks that I never saw his face! I was really curious.

1:20: Some ugly blonde bitch runs up to the bouncers with blood running down her face complaining that someone punched her. If a guy hits a girl, that's not cool, but she must have been doing something really fucking bothersome. I don't want to say she deserved it, per say, but I think she probably had it coming. Her friends are freaking out too. The bouncers don't give a shit, it's not their problem, they didn't see anything happen.

1:35: The bitches are still freaking out, trying to insult them but failing. This fat brunette goes "YEAH. YEAH JUST STAY HERE AND LIVE YOUR LIFE IN ST. AUGUSTINE! YOU FUCKING FUCKHEADS!" Is she really trying to imply that living in St. Augustine is a bad thing? It's a bomb ass place with a college, a beach, and a bunch of bars. She can go fuck herself.

1:40: Ryan, bless his heart, drove JP, Tim, Harry and I back. I decided to just sleep at Harry's because... well, I don't know. He's cute and stuff.

2:40: SUCH a good kisser; can't standdddd it.

Lent, Day 15.

7:45: I wake up in Kim's bed with a crick in my neck - she sleeps with tons of pillows, holy shit.

8:20: We make some Dunkin Donuts coffee and watch the Today Show for a little while to wake up some before we leave.

8:30: She drops me off at my house and I immediately change into my giant Flagler hoodie, leggings and Uggs. Favorite outfit ever. I look like a fucking homeless person when I wear it but comfort triumphs looks every single time.

9:30: I get to school early to work on my commercials for my Bud Select 55 package. People already see me out enough, printing out pages and pages of beer advertisements and articles aren't helping my alcoholic case. (I really don't drink much though, maybe twice a week, if that.)

10:00: Accounting! Oh, how I've missed you. Words with Friend is ruining me though! I played the entire class, and didn't really pay much attention.

11:00: Media, in the TV studio. We're assigned a 15-minute spot that we have to fill with a segment or two and some b-role. Not that hard, except it has to be able to be played any time of the year. There goes a news or fashion segment. I choose to handle Chyron, because it's computer related and has nothing to do with writing the script. After directing most of the last project, I want a back-seat position.

2:30: I go to the tennis match, and it went from 42 and cloudy to 55 and sunny. Gorgeous. Paige and I walk into the courts and Tim, Harry's teammate, taps him in the leg and goes "Sara's here." and he immediately turned around and smiled at me. So cute!

3:00: Meghan and her friends show up and later Jordan wanders in. Meghan, Jordan, Paige and I talk about Jordan's new relationship and what his opinions on it are. She's really smart, and really nice, but her looks throw you off a little. He explains to Meghan and I that looks don't matter to him, and it's really all about the personality. Jordan is way deeper than I pegged him for.

4:30: I'm still talking to Jordan about life and his views on everything. He explains that Jim and I seem to have dated out of convenience, even though we're not really the same person and don't have that much in common. We saw each other every day and had a decent attraction towards one another so the relationship was convenient. He explains that Harry and I seem a lot more natural together. Jordan is incredibly interesting, let me tell you.

4:35: I run to school, realizing I haven't finished my project for my 5PM class.

5:25: We're already out. This class is supposed to end at 7:30! I'm not complaining, but seriously!

5:45: I go back to the tennis courts to see Dave finish up his match. Harry comes over and sits next to me and we talk to Ryan for a little bit about Ww/F and how I beat him. Ryan is very frustrated that I just started playing and I've already beat him, Shuffel AND Harry. Skills.

6:00: I go home to eat dinner and get my things together to go to Harry's and do accounting homework.

7:50: Harry picks me up in someone's Mercedes and we go back to his place. (I say "someone's Mercedes" because his Scion has yet to move from it's parking spot on Carrera because HE CANNOT FIND HIS KEYS.  It's been sitting there for at least a month.)

8:20: We do accounting for maybe a half an hour before we decide a need a study break. Gino announces there's cookie dough in the fridge and I sprint to the kitchen and pre-heat the oven. I'm definitely on my period. Gino yells down the hall to us "Sara needs to come over ALL the time. She cooks and cleans and gives us Valentine's cards!" This makes me feel good and Harry unwillingly agrees that it's been nice having me around more.

9:15: We put the cookies in the oven and go pick out a movie. The study break just turned into cookies and a movie. Fine with me! I pick "My Best Friends Girl" because Harry says it's hilarious and I've never seen it, so why not?

9:25: Cookies are done! Holy shit they're delicious. We start the movie.

9:45: We move to the bed because I can't get comfortable on the couch.

10:20: WHY AM I ON MY PERIOD? WHY DOES GOD HATE ME?

11:00: We keep watching the movie.

11:30: SERIOSLY WHY THE FUCK AM I ON MY PERIOD? Torture. Pure fucking torture.

11:59: Kind of strange how much I like this kid already.

12:15: I am exhausted and have an 8AM so he takes me home and I pass out immediately.

Lent, Day 14.

4:30: What the fuck is that rumbling? The train is usually never that loud.

4:40: It's really fucking hot in here, what is that whistling noise?

5:00: When did I turn my fan on? Honestly, why do I have my fan and my heater both on? I get up, turn the heater off and get back into bed. I am very uncomfortable in my sheets and wiggle around for a while.

5:15: Huge flash. Either my stalkers is not being subtle with his camera or it's lightning. I think the weather IS supposed to be shitty today...

5:30: Was definitely lightning. And the rumbling was thunder! Ah, makes sense.

5:35: I should just get up. I'm completely awake and uncomfortable and I'm getting up at 6:30 anyway.

5:40: I'm going to get up in five minutes.

6:30: The alarm goes off... I guess I fell back asleep. I had the weirdest/creepiest fucking dream, because it was so realistic and something similar has already happened to me. If I wouldn't think about stuff so fucking much I think I'd have much more peaceful sleep.

7:04: Drinking coffee and looking through my online banking, I realize I have a lot of money I need to pay today. We'll see how that goes. Why do I feel like crap? Not only is my voice still the voice of a crack-smoking whore, I now have a cough whenever I breathe in too deeply. It's probably something to do with my allergies, so I take a Zyrtec.

8:00: Nutrition seriously fucking sucks, especially because now I don't need it anymore. For some god forsaken reason, communications majors have to take a science, and Nutrition was the only one without a time-consuming lab, but it was also only offered at 8AM. Win-lose, just like everything else. It's incredibly boring 90% of the time, and the one day I skip we make butter. Not riveting but definitely more exciting than usual. I just wish I could have decided earlier that I didn't want to be a communications major, because I could have avoided taking COM 215 also (Media).

9:15: I drop of my rent on the way to the gym, and then play Words with Friends as I go 2 miles on the elliptical, then do arms and abs. I absolutely love working out, it's just a matter of getting myself to the gym. I go a LOT more in the summer, because my gym at home is much nicer.

