what's the meaning of this?

hmm. this weekend has been weird.

met my professors and suppose they are what i expected. of course, 2 of them, i still haven't met 2, but im sure somewhere along the way they will find a way to bite me in the ass.

anyhow, about this week. i find it hard to believe that i was one of the first to volunteer to digest the assigned oblicon cases. and to agree to digest everything in advance. and to have been able to (albeit a few minutes late due to a netcaf incident) submit my digests on the day assigned, and not days later as i had done in the past. AND, was able to make advance notes for oblicon. hah. can this be the start of my best-self lifestyle? (well, not the start but the path leading to it since i DID procrastinate quite a bit yesterday. but the trauma of yesterday is excuse enough i think)

the weekend was weird, and crazy. it started off okay, quite fun, really. we spent the afternoon eating contraband (well, for me at least) isaw, and chatting it up with tessa. hehehe. saying for everyone what everyone could not say. fun. a pseudo-party at a blockmate's house where i sat on a wooden swing and had a somewhat-deep-yet-somewhat-shallow conversation with gilbert and izzy. determined how important it was for me for a guy to be art-involved and cultured. (quite important surprisingly) but that swing was beautiful.

oh. and it was the debut of my awesome new pink pants! hehe. the ditz in me lives. and i thought it had died of suffocation underneath all the photocopied cases.

the saturday was the weird and painful part. while good-naturedly sorting through my clothes to give to yfc's rummage sale, my mother (GOD FORBID), decided she would go and try on everything i owned. and she fit into them!!! HORRORS! everyone is losing weight but me. she took away some 4 or 5 pairs of my best skinny pants and flares.
while i am happy that she is no longer in her MASTER SHOWMAN OUTFITS, (my mother has the most horrid fashion sense), i am not happy about the fact that it had to be at my (literally, physically, emotionally) expense. so now, she is out gallivanting in my pants and shoes, and wearing my bag, while i, am in a crummy net cafe sending files (in my fat pants) so everyone in the block can be secure in the fact that they do not have to study THAT hard for oblicon.

but who am i kidding, i am just bitching around because after a week of eating nothing but green beans and icky leaves, my mother, who has been eating pork and rice and everything i cannot have, has somehow managed to wedge herself into my pants and walked away with them. and i have gained 2 more freaking pounds.

my head has been pounding non-stop. i don't know what's more annoying - my mother (in an effort to calm me down because she fit into my clothes) insisting that i look pounds smaller (despite the fact that i GAINED more weight than i already carried, or her lupon of old biddies who insist on the same thing upon her bidding. there's a catch phrase. old biddies doing an old biddy's bidding. IN MY FREAKING JEANS.

ugh. my head is starting to hurt again. maybe its the hunger. maybe if i get hungry enough i will be able to eat my mother. then my jeans can hang in my closet in peace.

i think i am playing the part of the huge bitch today. whatthehell. no one better get in my way.

i have to go and eat my leafy lunch now.