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Man! I forgot to wind my alarm clock, and therefore missed Water Aerobics this morning. *stamps foot* Well, tomorrow I can choose from regular Aerobics, Yoga, or Hatha Yoga. And maybe I will have to figure out when Open Swim goes on in the aquatic center... it's been too long since I've been swimming. Drew said I look fun/ny in pools because I'm always so damn happy in the water. I'm a water sign, what can I say?

Money, my lack of it, is making me anxious. I expected to come back to school from my amazing summer and just jump headlong into classes, with nary a social oppurtunity to take me on trips hither and thither. Three weeks into the semester and I realize that this isn't going to be the case. I need to buy a few more textbooks, I need new jeans because mine are getting worn through on the inner thighs, I need batteries, and I'll need more conte before long. Other stuff, too. I've already been to Student Accounts to ask if they can release the positive balance on my tuition account, yet. Apparently it will be a while still, since they have not so far recieved all the money from scholarships and grants.

I'm going to see if I'm still qualified to get a work study job, maybe in the library or as a receptionist, or even with IT. I don't know if they've got any of those jobs left, but I can try. If not, maybe I can get a part time job at Panera or the Dollar Tree or Target or something.

I just realized that I still have my four free passes to a 2005 Wilmington Blue Rocks game. Their season ended on the 5th, though, and the passes are invalid now. I was holding out for a repeat of The Perfect Summer Day, but I should have just taken the family.

I've got 8 minutes 'til I need to leave for class. I guess I should get dressed.

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I saw something very gross today. I was sittin' in the cafe, eating my feta/tomato/hummus/balsamic vinegar/spinach wrap and watching CNN, because that is what is usually on. The man at the table in front of me was this dapper sort, in his 60's probably, and delicately eating the toppings on a slice of pizza with a fork. The gross part is that he put down his fork and picked up a package of ketchup. My first thought was, "Oh, yuk, he's going to put it on his pizza!" But no. He totally reached new heights of nastiness by gently tearing off the corner of the package and then SIPPING on it! Ew! He'd watch a little TV and then sip on some more ketchup. I had to look away before my stomach soured.

It was as if he wanted to enjoy a nice little Heinz apertif before really getting into his pizza.

Blech.

(In other news, I flossed my teeth too hard today and my gums are a little angry.)