First of all, I just wanted to say that one of my roommates is just terrible with boys. I don't think she reads this, but if she does, I apologize. But seriously, just awful. It's so awful, it's awkward. So awkward, it's funny. And I feel awful saying that, but groupies, if you thought I was rainbows and sunshine and niceness all the time, well, I hope that lately I have been educating you on the fact that I. am. not. But I am not mean. I'm observational.

Then again, I'm only awesome with boys to the point of being really good friends. I can't get them to date me. So what do I know? (I think I am too smart, too nice, and too Asian to date. And I'm serious about those reasons. Boys around here like dumb girls, who are kind of legitimately mean, with long blonde hair.)

Second of all, I can't stop munching on Shredded Wheat and thinking about what snacks I want to sneak into the theater tonight. Because I don't know about you, but I'm getting my Hunger Games on tonight. I just read the trilogy a few weeks ago (you know, my aversion to reading), and I'm very excited. Plus, it's been a long time since I went to a midnight movie and those are just so fun.

So tell me,

This weekend, the Original Six of us (minus one) got together for the first time in almost a year. I would post pictures, but we forgot to take any because we partied like there was no end to Spring Break.  And by party, I mean we sedately talked and played Ticket to Ride and Pinochle. While drinking diet soda and eating junk like diet soda and Panda Express.

It was quite possibly the most junk food I've eaten since Christmas (and it wasn't even that much!) and I felt miserable. Which probably didn't help me when I ran the Leprechaun Lope on Saturday.

Click here to read all about the race and the really embarrassing thing that I thought I did but didn't actually end up doing.

But it was such a fun weekend, and I went to one of their baby showers, and found out a different roommate is pregnant, and two roommates are going to Europe this summer, and one is moving to Michigan, and the other possibly to Kansas....

And I'm a waitress. At a really stupid restaurant. Who doesn't know what to do with her life. Stuck in stupid Happy Valley. Who stupidly ate three and a half brownies for breakfast.

Sometimes, I'm overwhelmed with how underwhelming my existence is.

because she gets to go on vacation and she was rubbing it in our faces the other day, "I don't have to see you guys for two Saturdays in a row!"

So I said in a semi-sarcastic congratulatory tone, "Well, sheesh, Merry Christmas--"

(she grinned and gave me a thumbs up as she walked away)

I continued in a whisper, "--to ME!"

Cue hysterical laughter from about five other servers who overheard.

It's a few months in the making, because I couldn't decide if I really wanted to do it, but I think I will.

And so, I'm proud to announce that I'm starting a new blog (in addition to this one) which will be more specifically about my running adventures, health, fitness, people-watching at the gym, etc, etc.

You should probably follow it. No. Not probably. You must. You must follow it. Or else.

Stats:

• Teeth
• Walks
• Jabbers
• Dances
• Hugs and kisses
• Likes it like that

Well, I will give it to you on Monday. For realsies.

To give you a hint---

I was at the gym the other day, and the girl on the elliptical in front of my treadmill did not pull her trackpants high enough over her lovehandles to hide her gaping coin slot of a buttcrack. Imagine that just elliptical-ling away in front of your face while you are trying to finish out the last few miles and you clearly don't have any leftover air available for laughing.

It's not a good hint.

Sorry.

Guyyyyyysssss,

I'm running a 10k a week from Saturday. It's called the Leprechaun Lope.