So last night when my mom called, she asked me what my plans were on Saturday. I said that I had plans all day, from like 11am or noon until midnight or so. She told me not to make plans for Friday or Sunday without asking her. What? THEN she asked me for Miranda's and Cody's phone numbers. Like that's not suspicious at all. Since those two pretty much represent my two groups of friends (Miranda=high school friends, Cody=work friends), something is fishy. I immediately thought she is going to throw me a surprise birthday party. So I texted Cody and Miranda, and asked their permission before handing out numbers (even though it's my mom, it's the polite thing to do. I know that if I wouldn't have asked Cody he would have seen it as a violation of trust). Soooo, doesn't it sound like I should act surprised when shit goes down? I told my dad about this,  and he was like, "she's not as sneaky as she used to be."

So anyway, a "surprise" party would be pretty awesome because I've never had one before. Yeeeaaah buddy!

I used a 3lb hand weight as a hammer today when I was putting a bookshelf together. I've been studying and doing homework like all day, and I still have a ton of shit to do :/

OHHHH!!! And Saturday is poker!!! Sooooo excited to win back all the fuckin money I lost last game. Fuckers. I'll bleed em dry.

Or otherwise known as GTL. No gym and no laundry (yet) today, but there has been some tanning action. I've gotten re-involved with Jersey Shore, so I'm all about that these days. Last year I missed the last half of the season, so I didn't watch it at all this year. And I never saw seasons 1 and 2. So I've watched seasons 1-3 so far, and I've started season 4. I LOVE Pauly. "Cabs are here!!" "yeeeaaahhhhh buddy" He's hilarious. I can't stand Sammi. Sweetheart my ass. She's a conniving bitch, that's what she is. She's also one of the most fake people I've ever seen. I LOVE JWoww. She'll knock a bitch out, and I love it. Of course, I love Snooki. She's only a couple inches shorter than me....shorties gotta stick together.

Anyways, I've been against it for a long time, but I'm sick of being forever pale, so I've decided to start tanning. I don't want to be as tan as they are, but I'm gonna get some color. Annnnd I have nothing else. Except I'm going to be studying and doing homework the rest of the day :/

So I've got my 20% everything coupon from Kohl's, and I start looking at stuff online. I've found that I enjoy shopping online, because there are more options than in the store, and because they have plus sizes online (which I need for my shirts....I can't help that my boobs are huge and they stretch out normal shirts). So anyway, I was looking at pajamas, and I decided to check out what they have for comforter sets. I've been dying to buy a new bedroom set for a long time. Mine is messed up and nothing matches. I have dark grey sheets, a reversible alternative down comforter that's a dark red and beige. My pillowcases are dark grey, black, and maroon. It looks retarded. So I was looking at what Kohl's has to offer, and I became very frustrated.

Most of the sets come with a comforter, pillowcases, shams, a bed skirt, and maybe a decorative pillow or two. NONE OF THEM COME WITH SHEETS. You have to buy sheets separately, if they are even offered to buy. Some of them you can't even buy sheets to match the set. WHAT. So the comforter sets were all on sale, running from about $80-200. Then the sheet sets are an additional $25-65. That's asinine. Makes no sense. So I found a set that I really liked. It was a black and white pattern with hot pink trim. But I decided to shop more.

I went to JC Penny (online, obviously). There was the same story. And I didn't even see any sets that I liked. Out of the hundreds of patterns, I saw nothing that fit what I was looking for. Comforter sets with no sheets. And there, sheet sets weren't even available to buy that matched most of the time. They did, however, have window coverings that matched the comforter

So I checked out Sears. FINALLY. I saw cheaper sets offered that INCLUDED SHEETS WITH THE COMFORTER SET. And, I saw a lot of options that I liked. It was on sale for 50% off, ending 3/17, so I had to hurry and get it in the cart before midnight. This is everything that the set comes with: Full Set include; Full Comforter, Full Bed skirt, Two 20x26 Standard Shams, two standard pillow cases, flat sheet and fitted sheet and 2 euro shams.

OMG IT COMES WITH SHEETS!!! HALLELUIAH.

It looks like this:

I paid $96.38 total. Shipping was free. So if I were to get the set at Kohl's that matches the number of pieces in the set I bought, it would have been $229.97, not including tax. And those pieces were all on sale, they just would have been purchased separately. But it WAS super cute. This is what it looked like:

I wouldn't have purchased the decorative pillows. But still, the set is cute. Wish I could have afforded it, but I'm happy I shopped around. And, I did buy a few things that were on clearance at Kohl's. Just not a bedroom set.

She's fucking blabbering on and I can hardly understand a goddamn word she's saying. She's bragging about my youngest sister's new boyfriend and how great he is.

Maybe I should bring home a new girlfriend.

Nick sent me a birthday gift. He sent me a shirt from Vegas, a $1 chip from Flamingo, and a deck of cards that was used at the Bellagio. It was so sweet I felt like crying.