11:00: We spend the class learning about how to properly critique photos, and we are given our next assignment. Pinhole/toy cameras is the new subject, which basically is a challenge to see if you can still take good pictures without a fancy camera. He suggests cell phone cameras, which works for me. I already have some pictures on my cell phone that I can use. The thing is only 1.3 megapixels, which is pure shit just in case you didn't know.

1:30: Kim comes over to sit on the porch with Ally and I, and she's clearly stressed out. She's on her period and is upset and wants to get ice cream, so I grab my camera and we go walk down to Kilwin's. We took the long way home, hitting side streets and the fort for some photoshoot-ing. I wish I knew how to properly upload pictures to this freaking blog, because I'd post some of my work. I always just end up fighting with the HTML so it's not worth it. If you know how, enlighten me, please.

4:00: I go home and shower for Phi Alpha. Kim decides she wants to go to Hattie's and I had very clearly not showered all day, so I decided to just get ready before out meeting just so that I'm not rushing afterwards.

8:00: The meeting goes well, but is very quick. I really need to go shopping for a white dress and khaki shorts or something. Khaki is VERY unflattering on me, but oh well. I dropped a total of $60... $75... $85.75 at the meeting tonight. $60 for second semester dues, $15 for the golf tournament polo and $10.75 for the Bachelor Bid t-shirt. Jesus titty-fucking Christ, this thing is expensive. I have made some new friends though and I've been giving back to the community so I guess that's what I'm paying for? What?

10:00: Kim and I leave to go to Hattie's. I forget it's biker week.

11:00: Pretty normal, uneventful night. Pretty empty, actually, but there are a lot of friends of mine there: Raleigh, Guillermo, Alejandro, JP, Jenny, Kim, Jim, Chaz, Meghan, her two friends from out of town, Mike, and a couple others. Of course Harry's there, too.

11:25: I NEVER get offered drinks. Like, not open ones, but people buying me ones. Two guys introduced themselves to me, Tom and Tyler, and they both offered. Even the bartender offered to buy me a drink. Why does this happen on a night I DD? Why? Oh well, I still have this cough bullshit so I probably shouldn't be drinking anyway.

11:45: Chaz begins explaining the male and female g-spots and how to correctly stimulate both. Chaz and Kim are hitting it off. Hilarity shall ensue.

12:30: Jenny and Mike are rocking the beer pong table (4-0) when a biker comes up and whispered sweet nothings into Jenny's ear. Her boyfriend, JP, should be saving her, but he just stands on the sidelines and laughs. Sort of funny. Apparently, the "sweet nothings" he whispered to her were "Hey sexy mama, wanna take a ride on my bike tomorrow? Maybe even leave the bike part out?" YIKESSSSS. Go back to the hole you crawled out of you assless leather chaps wearing toothless grinning motherfucker!

12:45: Where is Raleigh?

12:52: Raleigh stumbles back upstairs and is weaving and honestly looks like he's going to puke at any moment. I get up and back up because I would NOT handle vomit-covered clothing very well, especially since I'm staying the night at Kim's. Raleigh runs outside with the help of Alej and pukes over the side of the balcony. Harry finds this hilarious and records a video on his iPhone.

1:14: Where is Raleigh now? Alejandro runs in laughing and drags me outside to show me something. He points off the balcony and I hesitate, wondering if he's going to be showing me Raleigh's vomit. Even better - wrapped around the bottom of a palm tree, fetal position, is Raleigh in all his passed-out glory. That's what you get for drinking since 6PM on a Tuesday!

1:16: I show Harry and Jenny, and of course Harry shoots another video and deems it Facebook-quality film. Highest honor.

1:30: Harry and I play beer pong against Guillermo and JP and somehow win. Mostly because of Harry. His arms are longer than mine.

1:45: I leave with Kim and take Harry home. He's a cute kid.

2:15: Kim and I curl up with the TV and some water and pass the fuck outttt.

2 weeks of lent officially completed! Still don't miss it. I'm starting to wonder if I'll only go online to upload pictures now and then.

Lent, Day 13.

9:30: I would be excited that I got to sleep in an extra hour on a Monday... but it's because accounting was canceled, which I'm clearly not happy about. My teeth hurt really bad from my retainers and I still have no voice... it's one of those days.

11:00: Media. We spend TWO HOURS going over about 3 steps on an In Design project. It's really fucking annoying how computer illiterate people are. It's 2010! If you don't know how to use Adobe products. You're behind. If you still can't use them WITH step-by-fucking-step instructions, you clearly are either retarded or worthless.

11:10: Bill informs me that Michelle had sex with Jim three days after we broke up. Great! That is now at least 3 girls he's slept with since we broke up! I don't care! Not to be rude to the people that keep informing me of Jim's sexual habits, but newsflash: Him and I are broken up. I do not want to be with him. I would love to be his friend but he's clearly making that impossible. His STD-ridden sexual experiences are HIS sex stories. I don't want to hear them. I am not jealous. I am not mad. He is single and can get as drunk and have as much sex as he wants! Go nuts!

12:50: I am PMSing and need to get out of this shithole full of incompetent monkeys. I go to the Career Services office and decide to change my major, officially. I decide it will cheer me up, and I am SO right. Not seeing "Communications" anywhere on my major/minor list is so relieving and I am pretty sure I'm capable of backflips right now.

1:15: I join Paige on the porch for some sunny-weather cuddling. Not quite warm, but still a beautiful day.

1:30: I convince Paige to take a study break and let me take some pictures of her for my photography assignment. We have a lot of fun and take shots in her bed, on her floor, on her car, on the porch, and against the house. She's really fucking pretty with blonde hair and light eyes so of course the pictures come out nice. Photoshop will make them even nicer.

3:30: Paige and I go to Smoothie King to visit Ally for a free smoothie. Slim-and-Trim Chocolate Banana... mmm.

4:00: Therapy! Haven't been here in a couple weeks. I actually almost forgot I had the appointment, which I suppose is a good thing. Before, I would look forward to the appointment because I was an unhappy mess and thought I needed answers from an outside source. Today, I was in a good mood and happy with my life and not thinking about it at all. I just happened to look in my little Vera Bradley pouch for something and see my appointment card. I would have felt like an ass if I didn't show up.

4:45: The therapist advises me to tell Jim to get tested for STDs next time he speaks to me. I laugh at how that would go over.

6:00: Harry comes over! First time I've seen him all weekend, and we definitely caught up. We have the most open, random, outrageous conversations and I love it. He's hilarious and doesn't judge me at all, and we can (and almost have) talk about anything and everything and nothing it out of bounds. It's a lot of fun, and I feel pretty comfortable with him. I shared a lot with him, and he shared a lot with me.

8:00: I BEAT HARRY AT WORDS WITH FRIENDS! He is very upset and cannot believe it happened. Like, legitimately, too. He was winning until the very end and I pulled some nice words out of my ass. He's seriously upset so I kiss him to make him feel better. Good kisser, really cute in general.

10:00: I decide I should probably go to the photo lab to edit and print the photos that are due in 12 hours. Nothing gets done without the pressure of procrastination and deadlines.

11:05: I smell like Harry. This is a good thing.

