Last night, was fun.  Maybe because it had been awhile, and the last few Fridays were plauged by stress from:
      - IAs
      - college apps
     - finales
     - sickness
     - ext.

But we were so relaxed.  It didn't seem like the typical Friday "lets just not think about school" night, but like a summer night, when there is nothing really else to think or worry about and there is no pressure of time.  It could be because we did a kleidasope of events moved but it felt like how "hanging out" used to be.  It was so nice. 

We worked out.  Joachim looked like a super soccer fit machine.  I was quite green with envy when he stepped out in his little workout onsomble.  It was tres intense, chic, sleek, and just everything that I have failed to achive in any of my workout outfits. We will now work out every Friday! I am so happy! He liked it! Here is the sexy beast:





We came back like the warriors we are like "YEAH! lets cook some FOOD!" In the sad sad city we live in, my aiyi was confused.  She gave us very large tomatos, but no bok choy or black mushrooms.  We have no food in our house. Leftover pasta isn't a food.  There were two eggs, so we made the chinese egg dish...I forget the name. It has tomatos and soy sauce.

But for machines like us we need real food.  So like 3 hours later ( because in reality we don't get as hungry as most people) we ordered Sherpas.  Joachim got a yummilious, greesy Mellrose Pizza.  I hate all other types of greesy pizza than Mellrose.  Pizza Hut is horrible.  Papa John can go bankrupt.  But Mellrose is happy.  I used to eat it once every two weeks, back when I was .... chubbier. Thick crust with extra cheese please!  I havn't had it since March, so I had to steal a slice! It didn't make my stomach feel too good, but oh my god it was worth it.  I ordered (from Element Fresh.  The restraunt would get a 2/5 star rating. Its bad.  But their only three decent things induce cravings) apply/honey/sprilina juice, laffa bread, and greek salad.  Joachim stole my juice!

My juice, the fizzy drinks, Joachim's pizza, my laffa bread and Greek salad.  Here is to obesity:


Joachim's looks...slightly small and healthy irnoically compared to my salad:


My plate:


We watched the O.C., and as you can tell from Joachim (or rather hopfully you can tell) the kid is a addict.  I wanted to put in Stargate and he was like "no. another ten eppisodes of the O.C. please".  When he called me today he was like "and then we can go back to your place and watch the O.C." he is getting really really into it.  He face sparks up when he watches it.  The O.C., ladies and gentlemen, is not just for girls.  If men are internationally watching Gossip Girl!  We watched the Last Unicorn.  It was my obsession (I watched it weekily and read an orgianl copy of the 1960s book) I cried when all the Unicorns were free, as I always do.  I belive in unicorns, like how some people believe in religion, though I don't mention that to my parents.  Thats for another post.  I think Joachim liked it, he got into it and looked all sad towards the end.  When it was over, we watched the O.C.

My Den/the O.C.:


I really want some ice cream.  Screw not eating dairy.  It hurt, but who cares.

- Chrissy