12:03 pm - February 10, 2005
I can't get \"1 2 Step\" out of my head.
All the sleep in the world can't seem to make me feel any better. I went to bed at like, 11 last night, and I just took another 2 hour nap, and I still feel awful. Rubbish.
Eric has devised a new way to help me stop cracking my knuckles, because he HATES it. I asked him if he would just hit me when I do it, but he said that he couldn't hit a girl. So he put a rubber band around my wrist, and I pinkie-swore him and Peter that any time I popped my knuckles, I would snap it against the inside of my wrist. I've only done it once since then! Amazing! Maybe that's because the rubber band hurts like you wouldn't believe.
I just have to go to Spanish today, and then I'm done. So I'm gonna go over and eat lunch by myself here in a few minutes. Which probably means I'll just sit and read my book while I'm eating, and then go to Spanish for an hour. The girls have conditioning tonight, so I'll probably catch up on my reading in Psychology. And I'm sure they'll want to go tanning after our 1:00 classes. I'll meet them for dinner at 5:30, and then we'll come back here and then watch the OC at 8:00.
I don't know what I'm going to do about tomorrow. Peter and Eric are both leaving for the weekend (which yes, I am too, but not until Saturday.) And Jeannie and Kristen are planning on drinking tomorrow night. So...ugh. I don't know where I want to go or what I want to do. I guess I could just always go with them, but I'm not gonna drink tomorrow night. And I told Steve that I wouldn't be drinking on Saturday. So I guess that means it'll just be me and Nick not drinking on Saturday. Oh well, guess I'll be driving us back to the hotel.
Anyway, I guess I'll head out.
Love Always,
Alison
PS: I gave up Mountain Dew for Lent. Oh dear...
