35 minutes and 45 seconds is how long it took me and my dog to run a 5k. I'm so proud of myself for not being last and stickin through the bastardly run. I WANT TO DO IT AGAIN!!! Who's with me?

I like the new "I hate-you-because-you're-male-Natalie." There's no room for emotions to get involved and I kick them out of my apartment before the sun rises.

At the club last night, I had a lengthy conversation with Maroon 5, however, I cannot recall what I said, thanks to vodka and gin.

I'm dressing as Pocahontas for Hween. I want to wear a sign that says "Poke-me-hiney." GET IT?! HA.

I get soooo excited when I get a new package of multiple colored markers. I'm almost on the verge of an orgasm.

There's this cute post-doc gay guy that needs my help so I made a lunch date with him. At least SOMEONE is willing to do lunch, albiet a homosexual.

That will show Lover #2! :X

I'm bitter at life. I wish I could laze around all day while everyone handed me money and worried about my well-being, but noooo, I'm bustin my ass to survive while my bro just chills in NY. ASS!

And who is this psycho on the food networkt? Her name is Sandra Lee and looks like the spawn of Chucky.

ugh. I just don't want to talk about it. If only fat people like me does that mean I'm fat as well? It's a psychological fact that people of the same attractive level 'match up' with each other.

On a side note, I hate people.

I may start creating clever titles for my blog entires, however, it seems like hard work so I'll hold off on that idea for a while.

On a lighter note, I called my dad and told him about Lover #2's horrible email actions and how he blatantly dissed me in the halls. I said, "Nobody likes meeeeeee," actually I whined that phrase.

My dad replies, "Look at the Mexican guys. They like all the girls and they don't like them back."

Wow. That hurts. I've been playing email tag with an MBA and he has yet to reply to inquiries. I JUST SAW HIM IN THE HALLWAY.

That is so awkward. Waiting to hear from someone and then seeing him in the flesh. You hope he's on vacation, been hit by a bus, or sick with the flu, but he isn't. He just blew you off. That ass!

I used to loathe 80's music, along with country "music." Now, I rock to the 80's thanks to The Wedding Singer, Big Daddy-- basically anything Adam Sandler.

I saw Maroon today (this guy that looks like the lead singer of Maroon 5, but hotter). My timing was OFF AGAIN!!! Damnit. Why do I always see the people I don't care about, but never "run into" my lovers? Fucking shit.