EDIT:
My mother just told me that she thinks I'm a lesbian. I am a fucking prophet.

I feel like I'm dying. It's 79 outside and 80 in the house. Which means it's at least 85 in my bedroom. And not only is it hot, it's also humid in the house. We have some of the windows open.

Anyway, I spent the last couple of hours planning my summer and fall semesters and applying for FAFSA. When they tell you that you may qualify for X amount, is that per semester? Because you apply only once a school year, right? Because after the second week they begin disbursing the extra funds from the semester...I don't know. They seemingly increased how much I'm allowed to get loans for by $1,000, but we'll see when I get my award letter how much I can actually get. The first time I went to school, I paid out of pocket because I didn't want student loans. Now I see no other way.

So, here's what I've figured out for summer and fall:

Summer: Academic and Career Pathways in Psychology, Intro to Math, and Approaches to Cultural Anthropology

Fall: Math for Liberal Arts, Interpersonal and Social Power: A View From Below, Environmental Geology, Ethnic Conflict in Global Perspective, and Europe: Creation and Conflict, 1500-1789

With these classes, I will have my general electives done. For the summer classes, one class is the first month, one class is the last month, and the other class runs the whole semester, so I don't think these three summer classes will be too much to handle.

I miss not having someone to talk to all the time. I want someone to have conversations with. Someone I can share my thoughts with, and who shares their thoughts with me. This isn't about just friends. I want to have a deeper connection with someone. But not only that, I want someone I can joke around and have fin with. My heart hurts sometimes because I don't have that. It makes me sad. I'm sick of being alone all the time.

And to add to all this, one of my good friends from high school isn't talking to me. A few weeks ago when I went to house sit for my mom, I didn't see her because we got into an argument texting the first day I was down there. She keeps trying to tell me that Cody is a dirt bag because of how he treated me. She thinks he led me on and she keeps talking shit. She's never even met him and she keeps judging him like this. She thinks that she's helping me, but she just doesn't know the whole story. Cody has helped me through a lot of shit. He's been there for me. He'll listen when I need to talk. He offers good advice. He's one of the very few people in my "real" life that know I was molested when I was a kid. He knows that I've had a serious history with depression and anxiety and he's helped me become a better person. A happier person...even though I still have my problems. In fact, Cody and I had appetizers at Chili's last Sunday and we had a pretty serious conversation and I teared up. He says that I'm not happy because I don't know who I am. He forced me to start listing good things about myself, and I didn't get very far. He said that there's so many more things that he would have said about me that I didn't. He asked me, so if he was some guy sitting across the table from me, what would I want him to know about me. I was like, I don't know.

And it still hurts, a lot, that he doesn't feel the same way about me that I do for him. Just writing this right now I'm starting to cry. But I have to choke it down and pretend like it doesn't bother me when I'm around him. I have to. Because he's a good friend to me. Pretty much the only one I have now. He does make me feel happy when I'm around him.

But anyway, Miranda and I got into this huge fight over how Cody supposedly played me. I don't know, whenever strangers see us together they think that we're married or dating. But I told her that she doesn't know the whole story and she shouldn't judge him like that when she's never met him. She said that the letter I wrote didn't sound like me and I would never say any of it to her face. Well, for one thing, I write better than I talk. When I talk about something important, I get flustered and emotional and I say things wrong and trip over my words. That's another thing Cody has tried helping me with. For another thing, I don't always trust her. She talks about everybody to everybody. If someone is going through something or something happened, everyone knows about it because she tells them.

So I told Cody some of the things she was saying, and he didn't appreciate it. He says it's one thing to say something about how he looks or whatever (like, he's gay, he's wearing a necklace...we tease Cody all the time for being gay ), but it's a completely other thing to attack his character when she's never met him and she doesn't know him. And I completely agree with him.

So. I'm pretty sure I've lost some friends from high school, because everyone hangs out together, and if I'm not talking to Miranda or hanging out, I'm not hanging out with any of them.

I haven't worked out in over a week, but I'm eating right (except for 3 occasions), so I'm still losing weight. I promise I'm going to start again on Monday. My calf muscles we hurting so bad I could hardly go up and down the stairs in the house. I could only walk on my tip toes on my right leg because those muscles were so bad. So I thought I would take a break for a day or two until my muscles felt better....buuuut, that break stretched into a week O.o

I hope this doesn't continue happening. I don't want my muscles to hurt like this every time I work out, because that would be bad. I don't want to be in constant pain. Everyone says that you're muscles start to hurt less, but I don't know...

