Have found that the most successful way to maintain a running schedule is to update my workout playlist almost daily. I get bored with music like I get bored with people who listen to Pit Bull or don't vaccinate their children. On days when I have a lot of feelings and need to outrun them, I listen to really dirty Niki Minaj songs, i.e Truffle Butter.

Mark's birthday is on Friday and I have to make it perfect. Thinking a bonfire on the beach with our friends and some moonshine and then later I'll try to harness my inner Niki Minaj. 

There are days when I'm perfectly productive and drink like 64 oz of water and do my homework and go to work and go to sleep at 10 pm like a good girl. But those are the days I feel like I'm a permascowl slapped on an empty shell. Whattabore. 

As Karl Marx once said 

"We are living in a material world. And I am a material girl" 

Coyotes tiptoe in the snow after dark
At home with the ghosts in the national parks
Mankind's behavin' like some serial killers
Giant ol' monsters afraid of the sharks

[Refrain]
And we're in love with all of it
And we say, "What can we say?"

Walking with ghosts in the national parks
Coyotes tiptoe in the snow after dark

[Refrain]

Another branch on the tinder-bound tree
Birds flying low, looking downwards to feed
Mankind's behavin' like some serial killers
Giant ol' monsters afraid of the sharks

[Refrain]

[Bridge] x2
And we say, "We're in love with all of it"
And we say, "We're in love with everything"
And we say, "What can we say?"

And we say, "We're in love with all of it"
And we say, "We're in love with everything"
And we lie, we love to lie

My boyfriend tries very hard to be political. He is so comfortable before a crowd and I'm am so comfortable within it, making sleepy eyes at the emcee who's been happily dethroned. I knew I knew that guy from somewhere. He used to be so drugged up in French, this emcee, but he was staring at me with the upmost lucidity and my heart began to BEAT.

Five shots of cinnamon whiskey + one party hop + two Purity Ring songs and we were both sweating hard. People and their warm boozy breaths down my neck, sent me lunging for a window in the bodies, which revealed S leaning in close to that girl from the city hall internship and I felt a slight twinge between my eyes, but not much other than that. Emcee was pleasantly sober, and pleasantly, pleasant? And he was giving me the look look and backing up. Backing up into a bedroom, and then into a bathroom. I followed, like a dog, delightfullly dizzy and all sorts of other appropriate alliterations. Anyway that's how I found myself dancing to purity ring in someone's shower in my underwear. ,He tentatively put his hands on my waist and tried not to shiver because I was hogging most of the water, because I am inherently selfesh. That is why my boyfriend was snogging that girl from the city hall. That is why the Ssssssssss key on my keyboard is broken and I have to hit it 20 times. 

Me and emceee boy are hanging out tomorrow whoot whoot. And I'm like, Walking with ghosts in the national parks / Coyotes tiptoe in the snow after dark

Oh, there was something else I was thinking about a lot. I go to a very conservative school. I'm not a slut. My visa is expiring in January of next year. Sigh. 

I went grocery shopping today and bought rice and lipstick. I walked around with Mark's watch strapped to my wrist. The afternoon sun was hot and made the leather band stick to my skin. It took me forever to fix it, but now it's ticking properly again. Maybe I'll give it back to him as a peace offering.

I learned something this weekend. There are two kinds of people in this world. Those who walk into a room and say ‘Here I am’ and those who walk into a room and say, ‘There you are.” I read that in a book, I think. But this weekend was the first time I believed it.