the bitch at the froyo place said she recognized my name from my card and when i said, "well it was clearly because i did something awesome." (because lets be honest, it DEFINITELY was) she was all, "i mean...i guess. if thats what you want to think."

what the what?!? SHE sassed ME? what has the world come to? but if she recognized me because of this blog, she clearly has good taste and i am officially famous. so you can all suck it.

i was hungover for about 12 hours yesterday and my mother told me it was my own fault because i'm allergic to gluten and i drank about half a ton of beer. i told her to go fuck herself.

my winter break has consisted of:

-being woken up by my mother screaming at my father/cable company/internet provider/her mother for something they "spitefully" did to her.
-laying in my bed.
-complaining about my elbow.
-getting out of obligations by saying i'm too fucked up off my pain medication to leave my bed.
-getting a hair cut the first week of break and complaining about it the rest of break.
-not showering regularly.
-being really proud of myself and expecting praise from everyone i know after i shower.
-waking up at 5am every other day and having a panic attack about how i need to update my resume.
-not updating my resume.
-watching the first six seasons of the west wing for the 2749347th time.
-going gluten free.
-telling anyone with ears about how hard it is to go gluten free.
-eating gluten and groaning in my bed for two hours.
-being social once a week and regretting it for the next five days.
-realizing i might just be too awkward to ever return to nyc ever again.

i need to go back to school.