Gluten-Free's the New Way to Be...

Since I was little I have always had stomach problems. In fact, after high school, it was so bad that I had a Costco-sized bottle of Pepto in my car's glove box...as well as one in my purse, and one at home. I've been to specialists, and they've done all kinds of fun tests, but to no end. They slapped me with "chronic dispepsia", which essentially means "there's something wrong with your stomach, but we have no clue what it is". I was reading this article in Fitness magazine, about this woman who discovered that she has Celiac disease...and there was a list of symptoms, of which I had EVERY ONE. So I did some research, and came to the conclusion that this what's wrong with me. Now, I'm a hypochondriac, but this time I was pretty sure I was right. I went to the doctor, and asked to get the blood test that looks for the antibody for gluten intolerance, but she told me that the blood test is not especially good at picking up on it, especially since I started avoiding gluten. However, regardless of the blood test, she told me to cut out gluten and see if that makes a difference. If it's Celiac, then I'd notice a difference within a week or so. So that is what I'm doing. There is gluten in EVERYTHING!!! Today is only my second day of zero gluten...so we'll see how things go...if it makes a difference, at least I'll feel better...if it doesn't, it's one more thing to cross off the list.


Why I Want Rubies...

Diamonds: Nothing says 'I love you' like a superficial and overvalued rock clawed from the guts of the earth by African slave labour...


School Sucks, Dude.

I had a discouraging day...I got two papers back, and got two relatively mediochre marks. I didn't come close to failing, but I got a B+ and B- for what I thought to be an A and a B, respectively. I hate getting generic marks with nothing but arbitrary or vague comments on them. The problem is that the marks bother me, but I know I put no effort into preparing and writing them, and for one, I hadn't even read the book. Plus, these will be the last two English classes that I will theoretically have to take, EVER. That, and considering my lack of effort, I got off easy! I just really want to be done, and I really don't want to put in effort of any kind. On top of that, I've been feeling stressed and anxious lately, and I'm not sure why. Part of it is my deep-seated hatred for all things pretaining to second cup. Another part is that I really hate school right now. Blargh. Things suck right now, especially now that the whole boning and favoritism crap is going on at the Cup too. I just want to be done--school, work, this apartment, the drama. Mentally, I'm already done, and that is a dangerous state of mind to be in. So, as a warning to you all, especially the cuppies, if you have to work with me, you may need to be a mediater between me, and Chad, and customers, unless you would love to witness a figurative or literal bloodbath. Scary, huh?



Yesterday I had an epiphany. I know what my dream job would be: a beauty editor for a magazine! I'd get to write about new products, and get craploads of free products, and get to test out products before they even come out on the market!! I would be killer at it! But I could still go and get my esthetician and hair, because that would be fun to have too....yup. So I'm totally diggin' Interpol right now...just thought y'all should know.


And I said, "What about Breakfast At Tiffany's?"

I bought the anniversary edition of Breakfast at Tiffany's on DVD. It is one of my most favorite movies ever...I love Audrey Hepburn!! She was such a fantastic person...I highly recommend the movie to anyone who hasn't seen it. It's one of the classics.
Speaking of dumber than a bowl of cookies, Russ and I went to the Lulu Lemon warehouse sale...I prepared myself for the stupidity that was about to befall us...but I'm still amazed at how self-centered the majority of their clientele is! Most of the good stuff was already gone, but I got some great capri pants for $40, regularly $84...so it was not in vain. The change room sucked though, because that's all it was. A room with some mirrors slapped on the wall. Not so bad, except that there were way too many people in the room, and since no one cared about anyone but themselves, they would walk all over your clothing and stuff...ugh. But at least I got my pants. Yay. Now I can wear them in the sauna apartment...yup. We now have heat. Actually, we can't shut the heat off, and it is now a zillion degrees, and the windows have all swelled shut, and so we are stuck in the stupid sauna apartment...now all I need are some rocks...