twenty-six

I made some more cupcakes with my soulmate today. And we went to IKEA. And we went to Beverly's. It was a very nice day until I started talking about my boyfriend problems. We all have them so no big deal. I'm just frustrated with myself. You don't know it's love until you have it. And now I feel like I've lost a little bit of it so I don't even have it anymore. I'm not sure if I feel better after my talk today with my soulmate about it. When he was gone I missed him. But not that much. And now he's back and I feel different.

I watched the last four episodes of Sex and the City tonight. It did make me feel a little bit better. And it made my night go really well. And then he got home and I feel all sick again. I hope this is just a weird time. I want it to go back to what it was.

And I want my fucking headache to go away too.

twenty-five

I made some cupcakes with my soulmate today. And I was pretty boring and used a boxed cake recipe and frosting from a jar. Jesus that frosting was disgusting by itself. And I read the ingredients... My goodness... And then I tasted the frosting by itself because it's my favorite--cream cheese. And it left this horrible metallic aftertaste in my mouth. I blame you Betty Crocker. Next time I will make my own damn frosting. None of this lazy bull shit. And it will taste fucking amazing.

So now of course these cupcakes will go to my French class tomorrow. I'm not sure if there will be enough but first come first serve. I don't give a shit. Though I don't really care about my French classmates. I'm only friends with one or two of them. I could give them to my mythology mates... But there's this one chick that's a superbitch to everyone in the class. And she's super fat. I'm not really sure how those two are related. But she would love my cupcakes. She eats everything that comes to class. Not surprisingly, it disgusts me. If she was nice, it would disgust me less. It's really too bad. So French it is. Because of that one chick. And I have better friends in mythology... I guess it's just too bad for them.

Also I'm not looking forward to going to Sociology tomorrow evening. This chick last time was bitching a lot about how the teacher "threatened" to give her a worse grade on her test and suggested that if she wanted to do that then she should go to his office hours. And then he left because we had a break and she's all blah blah blah about how she's tried to email him  and he never replies and go to see him during office hours but he's never there and how she's going to write to the dean about him. And honestly, this teacher is really good and she shouldn't be complaining. It's not that hard to get an A in this class. But she was making me really anxious how much she was going off on the guy. And I'm fucking tired of feeling anxious like that.