odd cod god *edit*
WW day 1!! woo hoo
I’m using the WW points system to control portions
Breakfast–none (woke up too late)
Lunch
Boiled egg Sandwich ~7
5 mini reeses cups ~5 (bad me)
Dinner
white rice (1/2 cup) ~ 2pts
beans (1/2 cup) ~ 2pts
pork chop ~ 3pts
(snack… 3 slices of domino’s pizza ~ you don’t wanna know how many points… yea, i said today was a bad day, lol)
this could be a bad day all around, i may end up chalking it up to a loss and starting again tomorrow. One thing that I know would help would be getting some low-fat or fat-free mayonaise, because I love my mayo, and a *teaspoon* of regular being a whole point is NOT going to cut it. Also I haven’t weighed myself yet, so I don’t know exactly how many points I’m allowed in a day. I’m pretty sure it’s either 22 or 24 points though.Sometimes I get this idea into my head, and I can vividly picture it, and its the hardest thing in the world to get the idea out. Usually it’s something like falling, or dropping a dish, or getting hit by a car (yea, morbid, I know). Well today was the first day I went up on campus since the bird poop incident. So I kept picturing in my mind that I was gonna get pooped on again, and for the life of me, I could NOT get the image out of my head! And then I started to imagine, well if i *did* get pooped on, how would I write about it in my diary? the result was something to the effect of the following:
Well I guess the odds were against me. Or the gods. The odd gods. The god’s odds. The odd god cod. Cod. lol. Odd cod God odd odd god cod. Sod. Bod? now I’m stretching. *falls over laughing
Yes, that was my actual train of thought. No exaggeration. I’m weird sometimes.
So then I went to the post office. The guy at the window was saying to himself, 25 more minutes… just 25 minutes It was 25 of 4, so I assumed he meant that was when he got off work. Then he says to me, “You know I think I figured out why there’s so much traffic when you go to work, but not as much when you go home. It’s because everyone’s late to work, but they always leave work on time.” I laughed, and pondered on it a little more. It made sense at the time, but then the more I thought about it, it didn’t make sense, but now it almost makes sense again. *shrugs* I dunno.
I checked my mail today, and there was something from Hopkins’ Office of the Controller. A check. w00t. But it didn’t have my name on it. Darn. Just one of the side effects of living in an apartment with a turnover rate of at least 1 new resident per year. I couldn’t even begin to tell you how many different names I see on my mail. Most of it’s junk though, so I don’t worry about it. But this is actually important Crap. So I used facebook to look the guy up and let him know I had his check lol
Date take 2 tonight, in T-minus 20 minutes. Crap. What should I wear? don’t answer, by the time you do I’ll be gone anywho, lol.
Okies byes for now
*edit*
It officially does not make sense to me. If we’re all leaving on time, that would mean we’re all leaving at the same time, or at least in groups. So, it would be MORE busy. When we’re all running late, it’s always at different times… I’m running more late than the guy in the cube next to me, so we’re not on the road at the same time, it’s a more scattered arrival than departure.
You’re not the only one to whom it makes no sense. So here’s how I figure it can make sense, even if for only a brief moment in time. Take your reasoning, but then figure that not everyone has to be at work at exactly the same time, especially when they’re all going to different places. Everyone’s a little late, but not the same amount of late, and they all end up on the road at the *same time* as a result. Now going home, everybody leaves on time, but once again, they’re not all done at the same exact time, rather there are waves. A 4pm wave, a 5pm wave. And so since not everyone’s on the road at the same time, there can appear to be less traffic. Make sense? No? Good.
In other news… I think the date went well. We had a picnic dinner in the President’s (of the university) Garden 🙂 It was… nice… I think… I’m confused though. Either he’s playing mind games, or he’s just not that into me. I don’t care how many times I read that freakin book, I still think guys will play games with girls that they *are* interested in. Yes I realize that doesn’t make it better. Where was I going with this? Oh yea.. but the thing is, I think I’m losing interest in dating almost completely. I’m becoming very cynical about the whole thing. *shrugs* ah well, if he calls, he calls, if not…? Yup.
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