129 pounds…sweet…

stolen from salty

put your ipod on shuffle. what are the first 10 songs it plays?
1. The DMX Will Rock - Chemical Brothers
2. Trista Pena - Gipsy Kings
3. Huliganjetta - Gogol Bordello
4. When It Sings - Elvis Costello
5. Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin
6. Forced In - Muse
7. All Shook Up - Elvis Presley
8. 13 - The Cure
9. Skit 1 - mc chris
10. Why Can’t I Be You? - The Cure

no fair having two cure songs, when they only make up 1.5% of my total music.

…i’ll be able to tell you the details that i’ll always have trouble saying….

one of my mini-cheeses came to me during my last class today and had two questions for me. one was regarding eighth grade activities, and the other was to ask me to sit in during an interview. i was very flattered that he came to me to be one of the teacher representatives. it was the first interview i’ve ever been able to participate in (other than the one where i was on the other end of the table). the poor guy was so nervous, but we decided we liked him (shh, don’t tell anyone)–he had potential. he wasn’t immediately workable, but he will be. and we’re a good facility to promote that kind of growth.

yay me!

i was in the shower, thinking, what if i were to die today. a morbid thought, i know, but hey, shit happens.

my brother gets all my liquid assets. that’s granted, however, before he’s to have all my money, he needs to pay rent for one additional month to roommie 3.0. it would be really fucked up to have his roommate die, then realize he can’t swing rent; so i want to make sure he’s taken care of. he can cancel cable and internet, but he still needs a place to live, and time to find a replacement.

in terms of my stuff, ask my brother if you can have/buy whatever you want. the decision is up to him, so scooter if you want my sanrio stuff, ask my brother if you can have it. whatever my brother doesn’t want can be sold however he wants to handle that (estate sale/garage sale/auction/etc.).

i know i’m being weird, and that death is probably far from near. i’m healthy, and sane, and for the most part, safe. but i can’t guarantee that i’m not going to get hit by a bus crossing the street. i’m just dotting my i’s and crossing my t’s.

if dr. king were alive today, would he be happy with the state of america? why or why not?

i’ve been on my skinny biotech diet for about a week now, and i feel good. i’m not as hungry as i thought i would be, which is a good thing because i get very cranky when i don’t eat. i’m not exactly sure if i’ve lost any actual weight, as i don’t acutally own a scale. i’ll weigh myself when i get to my parents house (when my mom when on her weight loss binge, my dad bought her a super fancy bathroom scale. nothing says “i love you” like a bathroom scale that’ll scrutinize your physical beauty).

ben says i should have a day off every now and then, to give myself morale and stuff. i will as soon as i drop 10ish pounds. it’ll be a reward for a job well done. either that, or one day off every two week, besides, salty’s making my dinners for me, and they’re pretty damned tasty. i want to be able to lose weight relatively quickly, but safely. my ultimate goal is 20 pounds by june, but 15 is probably more realistic.

the good part about this diet, is that i’m reacquainting myself with my love of vegetables. i’m back to mostly green things, and only white meat. i used to not eat too much red meat (though i do have a very soft spot for ham), and it saves me money because beef is expensive.

i’m feeling good, and i have fake sugar. yay! fake sugar!

…in case i die,

1. my younger brother is my sole beneficiary.
2. i want to be cremated.
3. i want my ashes scattered in places that i enjoyed being (beach, disneyland, etc.)
4. if you don’t want my stuff, sell it, and give the money to my brother.

…in case i’m close to dead, but not dead,

1. please let me die.
2. please see above.