11:40: I leave the photo lab with more than enough prints. Hopefully someone will help me choose which ones to narrow the selection down to. I AM TIRED and have an 8AM tomorrow. FML. Still in a good mood though, goodnight!

Lent, Day 12.

8:45: I at least FELT like I slept in... I guess that happens when you hear your roommate leave for work at 6:45 and fall back asleep.

10:45: I spent most of the morning doing laundry, uploading last night's pictures and I finished what I could of my new picture wall - looks like I'm going to have to order new prints. Snapfish is a beautiful thing - every so often they realize business is slow and do a 50 prints for 50 cents deal. Amazing.

3:30: Ally gets home from work and announces that she bought a new couch. I was confused - how did she manage to just bring a couch home from work? She explains it was $15 and is still at Goodwill, waiting to be picked up. Paige and her go back to get it.

4:00: THIS THING IS A MONSTROSITY, HOLY POO.

5:30: After tons and tons of rearranging, the house looks relatively the same minus all of the scratches on the hardwood floor... OrangeGlo!

7:15: Family dinner! Paige makes chicken enchiladas, which I also made when it was my turn, but hers were mad good and 100 times better.

8:30: I go to the library to spend time with Kim. She's stressed and I'm bored. We have some good laughs.

9:30: Jerry and Jim are still over, watching 16 and Pregnant with Ally and Paige, so I watch for a bit. These girls are seriously fucked up and stupid. Clearly they're stupid if they're 16 and pregnant, but just as a clarification, they're dumb as fuck.

Pretty uneventful day!

Lent, Day 11.

11:00: I never fucking get to sleep in. I am so happy that I get out of bed with no problem.

11:04: I don't feel like making food so I open the Cheeseystix box and eat the last stick. Pretty gross since it's been sitting there for 12 hours but it's just cheesey bread, whatever.

11:06: I hear water dripping and realize it's raining outside. I know Paige and Ally had planned on going to the baseball game, but I suppose that's a no-go now. I decide to spend this rainy day tidying up the house and re-decorating my room. If we're staying here a whole 'nother year, I want to fix up my room a bit.

11:15: I spend time taking down pictures and posters that don't match my room (everything is white, black and lime green. Pretty calming environment actually).

1:00: I get in the shower and sing to Club Cutz, which is this 90s techno CD my dad would always play when I was younger. Oldies but goodies.

2:00: I have a coffee and a PBJ. Am I 30 or am I 10? I really need to make up my mind.

4:30: Paige wakes up from her after-school nap and Kim comes over to take a little study break. We talk about periods and pimples. Awesome. Sometimes I really hate being a girl.

5:00: Paige and I leave and visit Ally at work. AJ is there getting a smoothie and informs us a kid we go to school with went crazy and was dropped off at the insane asylum by his roommates. They found coke and X in his system, and he had been carrying a knife everywhere with him. Literally, sleeping with it, showering with it, and they think he killed his dog. What the fuck! I've talked to him... several times! He seemed normal... I guess you never really know someone, huh?

5:15: WalMart, home of the classiest, cleanest, most polite people in America! Also, my voice is really fucked up and I can't say anything in a high octave and when I laugh I squeak. Losing my voice?

6:00: The lady at the self-checkout stand was such a fucking nosy cunt bitch. YES I scanned my paper towels. YES we got the milk. Holy fucking shit, get your head out of your encrusted asshole and approve me to not bag my item. I don't need to be babysat. Especially at fucking WalMart. The people next to me with the pink booty shorts and the tramp stamp and the baby need to be watched much more than I do.

6:30: Gymmmm. Paige gave up a few things for lent, but the only thing she's really stuck with is going to the gym every day. She has this theory that she must kill herself each time she goes, because there's no point of getting all dressed and going there, then half-assing it. I agree. What I'm getting at is that I really like working out with her now because since she stays longer I am forced to stay longer and do more cardio and abs.

7:30: Leftover spaghetti squash with parmesan and leftover cheese pizza. Odd, but so good.

8:30: I change, reapply make-up and start putting up my new picture decor in my room. It's a work in progress but it's going to be way fucking better than the other shit wall, considering sticky-tac and heat don't mix well, and all of the shit was curling / falling off the wall.

9:15: Kim and Dre swing by to pick me up for James' birthday party.

9:30: James is already very drunk, as is Bonus. I called Bonus to inform him that we were there and he answers the phone by saying, "HOLD ON I'M SINGING -- hasjai iiiii hakjsdhhiii agggggrhrhhoaaaaa!" This literally went on for three minutes, so I just hung up and went inside because I was cold and I wanted to start drinking and taking pictures. I brought my SLR with me because I never take pictures anymore and what's better to take pictures of than friends and a birthday party? Well, a lot of things, but I just wanted an excuse to use it.

10:30: By this point I'm at a perfect buzz and I'm talking to everyone in the room. I am a social fucking butterfly when I drink, and I don't know where the confidence or interest comes from, because sober I would know that half the people I talked to are people I can't deal with in everyday life.

11:30: James' shirt is off. I tell some girl I see her in the gym every day and I want to know how she's so skinny. She tells me Cheez-Its and Ice Cream are her secret, and she's not joking. I REALLY want to be her now.

12:00: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES WOOOOOO YAYYYY BIRTHDAYYYY!

12:30: Jenny, JP, Meghan, her two friends, Jess, Alix, Danielle, Brittany, Ali, Chris, Jerry and Jim all come back to Meghan's place to chill - James' was filled with people we didn't know and they were all far more drunk than us.

12:55: Jess, Alix, Brittany, Danielle, Ali, Chris, Jerry and Jim all leave to go home.

1:30: Jenny and JP drop me off at home before they go to Taco Bell. Overall, fun night! Will upload pictures tomorrow.

Lent, Day 10.

8:00: What the FUCK happened last night? Holy shit, Harry's in my bed. Am I wearing clothes? What the fuck is going on?

8:01: After rubbing my eyes I see my clothes and jewelry in a large pile against my wall. Why don't I remember anything past midnight? Why does my phone say I talked to my mom at 12:34 AM for 4 minutes? I HAD ONE DRINK. I LITERALLY HAD ONE DRINK AND A SIP OF A SHOT.

8:05: Harry feels me stretching and wakes up. I don't mind that he's there, but I am curious whether or not we slept together. He tells me nothing happened, then asks me how we got home. He doesn't know either? What the fuck? How DID we get home? Good god.

8:07: He decides that Yogi, a kid on the tennis team, took us home because he didn't drink last night. I get a text from my mom saying "How are you feeling drunkard????" I assume she just received the voicemail, so I called her to ask what I said. I've done this before but I still feel bad, she's one of my best friends but she doesn't need to be drunk dialed.

8:10: I'm talking to my mom when Harry laughs at something I said. My mom hears him, knowing I'm in my bedroom, and asks "Who's there?" I said "...Ally." She goes "Who else?" I tell her fucking everything anyway, so I just tell her Harry's there but that nothing happened. Not that she's the boy police, I'm in college and can do what I want, but I know she wants assurance that her daughter's not a whore. I'm not.

