may seventh.

I've been crazy these past two days. I'm PMS-ing like I never have before, and deal with the weirdest cravings while feeling grossly bloated... mmm. Aren't you glad I'm sharing this? As if that's not bad enough, I cry over the smallest things... I was at the supermarket yesterday, and while in line I saw this little girl, about Marisa's age with chubby little hands. I was smiling at her in that way that might look creepy but is genuinely innocent, as I was just reminiscing and realizing that Marisa's hands weren't all that chubby when I was home last. She's growing up. Without me there. It just hurts. bleghhhhh

Tonight I watched My Big Fat Greek Wedding with the two housemates I love. I can watch that movie over and over and still laugh every single time. Oh wait, I do.

This weekend I'm going to my grandparents' house about four hours away, by train. I hate trains. I hate long trips. I'm going mostly for the food but also partly because I have an anatomy exam Monday (the once I was supposed to have today got moved) and I have to study for realsies. If I stay here, I know I'll go out. 

I'm on season 4 of The Office; Jim and Pam are dating! Wheeeeeee.

I'm also on season 4 of Weeds, almost all caught up, and I have to admit I have a major girl crush on Mary-Louise Parker, who plays Nancy Botwin. mmmyeah.

I bought a hammer today, I'm pretty proud. I feel it's a good investment. 

I tried making sauce for my pasta, from scratch. I also realized (too late) that I don't actually know how. So it ended up kind of... not good.

I put some cheese on there and it looked good, but didn't taste the part. I feel like that's what happens a lot on cooking shows: the food looks really good, but in reality who the eff makes roasted lamb with mint jelly and savory baby red potatoes? Shut it Giada de Laurentiis. Just because you wear hella slutty tops doesn't mean I actually bealieve you eat what you make. 

I need to stop hating people because they're thin. sigh.

xox,

loveacrosstheocean.

[photo caption: the pasta I was talking about before I had word vomit about the cook that shall not be named.]