I have decided (once again) to start exercising regularly and eating better.  I am doing okay so far, but I only started again yesterday, so we'll see.  I went to the gym after work yesterday; I did some arm toning and rode almost 12 miles on a stationary bike.  Only my arms are a little sore today, but the second day is always worse.  I really hope I don't hurt tomorrow because I want to go back to the gym again.  As for eating better, it's not because I need to lose weight.  I weigh around 112 lbs which is good.  I'm just more concerned that I'm not getting the nutrients I need because I just eat the same thing all the time.

I saw "The Incredible Hulk" on Saturday.  I loved it.  I think the fact that Edward Norton is the lead role has something to do with me loving it, but who knows.  I tried watching the first Hulk movie tonight because I never saw it, but I only got about halfway through before turning it off.  The new one is 1000 times better.

I am excited for this weekend because I actually have plans!  On Saturday my friend Kim is having a bbq at her house (I hope it doesn't rain!) and Sunday I am tailgating at the Brewers game with Jason and his family.  I'm not sure what I'm doing Friday night yet, but I think I want to go out somewhere downtown with Katie and Kat.

Again, let's catch up on the word of the day:

Word of the Day (June 11th):
patrician, puh-TRISH-un, n.
1. A member of one of the original citizen families of ancient Rome.
2. A person of high birth; a nobleman.
3. A person of refined upbringing, manners, and taste. 
adj.
1. Of or pertaining to the patrician families of ancient Rome.
2. Of, pertaining to, or appropriate to, a person of high birth; noble; not plebeian.
3. Befitting or characteristic of refined upbringing, manners, and taste.

Word of the Day (June 12th):
hyperbole, hy-PUHR-buh-lee, n.
Extravagant exaggeration.

Word of the Day (June 13th):
apprise, uh-PRYZ, trans. v.
To give notice to; to inform; -- often followed by of; as, we will apprise the general of an intended attack; he apprised the commander of what he had done. 

Word of the Day (June 14th):
prink, PRINGK, trans. v.
1. To dress up; to deck for show.
intrans. v.
1. To dress or arrange oneself for show; to primp.

Word of the Day (June 15th):
claque, KLACK, n.
1. A group hired to applaud at a performance.
2. A group of fawning admirers.

Word of the Day (June 16th):
dilatory, DIL-uh-tor-ee, adj.
1. Tending to put off what ought to be done at once; given to procrastination.
2. Marked by procrastination or delay; intended to cause delay;--said of actions or measures.

Word of the Day (June 17th):
verdure, VUR-jur, n.
Green; greenness; freshness of vegetation; as, the verdure of the meadows in June. 

 So, it's only a little after one o'clock and I'm out of things to do at work.  It's not that my To Do list is empty, but the materials I need for my experiments ran out and several things are backordered.  This sucks!  I can only browse the internet for a short while before completely losing my mind.

In scary news, I found out yesterday that 3 of my friends were robbed at gunpoint on Monday night after going out for Mel's birthday...right in front of her house!!!  It could have been even scarier because I was invited to go out with them, but I was much too tired and was practically in bed when they called me around 9.  For once, the fact I missed out on something turned out to be a good thing!

I keep thinking of all the terrible cleaning I have to do when I go home later.  I cleaned my entire bathroom and mopped the floors last night, but I feel like I still have a ton to do.  I really hate cleaning.  I hope one day I make enough money to afford a maid.  Seriously.

I went to Jason's house last night to work on some music, but I was exhausted and totally not in the mood.  We made some really awesome beats, but I just wasn't into it as much as I wanted to be, and I feel really bad for how I must have been acting.  Jason said I was fine and that he just liked having me there, but I still feel bad.  I guess I can be a grumpy girlfriend every once in a while.  Hopefully I'll have some time later to sit down and write some guitar/piano stuff...it may distract me from all the dreaded cleaning I have to do.

Word of the day:
tremulous, TREM-yuh-luhs, adj.
1. Shaking; shivering; quivering; as, a tremulous motion of the hand or lips; the tremulous leaf of the poplar.
2. Affected with fear or timidity; trembling. 

Holy shih tzu, I have not written anything in a long time!  I guess it's because I've been ridiculously busy, but that's still not an excuse.  The whole point of keeping a journal was to write at least a few times a week so I'll be able to look back and remember all the things I've gone through.  It would be nice not to repeat any of the same mistakes, but as you'll soon read, I have.  Oops.