9:20: I put my clothes back on from Hattie's because I'm still drunk and don't feel like showering. My outfit is boots, lace tights and a black mini dress. Classy.

9:30: I make Harry and I coffee and bagels and we sit at the kitchen table with Ally and Paige and talk about last night, since neither of them went. Recapping. One of my favorite pass-times. I suggest we leave to go to class, which is at 10, but I get shit for "just wanting to be there early so I can eye-fuck the teacher." He's cute for an old guy and he's really fucking funny! I don't want to DO him! Jesus.

9:45: I suggest we leave again. Apparently it's still too early because it only takes 6 minutes to get to campus.

9:53: We finally leave.

10:00: We're not there yet.

10:03: Harry and brace ourselves outside of the classroom's door. We know 90% of the class, and they have a vague idea that something is going on between us. I'm wearing hooker boots/tights and Harry has no backpack. I have not washed my face and still have silver eyeshadow on. I am ALWAYS in my seat 10 minutes before class starts and he is always 2 minutes late.

10:03:20: Called it. We get the typical 3rd-grade "OoooOoooOo" noise from half the class, Leah starts laughing and Greg goes "Where were YOU two last night?!" The teacher looks at us, raises his eyebrows at Harry as if saying "Hey man, niceeee." and goes back to taking attendance. I find my way to my seat next to Leah and Harry goes to his seat in the back. Both of our faces are beet-red and Leah is laughing so hard she's crying. FML, right?

10:20: I wake up on my desk to talk of FIFO and LIFO accounting systems, whatever. Go back to sleep.

10:30: Wake up for real this time and start playing Words with Friends under the table to keep me awake. I am listening to the teacher and the students asking him questions about the concepts, and this almost upsets me. Here I am, still drunk, have been asleep for 30 minutes, and I fully understand the concepts. These other kids have been up since 8, have showered, are sober, and are fully awake, and they can't tell their left foot from their right one. Depressing.

10:49: I ask Professor Knight if the new accounting major plan has been approved. It has! Hooray! I will officially change my major and advisor next week officially! I'm so excited.

10:50: Harry and I leave class together and I prepare to part ways and go home and take a nap. He takes my arm and starts leading my towards the student center. I ask where we're going and he said, "We have a date with some zombies that need killing." I decide I like him even MORE.

11:00: We go back to his house and I ask if there's anyway we could just watch House, because my head is starting to hurt and zombies and guns and knives are not exactly what my head can handle at the moment.

11:30: We've watched an episode and I decide to move to the bed because it's way more comfortable than the couch and there's still a good view of his TV. He gets in bed with me, turns on another episode of House and we fall asleep pretty immediately.

2:00: I'm not sure I've been sleeping, more like thinking really deeply and slipping in and out of consciousness. He has his arms around my stomach like a little stuffed animal. It's cute. I decide I'm really hungry and want to go home.

2:02: I peel myself from his arms and get out of bed to put my shoes back on. He immediately wakes up and ask where his personal heater went (my body is almost always warm, no matter how cold I am). I laugh and tell him he has practice in 30 minutes. He groans loudly.

2:20: We walk to the tennis courts because they're on the way home for me. Meghan calls and asks if Harry and I had sex. Random. JP is screaming in the background saying "They did they did they did!" I keep telling them we didn't, but JP is calling me a liar so I hand the phone off to Harry. He calms JP down and assures him we didn't. You'd think JP bet money on it or something and NEEDED us to sleep together. Odd. We get to the courts and part ways.

2:22: I see Max on the way home and he looks at me, then his watch, and back to me. "Isn't it a little late in the day to still be doing the walk of shame?" I want to punch him but in a joking way, Max is probably one of the funniest kids I know.

2:30: I shower and sit on the front porch listening to music and talking to Ally.

3:30: I call Irene and tell her that we are officially accepting the new rent offer and will be residing in this house for another year. Huge weight off my shoulders. Housing is one of the most stressful aspects of college, because it's so hard to find what you're looking for. It's relieving that we're staying here.

5:00: I decide I really want Five Star, so I call them. "Thank you for calling Five Star Pizza, is this for delivery or pick up?" "Delivery." "Hello? Hello?" "Delivery!" *Click* What the hell? I call back, and this time it's a man "Thanks for calling Five Star, pick up or delivery?" "Delivery please." "Hello?!" *Click* What the fuck! I call my dad to see if my phone is working, and long story short he ends up ordering the pizza FOR me, AND paying for it. My cheeseystix should be arriving in 30 minutes. I am so happy.

5:25: The Five Star guy arrives and tells me to sign the receipt. It says "20.11," but Cheeseystix are only $7.99. I go to ask him what the extra charge is for when he pulls out two boxes. One cheeseystix and one large cheese pizza. My dad is the fucking bomb. I miss my family so much, seriousface.

5:45: I tell Harry I have more pizza than I know what to do with so he says he'll come over eventually.

6:00: A stray kitten, whom we call Mini-kit, comes onto our porch. I instinctively shut the porch door behind her so she's trapped on the porch. I don't want to torture the cat, but Ally and I do want to fed it and pet it, and I know it'll run away if I don't shut the door. Mini-Kit got her name because there are multiple strays that live on our street, and the first one we saw got the name Kit. Simple. Mini-Kit looks exactly like Kit, just smaller and thinner, hence her name.

6:10: Mini-Kit is on the futon with me, letting me pet her, when Ally decides to see if Mini-kit would want to go inside.

6:15: They come back outside and Ally says she fed her turkey and milk. The kit really is adorable. It starts sitting at the door, looking outside and wanting to go back out. Definitely an outdoor cat. We take a couple pictures of her then let her go.

7:00: Harry comes over and lets me snuggle into him on the futon. We're both a little chilly so laying on him helped us both. Of course we play Pass-and-Play Words with Friends. We're already predictable, it's kind of funny.

9:00: I get up and straighten my hair and throw some make-up on to go to Jenny's. She is having a small, pre-gaming bonfire before Local Heroes.

9:30: Ally and I arrive at Jenny's and Harry has gone home to shower. We sit outside with Jenny, a lighter, and some yellow pages paper and start lighting shit on fire. We get a good flame going but it's mainly the paper, and not the wood, so it keeps diminishing.

9:50: People arrive. By people, I mean a pack of 30 kids. What the hell? Jenny and I are scared. I know most of them, but I'm still very confused as to how they found out about this and why they're here.

10:30: Kim, Jenny, Ally, Meghan, her four friends and I decide to go to Local Heroes because the fire was going out and we were getting cold. Everyone piles in Ally's car and I drive them over. I'm not drinking tonight because I still feel nauseous for some reason.

11:00: Adam, one of the token gay guys of the school, does the ENTIRE dance to Lady Gaga's Bad Romance. It's fucking amazing, and I worship him.

