Tuesday. November 8. 2005. Is it me or is time flying by? I must be having fun. Or my watch is wrong.
This is PMS week. He-he. I know, I shouldn't use it as an excuse but I do get those cravings, something awful. And not having to carb-load weekly is really tough on a girl. I can't wait until the half-marathon in Madison. I've already made reservations at Olive Garden. It's a good thing the banquet is on Friday or I couldn't justify my eating. I like food. Does it show? Don't answer that!
I am not sure what I'll be bringing to the banquet. To commit to something now would be a mistake. But I am taking requests. I would like to bring something hearty, but it's so hot outside that it screws up the whole 'winter wonderland' feel of cooking. I can't even wear my plaid skirt. (No I haven't gone shopping, I've had that skirt for two years and only wore it once)
On a different note, I learned this morning that I wasn't suppose to tell you all about T'Knesha's hangover, so disregard my last blog.
My hair is getting longer. I haven't decided if I want to wear it as a full fledge afro or slik it down. It'll be time for another haircut soon.
The library is closed Thursday and Friday, so if any changes are made to the banquet, one of you call me and let me know. I'd hate to show up to an empty clubhouse, all dressed up with no where to go.
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