Ok, tomorrow I've seriously got to start working out again. I've been eating pizza and red velvet cake all weekend. But I figure a girl's entitled to an occassional weekend binge fest.
Renee recently bought a record player and her step-dad brought over a bunch of records to add to her collection. Right now I'm listening to Hotel California...I literally just pulled it out of the sleeve and set the needle, and this record smells like stale cigarette smoke. Gotta love music that comes complete with its own scent. And for whatever strange reason, second hand cigarette smoke is the smell that most reminds me of my childhood. My parents were never smokers. And my grandparents didn't smoke by the time I entered the world. Ah huh.
In other news, I spent the day waiting for something I should have known wasn't going to happen.
Hey, and I still don't have real internet. Yet.
My dream from last night is still lingering in my subconcious. Renee was speaking in German and we were at the wedding of someone I consider myself close to..but I would never want to be involved in their wedding. What an absolute circus.
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