Haha!
I'll start off with relevant info:
142.0 lbs this morning
Lower than Friday's reading, and it had to do with the fact that I was able to diet this weekend, even though I didn't get any real exercise in. From 145, I can see a distinct difference. 3 pounds of fat, and I mean real fat, not just water weight or whatever, really takes up some room on ya, I'm tellin' ya!!!
This weekend I was so thrilled with my figure that I thanked myself for not giving up, despite struggling all summer. I am healthy; my weight is healthy--
and I'm enjoying getting leaner because it's so pleasing to wear cute clothes and not worry about bunny chub sticking out. I attached a shot of my homegirls and my blond tall buddy whom I've known for 4 years and actually based my college documentary on--as you can see my stomach looks pretty damn flat.
Also attached is a shot of me, C, and Nick after the HAY MAZE DUBSTEP PARTY in Half Moon Bay--at six in the morning! LOL!!! Driving home along HWY 1 at dawn was BEAUTIFUL--the ocean and sky were all these vibrant, crazy pastels and I half expected beautiful winged unicorns to come fly along the car
Friday we went to Cypress and danced, got our $10 off coupons for the Hay Maze party, drove up North, and parked to see the open field with crazy lights and bumping music coming from it. The will call line for suckers who bought their tickets early was HUGE but the "cash at the door" line was small, AND we only paid $20 instead of $30, so that was the first thing that went right. We spent hours exploring the maze and getting lost and found and running into my ex boyfriend a few times
(but don't get me wrong, it wasn't bad at all, just kind of awkward) and saw all sorts of weird and interesting things up in there
People were crazy, it was so dark. We were lost looking for the entrance to get water, when we ran into "Doc," or "God," as C misheard him. A cute chubby half black kid with glowsticks standing there in the maze alone. He had lost his friends that he just met--but somehow he knew to get to the entrance, and he helped us get there and we gave him some water (the 2nd thing that went right). Then the 4 of us managed to make it back to the brightly-lit dome-hot air balloon room where we relaxed for a while with other party-goers. I found a knife; and asked around until I found it's rightful owner--who was DOC and who was so happy he didn't lose it for good!!! Third right thing.
Doc gave me one of his giant blue glowsticks that I used to go exploring while C and Nick got their faces painted, and I ran into the ex AGAIN (with his friend). I became easy to spot with my giant glowstick. Nick and C and I spent a long time trying to find the Dubstep concert bowl again (we were only there once before we needed water) and couldn't. Then we ran into DOC again, who led us there over a few hay walls that were torn down. FINALLY, at 3am, there we were in front of the turntables of MATTY-G, everything according to plan after hours of frustration and thirst
Just when I thought I had everything I wanted, Gabriel (hahaha) gave me water and advice, taking care of us reminding us it was stupid not to drink water after our hectic night. (Gabriel was a DJ too, but friends with the people in charge and apparently our angel for the night). I danced in front waving my glowstick from 3 to 5am
Just when I thought I had everything I wanted
again,a strange dude came up beside me and started dancing happily--and Gabriel said in my ear, "
That guy threw the party."
"AHHHHHHH--
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THROWING THE PARTY!!!!!" I screamed.
"YOU'RE WELCOME!!!" He screamed back, and we hugged and danced on.
At 5:30am, C tapped Nick and I--her long skirt with layers that she decided to wear was falling off--it had been torn to shreds by careless party-goers' feet. We left the bowl and Nick stayed with her while I journeyed to the car and got my spare pajama bottoms and blanket (I am a PREPARED bunny
); on the way I ran into the ex, who cheerfully acted like he wanted to talk to me--but I carried on. Our trio went to leave and the ex was actually at the entrance as we started to walk to the car--he tried to talk to me and then said, "I found this on the ground,"
When I turned around to look at him, he squirted some white silly string on my shoulder. THE CLINCHER OF THE NIGHT: I casually wiped it off my sweater and told him, "And I thought that would
never happen again."
For some reason his face fell.
I laughed, and Nick C and I went to the car and took a crazy group picture of ourselves, attached:
Why is that ?? lol omg, your energy slays me.
I'm grateful for it! I think my efforts to be a good person pay off with funtimes and happiness, save for a few emo days once in a while 
Don't pass out!
Uh and I helped with the casket. Jeez! The funeral was just trippy, set a weird tone for the day.
<--- Ram's horns not a devil (trust me...
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