Sunday, 29 January 2012
Sometimes I'm so happy I just can't stand it. ;)
Today is my mom's birthday- we're going to feast on seafood and it's going to be dericious.
In other news, I brought my dog to sleep over with me at my boyfriend's the other night. It was fuuuunny. Our two jack russells didn't get along so well.
It looks like this apartment thing is really happening, I'm SO excited. I decided I want to do the bathroom in yellow and white, bedroom in red, living room in forest green, and kitchen in blue (like the color on those willow ware plates). I even stopped into Crate and Barrel to look around. Then I saw the prices, laughed, and wished I lived closer to Ikea. Boyfriend, being a boy, doesn't really care what our apartment looks like, as long as he gets to bring his two monitors and his giant-ass TV.
I dreamt about ex two nights in a row. It's never in a sexy way, definitely not. It's not even like a I-wish-we-were back-together dream; I think I'm as over him now as I'll ever be. It's more like in an embarrassing way. It's always him avoiding me because he hates me now, and then us ending up in an awkward situation where we have to be around each other, and I feel like apologizing for even existing. A remnant of my former personality, surviving in my subconscious. THANKS subconscious.
I've lost so much weight since the baby! Yesterday I weighed myself on dad's (possibly grossly inaccurate) scale, and I'm down to 100 lbs! Needless to say I was incredulous. Pre-delivery weight was 150, and pre-conception was 115, with one notable exception of 99 when I ate 1 meal a day for several weeks. Plus my tummy and my tits are still tons bigger than they used to be. Sooo...scumbag scale lies about weight? idk. I'm happy anyway.