I hate the mornings; I always lie in bed and think about things I don't want to be thinking about. You were right; I don't know what I was trying to accomplish. There's nothing that can be done now except to move on. I am crushed though, because until now I thought we were still on the same page, and we're so obviously not. I listened to your voice and it was cold and indifferent and you weren't even the same person anymore. I wish the time we had together counted for something though. I wish you'd at least care about how I felt. Something in me's broken and it's not my bones.
And I want it fixed.
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Good God I'm dropping weight like crazy. Only three more pounds to go.

I decided to grab some breakfast this morning; I headed over to Hedrick first and it was closed, because apparently they don't even serve breakfast there! And then I headed to Covel, and people were mumbling about it being closed already, but I just walked through the doors when people opened it to walk out, and there was no one at the podium to swipe cards so I just walked in for free hahaha. Anyhow, my eating's starting to make me nervous, because you know it's bad when you can't even tell if the pain in your stomach's because you're hungry of if you're full. But seriously! Just three more pounds! D: I'll fix it soon!

I headed over to my chem lecture, and saw Adrian there. I also saw Marcos there for the first time since orientation; he wouldn't say hi because I didn't say please last time hahaha. Apparently he's been telling everyone that story, and he actually introduced me to one of his friends as the girl who wouldn't say please for his laptop hahaha. But yeah; the chem lecture was really boring! I kept zoning in and out. D: The fact that I have no interest at all in this stuff makes me really nervous for my future, but I guess we'll see how it goes for now.

Afterwards Marcos and Michelle (one of their friends; I sat next to her and she was really nice!) and I all had gaps in our schedule, so I dragged them over to Dodd Hall with me to check out that Art History-Photoshop job. The lady finally emailed me about an interview, and I responded with a time that worked for me, but she never emailed me back to confirm, so I figured I'd go and check it out myself. They were actually in the middle of an interview when I went, so she asked me to come back around noon (which was in an hour), so I just sat down with Marcos and Michelle and talked for a while. After the hour I headed back over by myself and the lady dug up my application that I sent in a few months ago and flipped through it, then scheduled an appointment on Monday at 2:30pm. I don't think I'll get it though; she was really surprised when she saw that I was a freshman plus I've taken no Art History classes, so there's really a lack of experience there. I guess the interview's just a formality, so I'll take it, but still. I guess it really is hard to get work study jobs when you're a first year. Maybe I'll just try applying for an ASUCLA job; it's way closer to the dorms anyway.

I had my second class, the LA cluster, at 3pm; I hate having that huge gap in my schedule, so I tried going to the class before that and asking the TA if I could squish into that class, but apparently the instructors are different for that class and my class, so it wasn't as simple as I thought it'd be, but she handed me her class policy anyway and advised me to keep checking the website to see if anyone drops. I went back over for my own discussion in two hours, and I really didn't think much of it. The TA seemed pretty chill; we basically just went over what the class would be about and he put us into pairs and had us get to know our neighbor and introduce them. I was partnered with this girl named Nina who I'd already been talking to before the class started; we both wanted to switch our class times lol. Afterwards we had an informal writing assignment about our impression of Los Angeles just from our volunteering experience, and I talked about how we were kind of in a ghetto part of Hollywood, and how there was all these cigarettes and broken vodka bottles everywhere, but that the very presence of this shelter and all these students striving to make the area better in the midst of all this destitution was surely a sign that there was more to this city than what my first impression offered.
... God I wish I actually worded it like that. Sounds so much better hahah.
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Dad picked me up at 5:30pm and we drove home. I suddenly remembered what Vanessa told me that time I took Andy's shift at the YMCA and talked to her, and it all came crashing down on me; everything she said was right. It all made sense. Why he wanted to be friends one day and not the next. I thought the time span was a month, but it was actually only a week. It hit me like a ton of bricks and hurt like hell too. I cried in the car and told Dad about Kent and everything that's happened in the past few days. And I love Dad; he was really lighthearted about the whole thing and made me laugh. I still want to talk to Mom though lol.

I felt a little sickish and nauseous when I got home, but Mom wasn't done with lessons until 9:30pm, so I took up Jen's offer to hang out. I picked her up from Kumon and we went over to Umemura for some take-out (Jen originally wanted KBBQ, but Mom asked me to bring her some ramen, and it was just more convenient for me lol).


We watched The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, and ... it was really bad. -___-; Jen said she really liked it, but there is so little depth and development in this movie! And it's weird because all the literary characters are accepted as normal people in the movie and not as fictional, literary characters! Towards the end I didn't feel so great and was getting sleepy, so Jen sped up the movie and skipped around to her favorite parts.
I got home just before Mom finished her lesson. We talked for a long time and I cried for a long time too, but it feels really good to be able to cry openly. I said I didn't want to see him succeed; I wanted to see him fail at every aspect of his life, but Mom said I was having a narrow heart. She said not to hate him because that means I still love him. Whatever happens to him is not my concern anymore; it's irrelevant to me now.
I decided it was finally time for a clean break from him. I deleted him from facebook, my phone, my blog, any means of contact I still had with him. I still have our pictures on my inspiration wall because I see that as a different person and it doesn't hurt to see him; the person who I talked to the other day was a stranger. I asked Mom how I move on from something like this and she said step by step, day by day.
You know, I really hate Andy's temper, but I want to find someone like him. We have a really similar approach to love. He's so good to Lauren and I wish she'd see it. She's not the prettiest and she's not the smartest and a lot of the time she doesn't even seem to like him, but he stands by her. And there's something really beautiful about that.