Anyway, it's less than a week until my birthday. I haven't even been thinking about it, and I actually forget until someone brings it up. Like my mom asking what I want, and my sister asking what my plans are. I don't have any plans. I want to get smashed, but I don't have anyone to do that with. Anyway, my sister wants to have a little birthday bbq for me. Sounds like fun. I hope there's beer involved. But I have class that night. I hope I can get out of it. I should be there because we have an assignment that involves looking at skulls and figuring out what species of hominin they are, then we have to put them in order from oldest to youngest. Then there are going to be two young "unknowns" and we have to add them in to the order that we previously made from oldest to youngest. I'm going to see if the instructor can email me pictures of them. Otherwise I will have to go in to class. That suuuucks having a class the evening of my birthday

Seriously. My blog has blown up the last few days. I have 1237 footprints for the week, 232 comments, and 7 new friends. I'm not used to this anymore. It's hard to keep up with everything if I don't spend a lot of time here. And honestly, I woke up just before noon today and spent almost all day watching Jersey Shore on Netflix and cross stitching:

I went to the computer intending on studying some more for my psychology exam, but I am easily distracted I guess, lol.

So I'm glad everyone enjoyed my sociology assignment XD

Anyway, I'd never personally dealt with a Xanga troll before, even though I've been here 8 1/2 years. Until the other day when I posted my Evolution vs Creationism post. Then I ran head first into the troll formerly known as Loborn. How frustrating trolls are....I hope I never have to do that again.

Annnd, just for fun, this one makes me laugh every time

I just finished my paper on social deviance. This is what happened. I changed the experiment I was doing to ordering food for a stuffed animal in a restaurant.

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For this paper, I bought a medium sized stuffed animal, a duck. I took this duck to a restaurant and proceeded to treat the duck as a human being. I observed the reactions of the people I encountered. I walked into Olive Garden with the duck under my arm and promptly asked for a table for two with a smile. When the hostess asked me if I would like to wait for the other party, I again smiled and said “she’s right here,” lifting it a little. The hostess paused for a moment before asking me if I would like a table or booth. I said either was fine, and she went to check on a table, saying that it was dirty. When she came back, I was led through the main dining room, and was seated in an adjacent dining room,that was empty. In fact, there were some employees on break, eating in that area.

I placed the duck on the table next to me. When the waiter came and asked about drinks, I ordered a pop for myself and water for “her.” The waiter didn’t blink an eye. When he came back with the drinks, I placed the straw in the water, and the water in front of the duck. I ordered food for myself, and proceeded ordering an appetizer for the duck. When the salad came, I was surprised to see the waiter had brought an extra salad plate and an extra bread stick plate for the duck. I placed the plates in front of it and filled them with salad and a bread stick. I placed the napkin on its lap. The food came and I placed the appetizer in front of the duck.

Whenever the waiter checked in, he asked if the food was good for both of us. When I asked for the check, he asked if it was all on the same bill. I replied that it was, and when he brought it, he also brought mints for both myself and the duck. When I paid, I admitted that this was all for an assignment and school,and he said that he was glad to hear it. He said that he was wondering what was going on because I seemed so normal. He had asked someone else what he should do, and was told to go with it.

This act was deviant because it violates social norms. As a society, we expect that people do not carry around stuffed animals and treat them like human beings by ordering food for them. I was immediately ostracized by being seated an in unused dining room and segregated from the rest of the group. This very reaction makes it deviant.

As I passed through the occupied dining room with the stuffed duck under my arm, I caught the reactions of the diners, which were varied. There were a few who exclaimed “cute!” There were some who simply stared, some who stared with weird looks on their faces, and some who laughed or smirked. There were some who saw me and looked away, ignoring my presence altogether. Then of course, there was the waiter, who played along like I really did have a small child instead of a stuffed animal.

I wasn’t surprised at the reactions of the diners. The only thing that I was surprised about with them was the fact that a few of them thought it was cute to carry around a duck. Of course, they weren’t there to observe me ordering food for it. I am not sure what their reactions would have been if they knew I had.

I found the reactions of the hostess and the waiter more surprising and more relevant. The hostess seemingly saw this as something to be ashamed of because she felt the need to hide me from the rest of the diners. She definitely felt that treating the animal as my second party was outside of social norms, and did something about it. The waiter had a very different reaction. He treated the situation as though it was completely normal, and that people did it all the time. At first this reaction was puzzling, because it obviously doesn’t happen. At least, I’ve never seen anyone order food for a stuffed animal, and I’ve eaten out a lot. Perhaps a child might, but again, I’ve never seen it. It wasn’t until the ruse was over that I discovered his reason for his reaction,and I was glad that I had told him at the end, otherwise I wouldn’t have known that someone else had told him to just go with it. It would have been interesting to interact with and observe the person that had given him that advice.

Throughout this experience, I felt a little ostracized. It really didn’t bother me too much though, because I knew in the back of my mind that this was for an assignment, and that I don’t normally behave this way. It felt very strange to be acting this way, and at times it felt surreal that I was actually ordering food for a stuffed animal. There were times when I knew no one was looking that I had to laugh, because it was just such a strange situation. I later told some of my friends and had a good time laughing with them as I rehashed the details,particularly what the waiter said and did.