Yes and no are very powerful words. Mean them when you say them. Respect them when you hear them.
-Michael Josephson

haha it's funny how us girls sometimes have our own way of saying yes and no. i know we've had these conversations multiple times and we still can't figure out why we do it..we just..do? like:

guy: want to eat?
girl: no..but i could.

guy: are you sleepy?
girl: yeah, but not really.

guy: do you want to go home?
girl: yeah, but we don't have to.

haha and when a guy hears that he's like, wtf are you saying!! ha, but if another girl hear's it, she's totally like.."yeah same here"..to which the guy does a double take of wtf are you BOTH saying? okay random thought from random conversations=P.

anyways, i'm so totally lagging on updating our freaking workouts. i lose track of how much i've improved/stagnated. sooooooo tonight i'll be sure to post like the last 2 weeks. exciting i know! who knows, someone out there might truly be interested in the pain i suffer with tyrant boyfriend workout freak fiance guy! hehe, i know he is at least.

gosh so many decisions that need to be made. so much budgeting to keep track of..haha on top of the budgeting that we're already doing=P. aye yay yay. oy ve. what the heck does oy ve mean..my spanish 1 honors mind you!! nerd yes..anyways, my spanish teacher always said that when we said or did something wrong. so i looked it up, and nothing. i wonder if i heard it wrong? but i tend to say it sometimes now too if something is confusing. kinda like ay-ya i guess?

i remember in my shakespeare english lit class senior year in hs, my teacher always wrote comments on my essays about how i jump topics. that tends to be a trend in the way i write in my blogs, how i tell my stories to ppl, yada yada. it just turns out that way. like whatever thought pops in my brain that's what i'm going to tell you dangit!

dude, so the past 2 nights i've had some funky dreams. like on sunday night i dreamt about zombies. and they usually were like grandma/grandpa age. anyways, so in my dream me & lou were in this van trying to get away when all these ppl, both zombies and not, also got on. so we had to pretend we were all dazed like them and would stick our tongues out like them when they were sitting still. then this old grandma zombie grabbed my hand and was like, "what's your name?" while she scratched my wrist with her nails. so i kept trying to avoid her, but she'd always try to get near me and scratch my arm/hand/shoulder. it felt sooooooooo real. the funny thing was when i woke up, i told lou about it and he said he had a dream about zombies too!..but different kinds..but still..trippy dream.

last night's dream was a bit more sad. i ended up in some hospital room and lou, my dad and someone else were being wheelchaired in there from some accident i guess? i hate those kind of dreams. so in the morning when lou was getting ready i gave him a big hug and then when i got into the office i walked to my dad's cube to wait for him to get in. hehe i know he was surprised to see me just sitting on his desk. so we chit-chatted a bit and then i felt better knowing that he's safe=P. hopefully no more weirdo dreams tonight!

ooooh and lastly..happy birthday jenn-tot!!!! have a grrrrrrrrrrreat day=).