11:05: This performance makes Alix and Jessica want to do our hip hop routine to Drop it Low. I unwillingly am dragged to the front of the bar and line up with them, ready to dance. I realize I'm wearing jeans which is going to make this difficult. We dance on our own until the correct part of the song comes on. The entire bar is watching us. I'm really uncomfortable but I'm already there so I do the dance anyway. We receive cheers and applause and the DJ is recording us on his cell phone. I feel like I'm doing horrid because of my inopportune clothing, but most people are sort of drunk so it doesn't matter.

11:20: Harry finally arrives so I go and talk to him for a little outside, when I get a wave of extreme nausea and have to excuse myself to find the restroom.

11:22: Waiting in line, getting very nervous, oh thank god that person's done, I bolt inside.

11:23: I am vomiting my brains out. What the fuck is going on? Why am I the only one not drinking, and the only one puking? This is unfair. I wash my mouth and hands and put a piece of gum in. I feel completely fine now and am ready to go socialize.

11:45: Ally and Jessica are bored and want to go home, so I drive them back and return to Local Heroes.

12:30: Jim is very drunk and has his hands all over every girl there. I saw him make out with one girl, then try to kiss another, then try to kiss another. Two weeks ago, this would have been painful to watch, but now that I've decided he's an immature asshole, pity has turned into entertainment. It's pure comedy. It's like someone getting kicked in the nuts. You don't want to watch but you have to, because even though it's painful to look at you know you're going to laugh.

12:40: Harry sees me watching Jim and gets offended. "If that girl is his girl, am I your guy?" "What are you talking about?" "Am I your weapon in this little Shakespeare play you guys have going on?" "What?!" "He's so obviously trying to hook up with all of these girls to make you upset, and to make you uncomfortable. Are you using me to do that to him?" I find this ridiculous, because I actually told myself I was going to stay away from boys after I broke up with Jim, but Harry was there and told me he liked me and it felt right to start hanging out with him, and now I like him. I would like him whether or not Jim was in the room, so I assure him of this. I feel really bad that he thinks he's just a pawn in some game. I am in no way trying to win Jim back. I am much better off without him.

1:30: Jenny, Kim, Harry and I leave and go on a McDonald's/Taco Bell run. Kim is very drunk and very funny. Jenny is talking about nigs and Harry and I can't stop laughing.

1:40: After getting McDonald's for Harry and Kim, we go to Taco Bell for Jenny. The lady at the window is the most unfortunate looking woman I have seen in a long time, and Harry unintentionally lets out a "Dear God!" Thankfully she doesn't hear him and I insist he just shoves his face with McDonald's and shuts the hell up.

2:00: I drop Harry off at his house then drop off Jenny and Kim at their place.

2:01: SLEEP. Thank god. Long day. Still mad that I was sober and threw up, but whatever.

Lent, Day 9.

6:30: Snooze.

6:35: Snooze.

6:40: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH OUR HEATING!? I fling myself out of bed and run into the bathroom. I contemplate showering but realize that would require me to take my clothes off and expose my naked skin to the icey air. Fuck that. I stop again and realize this would be day 2 without a shower, but seriously, fuck it. I'm going to work out in between classes and shower before going out tonight anyway.

8:00: No Ethan. Again? I haven't seen him in a week, this is depressing.

8:02: Ethan scurries in - thank God.

8:35: This class is so fucking boring. I did find the Mediterranean food pyramid interesting though. I apparently eat like them already, I just need to add a little more fruit and vegetables to my diet. Go me.

9:05: Some girl named Rayna is giving a presentation on some bean, what the fuck ever. I ignore the words she is saying and focus on her accent. I am still trying to decide whether or not she's Australian.

9:15: I go to the gym and get on the elliptical. I realize I can play Words with Friends while I exercise.

9:35: I've gone 2 miles without realizing it because of this fucking game, I love it! It helps my mind and my body! Seriously, fucking download it and "Create a Game" with me. My username is sbliss.

9:50: I go to the bank and withdraw twenty dollars in ones. The guy looks at me funny. Do I look like I'm going to a strip club to you? I'm 4'11" and a girl. I have my own tits to play with. Back off.

10:00: I go to Wysocki's office to drop off the long-lost quiz he forgot in the classroom. I have changed most of my wrong answers. He says "I trust you," takes the quiz from me, looks at it, and says "Thank you for being so responsible. I appreciate it. Sorry again." HA.

11:00: I go to Photography and play Words with Friends for an hour and a half until a printer frees up and I can make the ONE FUCKING PRINT I NEEDED and leave.

1:00: I go sit in the breezeway with Britni for Phi Alpha's rummage sale. Everything is like 25 cents, of course no one wants it. Make everything 10 dollars and people will be climbing over each other for it, because that means it's fucking worth something. Common sense, people. Also, why is this shit in the BREEZEway on the coldest day ever? This sucks. Even my coffee is shivering.

2:00: I go home and sit on the porch and read. I also paint my nails. They look like bubble gum and I am pleased.

3:00: I talk to Irene, our landlord, about the heat still being broken. She says her husband will be there shortly.

3:30: He arrives and fixes the heat. God bless this man. Irene calls while he's there and tells me she talked to the owner of the house and she got him to lower the rent to $1150. I am STOKED. I tell my roommates this and they are still wary of staying here. Dang it.

4:45: Paige and I go tanning. Why do I keep doing this? Why do I HAVE to do this? I live in Florida for Christ's sake.

5:30: Ally and I go to Pizzalley's because I have been craving their wings and fries.

6:00: We have an in-depth conversation about growing up and relationships and such with the black guy that hands out samples. I really need to remember his name, or learn it. I used to go there all the time so when I walk in he FREAKS out and goes "WHERE has this smile been? These eyes? I've missed you beautiful. Has your boyfriend made you stay home? You don't HAVE one? Well, I bet there's men lined up for miles with roses and champagne, because you are WORTH fighting for honey. You're like that sunshine that brights up a room." Of course I'm smiling, mostly because I find this hilarious, so he keeps going on and on about how fucking great my smile is. I HAD BRACES, it's popular nowadays.

6:05: I have two wings and five fries and I'm full. What the FUCK, I was fully prepared to stuff my face. Lame. I put it in a to-go box.

7:15: I sit down with my roommates and talk to them about next year. We discuss pros, cons, and weigh our options. We decide to stay here. THANK GOD. We don't have to move a bunch of furniture. I really wasn't sure how that was going to work out. I'm very excited. This house may be old and shit might break but it's OUR house and OUR home now.

8:30: I am talking to Jenny about Hattie's. She offers to pick Ally and I up at 10:00, which is relieving, because Ally and I both really want to drink and Paige is staying home, so there was no one to drive us without being sober and pissed off. Success.

8:45: I am in a great mood, so I do Harry's accounting homework. He's away at a tennis match and the homework is due at midnight, so I do him a favor and copy my answers onto his account. No worries.

9:00: I put on my go-to outfit and sit in front of the computer for a while, reading Urban Dictionary's word-of-the-day, and googling my name. I'm the 7th link on Google! That's pretty impressive to be on the first page at all. I'm in an even better mood.

9:02: I get nervous that the guy at Hattie's will not accept my paper ID.

