The completely unfiltered diary of a 23-year-old (week 33)
There is a direct correlation between how trash your diet has been and how bad your farts smell.
Just sayin’.
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Sometimes I catch myself wasting away on social media for too long, and decide to snap out of it. And then proceed to literally idle in real life, just standing/sitting there, not knowing what to do.
Could be a good idea to disguise it as meditation.
It’s like a video game character just standing there, but in real life.
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Some guy friend I met in the States just hit me up since he’s back in town. Not sure if I should meet him, but hey, nothing to lose. He’s not my favorite person, but oh well, not that bad either. If he really wants to meet, it could be interesting at least.
Brother is back home and wow, it’s crazy how everything just went back to normal so quickly. It’s like he never left. To be fair, he was only gone a few months. And will probably be gone again soon.
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I spent a good two hours walking around playing a Pokemon Go-type game to earn $4 (you had a chance of winning money each time you caught a creature.)
It was vaguely exciting, I guess.
I also caught at least fifteen baby caterpillars from the garden, and one unidentified green worm that produces silk and also eats the lemon leaves. No idea what that one is. We’ll see. *cue anticipatory music, dun dun DUNNN*
We’ve got a long weekend this week, a whole four days off (four and a half, really), and damn, every time these long weekends come about, it really feels like work doesn’t even exist. It’s quite amazing. As a student, even on the weekends, you identify as a student. But now, on weekends, I could entirely forget that when the next work day arrives, I’ll be a working woman.
Well, hopefully, if they don’t kick me.
This constant fear of being kicked is probably unhealthy and unfounded.
Yup.
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Met Cher. It was a nice, chill hangout. Ate so much that it felt really uncomfortable sleeping at night.
Reminder to self to not be a glutton. Your stomach doesn’t have the space. Felt like that one time I was dumb enough to drink a liter of beer on an already bursting stomach, and ended up throwing up liquid after trying to sleep for a good hour.
It wasn’t too unpleasant throwing up liquid though. Came up pretty easy.
Anyway, our conversation wasn’t exactly super natural, but we somehow got onto the topic of our past adventures together and I think that was when we stopped thinking and just talked. That was fun.
Swimming lessons start this weekend and I’ll probably freak out when it draws closer. Gotta go buy a swimsuit too, since my ass has gotten fat and I don’t want it hanging out of my old swimsuit. TMI, probably. Ok, it’s not that bad, but I do want to get a swimsuit where your ass is covered, so one of those short-types probably.
Kinda exciting.
The Microsoft license that came with being a university student is expiring in about two weeks. Which sucks. Word and Excel are definitely pretty useful. Might have to buy a license. Or get a cracked version. We shall see. I do need Word for my side hustle, and at least it’d kinda be like a business expense/“investment” if I end up having to buy Word.
Truly first world problems.
xo,
Amber
