Luv Futbol-ers

7:45 Lauren VM calls and invites me to a random party

10:45 Lauren, Michelle and I head off to L's friend "Darryl"'s place

11:00 We are assigned to Darryl's team, the Twisters. Turns out Darryl and friends are soccer players. And hotties.

11:01 We're playing/cheering for drinking games against Team Tornado

12:00 The entire party is involved in Survivor Flip Cup

1:00 The Twisters come back to win Survivor Flip Cup after being down to 2 players against 6

1:15 Team T-Shirts are distributed to remaining partiers

1:30 Both team hit the intramural fields barefooted to play some soccer.

2:00 The sprinklers come on

2:40 Twisters, muddy and freezing, win!!!

3:00 I stumble into my room, feet positively caked with mud, shoes full of sprinkler water. I hose myself down in the shower and tumble shivering into bed.

A good night.

Girliness

I've been in heavy engineering mode all day so I'm about to go off the deep end of girliness. Please don't read this if you still want to respect me as a person later.

1. I hate walking across campus at night. Not because I'm a vulnerable, out-of-shape woman in the most impractical shoes ever made, but because those dark sidewalks have lots of Palmetto bugs hiding on them. (For you who are unfamiliar with the Palmetto state of SC, a Palmetto bug is a cockroach so big that South Carolinians claimed and renamed them.)

2. I got a little bored tonight and I was in a good mood (I kicked my Thermodynamics exam's ass and have a caffeine buzz) so I cut myself some bangs. My hair is so now. So now, in fact, that I'm going to delay getting it trimmed.

3. I ran into an old acquaintance today and remembered why he always bugs me. He's really nice, but his eyes sparkle. They are so sparkley that its distracting. Its unnatural. Its like staring down the big magical love scene in the cheasiest movie ever. For an hour straight. Ugh, and afterwards you keep wondering if you are in love with him, but then you think, "no, its just those freaking disco balls he calls eyes!" His eyes aren't even bright blue or something. They are really dark brown. It is so odd.

4. Suspicion is mounting that I have lost weight. This is very distressing. I've never lost weight before. Not that I'm really in touch with the day to day fluctuation as I do not own a scale, nor do I go to the sort of places that have them (gyms, doctors offices, the homes of anorexics). Nonetheless, evidence is mounting that I've downsized a little.

• Two different women have asked me if I've lost weight.
• I've complained repeatedly that the dryer is not shrinking my pants enough.
• My cute new H&M jacket buttoned easily today. I bought it a half-size too small so the sleeves were the right length. Today I threw it on and was chilly in the rain so I buttoned it and it was easy as pie.

I can't be completely sure how this happened, but if it means none of my pants are going to fit, I'm not happy about it. I guess cooking for myself and not buying junk food (gotta save those pennies for the weekend) is healthy for me.

5. Could I have been more adorable in my kelly green jacket with my lime green umbrella today? No, not really. Not when you take into account my green and yellow jade necklace.

6. Davis (cute new coffee shop employee, who's name is not actually Davis, but since he hasn't introduced himself, will be called Davis forthwith) just isn't giving me the time of day. It took 4 lattes to get eye contact and then there was no response to my flirtatious smile and thank-you. Gay guys give me more than that. He may not be human, but he is so good-looking. Unfortunate.

Ok, I'd like to claim that this ends the hyper-estrogen rush, but no promises. Deal.
Love to all.