9:04: I realize I don't give a flying fuck and I will MAKE him accept my paper ID.

10:30: It took a little longer than they thought to cram everyone in the car and come over here, but I finally get a text from Jenny saying "outside." Ally is scared to use her paper ID and also realizes that A. it's freezing and B. she doesn't have any cash. I'm sad that she's not coming but I can't make Jenny wait, so I get in the car.

10:45: We arrive and I pretend to be on the phone while I show the guy my wallet. He's the strict bouncer. I'm sort of nervous and am looking at Jenny, like "Hope this works." He gives me my wallet back and asks if I want to "Sink or Swim" (meaning, do I want to pay a $2 cover and pay for my own drinks or pay $6 for a cup and get free drinks until midnight... what do you think I said?)

10:50: Vodka sprite. My beloved vodka sprite.

11:30: The night is going pretty normally, Jenny and I take the best seat (front patio by the door) to make fun of bitches in tube tops and encourage each other to keep drinking to make us warmer. Harry and company are sitting with us.

11:45: I get my second drink but set it down next to me, I need to take it slow, considering I'm the World's Lightweight Champion. I have a belt and everything.

11:50: I turn to talk to Harry and my purse collides with my drink and spills it all over the ground. Damn it.

11:52: Harry says I'm fucked, considering it's about five minutes until the free drinks end and I'm not brave/tall enough to approach the bar and get a refill.

11:52:02: He is mistaken. It's a bad idea to challenge me to do something, because I'll do it. I power walk into the bar and weasel my way through everyone. I am literally wedged between two 25 year olds sitting at the bar watching TV. My boobs are against one guy's shoulder and my butt is against the other guy's hips. I apologize, they say they "really don't mind."

11:55: I am back outside and triumphantly show Harry my full drink. He is impressed.

12:02: Jenny buys her and I lemon drops, but I am not very good at taking shots. I take a sip, then take a bigger sip, then give the rest to Harry.

Lent, Day 8.

8:30: I swear to god this house gets colder and colder every day. I don't know why we went through the trouble of getting the gas filled if the heater itself refuses to turn on. I really wouldn't give a shit but it makes it 100 times harder to leave my warm bed for class in the mornings.

10:00: Love of my life, Professor Knight, teaching accounting because it's what he does. I am literally goggly eyed and giggly in this class. Not because of the teacher, because of the subject. I am lame.

10:50: Harry's gentleman self walked the camera equipment back to the communications building with me, even though he also has class at 11:00 and it's totally out of his way. I decide I like him even more.

11:00: Media. Quiz. I guess on half of them and finish first. He's impressed but has a false impression. I'm not a genius, I just don't care enough to stare at the page and wait for answers to come to me.

11:15: Lili, Sean and I upload our footage. This is really draining, boring, and overall tedious but now that I have the files in my folder I can go to town on this video. I want to make Sailor Cher proud. I also want to do my belly button piercing justice.

12:00: I arrive at home and everyone is asleep. I make some lunch and plant myself on the front porch with my book, and listen to Bill's CD. Bill made me a CD last semester and it's actually great background music - really good stuff to read to or do homework to. Paige agrees.

2:30: I decide I should probably get up and do something, especially considering the air is starting to get brisk. I take myself back inside to work on homework in the kitchen. I would say "out of the cold," but it's probably colder inside the house than it is outside.

2:40: I walk past Ally asleep on the couch. Her blanket is dangling in a plate of ketchup she left on the ground. I poke her and inform her of this.

3:00: I work on Nutrition and Accounting homework, going through the motions of caring about school.

4:15: I go to Advertising Writing early to study for my midterm. Teresa is there and she gives me loads of information about housing at Las Palmas. It sounds awesome. $331 per person in a 3 bedroom, pet friendly, and the development has its own pool, park, fitness center and theater room. I am excited and definitely plan to look into this.

4:55: Class is about to start and I have been so busy looking at Las Palmas condos that I have completely forgotten to study.

5:10: He literally gave us all the answers, twice, then handed out the test. I filled everything in and handed it right back.

5:15: I pull out my iTouch and start playing Words with Friends. It's this free app that acts like a versus scrabble game. It's insanely addicting. Harry introduced me to it, and now I have like five games going with him and other people on the tennis team / his friends.

5:25: I realize this game is a lifesaver. As long as I have an internet signal and I keep its battery juiced, I will no longer be bored in class ever again.

5:30: We get into groups to make a 30-second TV ad about a company of our choosing. I, of course, am partial to Ms. Deborah's Fountain of Youth, because I've spent so much time there in the past week, and my group mates are cool so they agree. Mike is funny and handles the dialogue and sound effects, and I handle the storyboard drawings. We decide Ben Stein has a sleeve of tattoos hidden under his sweater vest and he wants to tell the world how awesome Ms. Deborah's Tattoo Studio is. The commercial is funny.

6:25: My group goes to the front of the class to present, and I am handling the ELMO (that projector-type thing), when I glance down at the mouse. Wedged under the mouse pad is my quiz from earlier today. I am very confused. I grab it and after we sit back down I e-mail my teacher asking what I should do.

6:30: I realize I have my quiz. Outside of class. And my textbook. I go from confused to excited.

7:15: I go home and remember that Paige's dad is in town. How do I know this? Our kitchen is full of snacks and goodies. We're poor college kids. We can't afford "goodies." I immediately wrap my entire body around a large container of peanut butter pretzels.

7:30: Paige and Dotty (her dad's nickname) get home and we talk for a while. He is hilarious. She is hilarious. They are clearly related.

8:15: Harry informs me he's on his way over and I immediately tidy up and use a little perfume. I doubt he'll care or notice, but it seemed like the right thing to do.

8:30: He arrives and it's the usual - I'm doing accounting homework and he's playing Words with Friends. I decide we're boring and we need to switch it up, so we go into the living room and watch Role Models. He's comfortable to lay on.

12:15: We end up being lazyasses and not doing a thing all night. We watched the end of Taken, all of Role Models, two episodes of Scrubs and half an episode of South Park. I guess you could consider this productive? That's a stretch. Neither of us want to move because we're exhausted and cold, but it's late and we have early classes, so we force ourselves to get up.

12:30: Smooooooooooches.

Lent, Day 7.

6:30: FUCK MY LIFE.

8:00: We learn about Coronary Heart Disease today, which basically means I get to look at pictures of corroded arteries and blood clots, and listen to an analogy about how CHD is like a pimple and the plaque on the artery is like the puss of the pimple. I literally am about to vomit considering I JUST ate breakfast. Bagel with cream cheese, which, at 8AM, looks a lot like puss.

8:45: I am now scared for my life. Van Doren keeps telling our class that we're already on the road to a heart attack, and one at a young age. There's nothing we can do. 50% of first heart attacks are fatal. FUCK YOU, LADY.

9:20: I go to the gym and throw the treadmill on 7.5 incline and walk briskly for a while. Surprisingly, walking fast uphill feels like it does a hell of a lot more than running on a flat surface... I might do this more often.

