Nothing. At. All.

So guess what I saw? :)

1) People (like 3 ish) poised and aiming their camera in my car's direction. It's 9pm. It's dark and empty out. They're are huddled there with equipment set up. And as I pass I see their camera following my car!!! Creeps!!! But it IS college and people could be doing a project for any class. Nowadays, there's a class for everything, and all sorts of wacky odd and innovative projects or creative ways people complete projects, so that coulda just been a project they're working on. Or.... Or it coulda been people taking action shots, practicing action shots, practicing action night shots, who knows. They coulda been filming for some youtube thing, or just catching a clip for their own video. Or..... they coulda been stalkers looking for their next victim. And you'll know when I stop posting and I disappear from the face of the earth and there's a missing person's report.

2) a girl actually using those rounded exercise shoes!! Like, it's the same kind of idea as those Nike ankle trainers or something, but these were giant ovals, atleast 3 inches tall for the short part of the oval. the long part of the oval was the span of her foot. So this girl was walking around with her feet 3 inches off the ground, with empty oval/circle things under her looking like some futuristic something  Weird. As much as I want strong feet, I would NEVER want to train with that! I'd use those pulley things that stretch, or I'd run or do ANYTHING else that's NOT using those.... whatever they're called!!

Aside from that, I just hate myself alll over. On the plus side, I like my figure. My silhoutte is sexy as hell, but in a mirror in some light, I'm just average joe with a lumpy face. But the reason I hate myself is not my looks - I'm happy with that - no, I hate my habits!! I totally blew off 5 hours of homeworking this weekend, and I wasted 2 more hours today just facebooking, email-checking, TV watching, photo searching, game playing, and stressing over not running or being fit or being super smart or having time to read Harry potter. UGH!!!!!!!!! This isn't the hopeless kind of frustration, but just the  why-the-hell-would-you-do-that-?? frustration. Which I guess is better, but it makes me feel like a failure. I don't know.
I could have ADHD, I could have some reading/speaking/spelling/math-ing/brain retardation, but I may not. I may be anorexic or depressed or bipolar or any other disorder, but I'm just so slightly a part of each of these disorder that individually, I'm none of them. But together, I have something wrong.... I don't know. It's 12:52. I'm going to bed. Wow, I probably won't even get to do the 5 assignments I planned to do tomorrow that I put of tonight... So much for planning ahead!