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so, a great weekend in philly with amelia. ive never been around so many filipinos my age without freaking out, breaking out in hives, running out of the room screaming. im still a bit scarred from freshman year high school and their version of "asia club" which equated to sitting around and empty room talking shit.
the highlight of the weekend was the afterparty. the DJ was awesome and i danced my fucking ass off. ive never let go on the dance floor like i did that saturday night (or sunday morning?). it was cathartic. im usually self-conscious but i really didnt care. turn up the music.
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so ive decided no more dating for a while. my heart is a little bruised. and ive become a bit cynical. and a bit of an alcoholic. not healthy coping mechanisms. im 22. i have time. im going to have fun. | | |
| ive been exercising a lot more the past couple weeks. running, dance class, strength-training. i do it for the endorphins, the stress relief, and to lose these damn love handles. a part of it is also a bit of revenge to all those guys. because i am going to look GOOD, even better than i look now (hahaha!). even if there isnt a huge improvement, i know ill feel better about myself.
volunteering at the whitman-walker clinic. doing DC habitat for humanity when i can. doing my part in the community. trying to keep busy.
i thank myself everyday for my friends and my family. a phone call, airplane ride, bus ride away. id be in so much trouble without them. thank you.
happy halloween everyone! | | |
| the sun is shining!
i have a new cellphone. its quite pretty and slightly annoying in all its gadgetyness.
things to do today:
1) clean the apartment.
2) buy new sheets... urban outfitters here i come!
3) put up my poster.
4) eat.
5) buy alcohol for possible pre-gaming at my place tonight.
6) dont forget to get cash at the ATM.
7) fake it til i make it.
8) mail my old cell phone back home or else glory mae will kill me.

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