9:40: Gettin' my swell on with the free weights, ughhhhhhhh.

9:50: Doing ab work-outs is still sort of difficult, because I can only do about 1/2 of the work-outs I usually do until my belly button is a little more healed. I'll just have to eat a little healthier until then... fuck.

10:00: I "enjoy" my slim fast meal bar and fuck around on the internet until Photography class.

10:50: I arrive a little early so I can catch Jim on the way out to get the book, but of course he's nowhere to be found.

11:00: The "midterm," or quiz, is cake compared to the last one. Thank God for common sense.

11:30: We head into this secret photography conference room to discuss portraits and self-portraits. I already have six distinct images in my mind:

• Paige: (1) Lying on the grass on the West Lawn, hair twisted into separate designs. It's long and blonde and will look good against the green. What's visible of her in the photo will be bare, so I guess she'll have to wear a tube top. (2) Lying on her bed, book open in front of her. Light streaming through the window as she rests her head on her chin and looks contemplatively outside.
• Harry: The tennis courts have chain-link fence, so I want him to grasp the chain-link fence, with the fence between him and I, the camera only sharply focused on his hand and the fence, with the rest of him out of focus in the background. Could be cool in black and white.
• Guillermo: He has a very simple yet interesting front porch, and he is always always out there smoking a cigarette, so I want to just capture him in his element.
• Myself: (1) Harsh light from above (or maybe below) so there are severe shadows on my face. Head-shot only. Photoshop stitches onto my lips to make it look like they're sewn shut. (2) Facing away from the camera, light streaming in from a window and hitting my back, naked, the shot being from the hips and up. Hands mock-putting up my hair, revealing my tattoo and giving my body a nice figure.

12:30: Sit outside and talk to Momma Bliss. There's blow-up shit everywhere, like a bouncy castle, a velcro wall, an obstacle course and a slide. My first question is "What the fuck is all of this for? It's a Tuesday. Nothing is important about this day except that it's Tuesday." My second question is "Have I been tricked? Did I apply to a large daycare? Am I even getting a college education right now? Shit."

1:00: Go to the Admissions office to do my final hour of community service for February. I made copies and stuffed folders for Campus Visit Day. Enthralling, let me tell you.

2:00: It's beach-weather outside, but of course with my lack of car, I can do nothing about that. Good thing we have our bitchin' porch set up. I sat outside and read/did homework with Paige until four, when I had to go get the camera equipment from the Communications Building to (finally) finish our filming for our Media class' field project.

4:15: Sean picks up Lili and I so we don't have to walk the equipment all the way to Ms. Deborah's.

4:30: Everyone is there and in a great mood. We are pleased with this.

4:40: We interview Molly, Sailor Cher's daughter. She is very pretty and explains how she is her mother's boss, and also her sister's boss. I am shocked, I just thought she was the little receptionist girl. This is great footage.

4:45: We ask Molly to find someone else that might like to speak quickly about Sailor Cher. MS. DEBORAH HERSELF WALKS IN. She literally lives in Alaska and is NEVER in the shop. This is gold. I am so excited. She is 65-70, has a sick neck tattoo and is so obviously stoned. I want to be her friend so badly.

5:00: We are done with our filming! Painless! Now I will go home to log the footage so Wysocki doesn't shit on us in class tomorrow for not being organized.

5:30: I'm logging the footage on my porch and halfway through the material I realize I am about to watch my own belly button piercing, IT WAS SO WEIRD. HOLY.

7:10: I am still on the porch, doing other homework. Harry comes by to get a little bit of help with his accounting and sit with Paige and I out front.

7:45: Harry, like the English gentleman that he is, walks me to Phi Alpha. All of the girls in my sorority see this and giggle like five year olds. I blush a little bit.

8:30: The meeting is quick and I walk home.

10:00: Ally and I try to go to Hattie's, but the bouncer was being strict with the people in front of us so we get nervous and leave. Looks like Thursday is my only night out. Probably better.

11:30: Goodnight!

Lent, Day 6.

8:30: I roll out of bed and get in the shower. MWF are a lot easier to wake up for, for two reasons. One, my first class isn't until 10:00, and two, my first class is accounting, which is also my favorite class. On TR, my first class is at 8:00, so I have to wake up at 6:30, and it's Nutrition, which is always either disgusting or boring as fuck.

9:30: I realize no one cleaned off the table or did the dishes from dinner the night before, so my OCD takes over and I spend the next 15 minutes cleaning up the kitchen mess.

9:45: I have 15 minutes to get to class and I still have a towel on my head, perfect.

10:02: I finally arrive at class and take a random seat considering someone took mine. Greg makes a comment about me being the star pupil in the class. (We got our first test back last Friday and I got 100%. Shut it, be happy that I'm finally good at something and happy with it.)

10:04: We spend the rest of class learning about merchandise inventory and shipping costs. I like it. I also have been texting Harry. He joked "I was really worried when you weren't here on time. I seriously thought you got hit by a truck or something." I would never miss this class if I could help it, he's right.

11:00: I arrive at Mass Media Production and the A-Team for Radio production turns in their radio ads and radio newscasts. He spends the next 15 minutes going over questions about the field project (the video biography) and the grading system for our previous project. I get a 10.75/15, but whatever. The class is out of 200 points, so missing 4.25 isn't going to kill me. I also am having a hard time caring about this class, because although it's diverse and interesting, I am no longer a communications major and therefore do not need this class.

11:30: Paige and I are both out of class early, and it's beautiful out, so we contemplate taking our homework to the West Lawn (a portion of campus) to get some stuff done and maybe get some color. We think of a better idea - we have a spare futon in the front room, and we also have an empty front porch. We vaccuum the porch, move the futon outside, decorate with some 7th grade Claire's butterfly lights, and have ourself a really nice outside sitting area.

1:45: We have no food in the house, so Paige and I decide to get off the couch/futon and go to WalMart for a little quality grocery shopping. I decide I'm in love with the new outdoor setup and will be spending a lot of time out here.

2:15: We stop at the tanning salon first. I'm really not supposed to use tanning beds for a while because of my piercing, but I go anyway because Paige pays for me. After 3 hours of sitting on the beautiful weather on my porch, laying in the warm bed just relaxes me even more.

2:35: I go into the bathroom and wash the piercing thoroughly. I did feel pretty gross after getting out, but I've got color fasho. My friend says saying "I got color today," isn't PC, but they can go fuck themselves because "I got tanner" sounds stupid.

3:00: It's starting to rain and WalMart is its usual hell hole. There are twice as many pregnant teenagers there as Planned Parenthood.

4:00: Paige and I for some reason decide we have endless amounts of cash and go crazy with the "fresh" produce section. She ends up spending sixty-something dollars and I end up spending a little over forty. I discover Multi-Grain Creamy Ranch Pringles. SO delicious. SO worth the $1.38.

4:10: We stop at Target because we realize we forgot foil and salad dressing. Why is foil not with Target's food section? Why is it all the way on the other side of the fucking store? Christ.

