Uh oh! Here comes the story of my life!

Not really. It's just a daily recap. Sorry to get all of your hopes up.

I woke up far too late and, while I would have preferred to wrap myself securely in my bed comforter and spend the day chillin' in my residence hall like that, I dragged myself down to the shower and prettified myself. Shortly thereafter, I called Hannah's cell phone to wake her up so that she could go to the dining commons with me. Hannah wins at life.

We got some delicious food from the DC and brought it back to our dorms. Seriously, I could feed a small army with the food that I have in here. It's awesome.

So then I ate an apple with some peanut butter (which is amazing; don't even BEGIN to knock it until you've tried it) and pretty much hung out for a few hours, being a nerd and chatting online with amazing people whom I adore. I snagged some cold medication from Caitlin, which tastes disgusting (I can't even begin to describe just how disgusting it actually is) but works like a charm. I started feeling better within half-an-hour.

And then Liz found me and decided to make good on my offer to be her workout buddy. So, after much whining, I got changed into some shorts and a t-shirt and went with her to the gym. The fitness center for our quad is a joke of a fitness center. The room is tiny and poorly ventilated and they only have two of each machine. Plus, the structure of the entire building is quite labrynth-like and it was a pain to find the stupid fitness room to begin with.

In retrospect, it's probably not a good idea to work out as hard as I did while you have the flu. While I definitely felt better about myself mentally when I was finished (not to mention the endorphine rush; I love that), I felt pretty much like crap physically--like, in terms of my flu symptoms.

Then we went back to the dorms, changed our clothes, and went to the DC for dinner, where we pretty much just took more food back to our dorms. At this point, I pretty much live on fruit. I love it. Love it, love it, love it. Lovey-lovey-love-love. Love it. Okay, moving on..

So, here's the scoop on the clingy ex-boyfriend who wants to marry me:
After talking to a certain AWESOME someone, I decided that just sending him back the promise ring without any explanation wouldn't be very nice--and that's not what I'm all about. So I wrote him a letter that goes a little something like: "David, I'm deepy flattered that you still feel this way about me after so long. However, you and I both know that a marriage built on unreciprocated infatuation is bound to fail. I'm sure that the one for you is out there and that you just need to look a little closer to home to find her. [blah blah blah more ways of saying "no" politely and sensitively]" Hopefully he won't continue to bother me once this is pulled off the table (I know that sounds mean but, come on! If you were in my shoes, wouldn't you find the whole situation a bit creepy?).

Oh! Oh! The Amazing Race premiered today and I'm so excited. They started in SEATTLE. It both broke my heart and made me happy to see such familiar images on TV (I'm just slightly homesick at this point). But I got to point out certain things to my floor-mates and that was awesome. We are all planning to make watching The Amazing Race and America's Next Top Model a weekly affair (Grey's Anatomy too, I suppose). K3 unity!!

I was missing my [paternal] grandmother today. I'm feeling a bit misguided right now and she always seemed to be able to put me back on track in the past. I hate being so far away that I can't go to the cemetery regularly to lay fresh flowers down. Jessie and Hannah were talking about their grandmothers at lunch the other day and how they always call to check up on them. I wish I had that.

Now here's where I get all emo:

I don't know what it's going to take for my parents to be proud of me. There's not much more I can do: I get good grades, I'm involved with a bazillion extracurricular activities, I stay observant of my religion to the best of my ability, I'm constantly trying to better myself. Why don't they recognize that? Why did I have to rely on grandma for affirmation? Don't get me wrong; I know my parents love me a lot. Sometimes, though, I'd like to get more than an expectant "bueno" when I tell my mother what I've been doing with the Student Alliance for Israel or the UMass democrats or any other of the student activities that I'm involved in, before she finds something to criticize me for. I guess I'm fated to live in Karoly's shadow.

Ugh. I'm an emotional girl, you guys. Sorry 'bout that.