First of all, I broke up with Joe shortly after the last post.  I really thought about why I was dating him in the first place, and I think it was one of those situations where you finally get the thing you'd always wanted but could never have.  The excitement dies down pretty darn quickly, and you soon realize that it's really not what you thought it would be or what you want at all.  Again, oops.  I haven't really talked to Joe since I broke up with him in October, but I really hope he's doing well.  However, if he is dating that tramp (again!) who treats him like trash,  I will be thoroughly disappointed.  He deserves a lot better than that.

So, then came the situation with Matt.  I told him about breaking up with Joe, and we hung out a few times, but I could tell it wasn't amounting to much.  Actually, it was amounting to nothing at all.  He eventually just stopped calling me to hang out, even though I saw him pretty much every day in class.  I was just going to let it go, but I ended up giving him a ride to a friend's party.  I ended up getting way too drunk to drive, so he drove me back to his house and offered me the spare bedroom.  I was fine with this, but of course, I opened my big, drunk mouth.  I asked him why he just stopped calling, even though I knew the reason in the back of my head.  If I remember correctly, his exact response was, "Well, besides the fact that I think you're really hot, there's nothing there.  There's just not a spark."  Who says that?!  I was so mad I started crying, which I'm sure was misconstrued as actually being upset.  (For those who don't know, I have a tendency to cry when I get extremely angry or frustrated.)  So, I embarrassed myself and had no choice but to sleep in the twin bed in Matt's spare bedroom because I was too drunk to drive myself home.  Good job.  Anyway, things with Matt are okay now.  We've gotten passed the awkwardness for the most part and are now just friends, thank God!  (In a final part of the story, my best friend here in WI decided that she liked Matt and wanted to try to date him, which bothered me at first, but he ended up doing the same thing to her.  Not that I'm surprised.)

The next chapter in my befuddled love story since Joe belongs to Adam.  Adam and I have been friends since I moved out here in August.  Before Christmas break, I started to feel like he could be more than just a friend, but I surmised that he definitely didn't feel the same way.  He gave me a ride to the airport a few days before Christmas, and I didn't think much of it until I got back at the beginning of January.  There was a football game playing (obviously Green Bay) the day I got back, so Adam invited me to stay and watch it with him and a bunch of the other guys.  I stayed for a while and he didn't pay too much attention to me, so again, I knew I was right.  However, he asked me to hang out alone the next week, and the little pang in my heart resurfaced.  We played Guitar Hero and watched some gameshows on television, but a little handholding was now involved, so I was beginning to think that things were going well.  That very weekend, the guys had a small party at their house, and I ended up staying pretty late.  I would have been the last person to leave, but Adam asked if I wanted to stay over and cuddle, and who I am to deny a request like that?  So, stupid me, I stayed.  Don't get the wrong idea, we really didn't do anything (although he did kiss me, and I regret the fact that it was good).  I stayed for a little the next morning watching tv with Adam, his roommate, and one of the guys that stayed over, and said goodbye.  Nothing felt wrong or awkward.  I saw Adam at school on Monday, and things seemed okay...I mean, he did eat lunch with me.  Tuesday he invited me to go to Mocha's downtown; we both had some work/studying to do, and I had never been there before.  Here's where things get ugly.  After a few hours of talking and laughing and having what I thought was a good time, we started to get our things together to leave when Adam dropped a bomb.  He proceeded to tell me (in almost definite earshot of everyone around us), that he didn't think he could date me, even though on Saturday he had said that he wanted to try to date to see how things worked out.  How do you decide in 3 days that someone isn't for you?  Especially when we never went on a real date!  I was so mad.  I give the men that I choose to date a fair chance to show themselves before I decide whether or not I want to date them for an extended period of time.  To make the story short, I didn't talk to Adam for about a week or two, but we talk now and hang out--not alone, of course.  So, basically, I was 0 for 2 since dating Joe.

After that, I was sick and tired of men basically telling me I wasn't datable.  And of friends stealing said men.  Then I met Jason!  He messaged me via Myspace to talk about getting together to put some music together.  I know it sounds cheesy and/or creepy, but you have to trust me when I say it wasn't and was completely platonic (before we met in person, anyway).  We met at Mocha's (deja vu) and instantly hit it off.  He asked if he could take me out on a date--yes, a REAL date where the guy picks you up and pays and everything--and the rest is history.  Well, when I get to writing it anyway. ;)

Word of the day:  
bagatelle, bag-uh-TEL, n.
1. A trifle; a thing of little or no importance.
2. A short, light musical or literary piece.
3. A game played with a cue and balls on an oblong table having cups or arches at one end.