4:20: Paige and I go to the gym and I decide to work on my legs. No part of my body is perfect, but my legs are what I'd really like to tone down. I have what I like to call Thunder Thighs, although my friends say I'm too harsh on myself. It's less about what people think of me and more about how comfortable I am in my own clothes.

5:39: We arrive back at home and make a delicious dinner. I have Spaghetti Squash and Paige has a beef patty, baked potato, and some other stuff. We decide to go to the library at 8:00 to work on our homework.

7:30: Jim FB chats Paige asking her for the photography book. The photography book which we share. The photography book which we both paid for. The photography book that would be used to study for the test we have tomorrow. Luckily, I'm a very nice person and I cough it up. It's mostly self-explanatory anyway, it's over lighting and Photoshop. Lighting will most likely be common sense, and I took two graphic design courses in high school.

7:55: Paige goes right on Carrera to drop the book off at Jim's, and I go left down Carrera to the Communications building. My media group is finally going to finish our video biography tomorrow so I needed to sign us up for the camera equipment.

8:20: I go to the Photo Lab to print my final pictures for our Line, Texture and Point of View assignment. There are maybe 4 people in there, and in walks Jim. He sits almost directly across from me but does not make eye contact, and does not say hi. I'm not surprised, but it's starting to make me angry. Minimal contact is expected, but to completely ignore my existence is pretty immature.

8:40: I walk to the library and find Paige in the computer lab.

9:15: I am in a complete and utter state of bliss (no pun intended). I am playing Words with Friends on my iTouch, doing accounting homework, sitting with my lover/roommate and listening to Coldplay. I tell Harry this and add that the only thing that would make it better would be a comfy couch and an albino body pillow.

10:30: Paige and I pack up, go home, have a little snack and go to bed.

Almost a week completed! I seriously haven't missed Facebook once. I'm proud of myself.

Lent, Day 5.

9:45: Wake up and shower - it's a beautiful day, both roommates are at work and there's a tennis match at noon.

12:36: Wander over to the tennis matches in a hoodie, sweatshirt and Uggs. What is wrong with me?
2:30: I've endured just about as much of this as I could, so I go home and change into a t-shirt and shorts.

2:45: Harry comes off the courts and sits with me. He's basically albino, therefore burning alive. I'm catching some nice color. He makes me laugh and introduces me to some of his friends.

3:15: Ally arrives and brings me a Jolly Rancher pop. BOMB. By this point I have a definite t-shirt/shorts tan. I supposed awkward color is better than no color at all. Harry comes off the courts again and makes Ally and I laugh. She has a very supreme taste in humor, so it makes me happy that she thinks he's funny.

4:00: Ally announces that for the first time in a while, she has enough cash to do a little shopping, so we leave early and go to the outlets.

5:55: I buy a pair of the ever-popular Nike running shorts. Do I run? Not really. Do I need $23.00 shorts? Not really. Will I wear them? Sure. Worth it.

7:00: The outlets close at 6:00 on Sundays, so Ally and I head home. She Facebooks for a bit while I tidy up the house and set the table for family dinner. Every Sunday evening, one of the 8 of us (Myself, Ally, Paige, Jessica, Jim, Max, Christopher, or Jerry) cooks dinner for the rest of us. My turn was last week, when I made veggie bars, three cheese lasagne and chocolate chip cheesecake. This week it's Jim's turn.

7:15: Harry texts me, says I missed the best part of the match (apparently Tim pulled one out of nowhere) and we plan to hang out around 9:00 to play a little Left4Dead2 at his place.

7:30: Dinner was supposed to be at seven, but whatever. Food is food. He arrives with Chicken Pot Pie, which for some reason smells like weed. Not necessarily a bad thing, but he probably just burned the crust.

7:35: Jim decides it'd be easiest for everyone to bring their plates into the kitchen so he can just serve us our portion. I'm third in line, and realize behind Ally that he is going to be serving me food. Minor, but major in a way - we have to interact. He asks how much I'd like, I said a small piece is fine, and he attempts to cut me a piece, which ends up just being the top crust. He laughs and scoops up some of the insides and puts it on my plate, I say thanks, he says sure thing, and we move on. Most interaction we've had since we broke up. Sad.

8:00: We're all finished eating and we begin to play with the nametags and remains of our food as we all talk. Jim and I don't converse. We converse in circles - to everyone else but each other. I would rather not have it this way, but it's not up to me. I'm the one that broke up with him, so however he chooses to cope is entirely his decision.

8:35: We're all still talking. We usually eat at 7, talk until 8, and go on our ways, so I begin to get nervous. Jim was enraged when he found out I had kissed Harry two days after we broke up, so I'd rather not announce to everyone that I must go because I plan to hang out with Harry.

8:45: I start contemplating how long it will take me to get to Harry's on my bike.

8:50: I decide it's about time to leave. I have no idea why everyone is still here, but of course this would be the one night no one has anything to do after dinner.

8:52: I grab my purse, the game, and head back to the kitchen. I say my goodbyes and a couple people ask me where I'm going. I reply with "Outtt," and change the subject. Ally stops me and asks me again where I'm going. Again I reply with "Out." At this point, half the people know where I'm headed, but I cannot bring myself to announce that I'm going to Harry's in front of Jim. I've hurt him too much already.

8:59: I arrive at Harry's and head upstairs to his apartment. Dave, Gino and Yogi are also present. They're all funny guys. We start massacring zombies.

9:50: Gino is amazed that he's watching a girl play video games, and Harry is laughing that I'm teaching him tips and tricks, such as what certain zombies are called and which buttons do what. I notice he owns Guitar Hero 5, so I immediately challenge him to a duel. He raises an eyebrow and says, "Do you even play on hard?" I scoff. Expert. He's in disbelief so we change out the game.

10:05: My turn, I fail the song immediately. I blame it on the calibration and he gives me a doubtful look. I reset the alignment of the notes and timing then try again. 91%. Told ya.

10:15: Turns out Jen is having people over and Dave has mass amounts of homework to do at the library, so that conveniently leaves Harry and I alone. He is very upset that I've never seen an episode of House, so I suggest we watch it.

10:25: Harry pulls me into him on the couch and lets me lay against him. It's been a while since I could relax with someone, so this is nice. I decide I really like his English accent. A lot.

12:15: After a couple (pretty good, I must admit) episodes of House, I decide it's time for me to leave so I can get some sleep before accounting class in the morning. I get up to walk away and he tells me to wait, to come back. I walk back over and sit next to him and he says "No, no, stand back up." I look at him strangely and at the same time he said "Trust me." I say "I don't trust you." We laugh and I stand up anyway. He pulls me close to him and says, "Damn, I thought I'd be able to kiss you sitting down if you were standing. I guess you're not as short as I thought." I'm 4'11" and he's 6'4". Kind of funny looking if you were a random onlooker I suppose. I lean down and kiss him anyway, but just a peck. I just got out of a really serious relationship and although I like Harry, I need to take things really slowly, for both of our sakes.

12:30: Day 5 - success.