Atlantic City!!

Just arrived home after a 2 1/2 hour drive. Thankfully the only traffic I hit was just outside the Oranges. Everyone slowed down to gawk at cops pulling someone over ON THE OVERPASS. Not even on the actual highway.

Here I am, making myself gorgeous before leaving the house:

Some trip highlights:

- # of miles per hour I was traveling immediately before getting pulled over = 92 (bathroom emergency)

Cop: "You know why I pulled you over?"

Me: ::legs crossed:: "I have to pee so friggin bad IT HURTS!"

Cop: "Why didn't you stop at the rest stop a few miles back?"

Me: ::evil glare:: "I didn't have to pee then."

Cop: ::blank stare::

Me: "I'm seriously about to wet myself. And I WILL pee on your car."

Cop: ::tries to keep a straight face; fails:: "All right. I''ll let you off with a warning. Slow down."

- # cats smuggled into the hotel room = 2

Aren't they the cutest?? I named them Luke and Leia.

- # of dollars lost gambling = $10

- # of conversations with hot surfers = 2

- # of conversations with hot southerners = 1 (30 seconds after meeting Chad, he asked, "Y'all wanna get high?" I declined, but sat on the beach with him for 1 hour.

Here I am on the beach, looking fabulous:

- # of orifices filled with sand = all of them

- # fatalities at the amusement park = 0, which can only be attributed to the grace of God. That thing is mad sketchy:

- # of tattoo compliments = 7 (3 for Harley Quinn, 4 for the owl)

- # "Anyone ever tell you that you look like Lady Gaga?" = 9

- Weight upon arriving home = 101 lbs. Woohoo!

Obviously, cutting down carbs doesn't work for me.

I tried once again to cut down my carb intake the past couple days. As a result, today I consumed every carbohydrate that wasn't nailed down. Note to self: let's just keep consuming the normal amount of carbs and deal. I looked in the mirror this evening after my binge, and this is what I saw:

So as per my usual, I just took 3 laxatives. I have a final tomorrow in psych class. This should be fun.

And speaking of psychology, my little sis sent me a fun pic on Facebook:

I tried to explain to Little Sis that aside from Rocky Horror, Enchanted, Crybaby, pretty much all Disney movies, Phantom of the Opera, Hedwig, Moulin Rouge, all Marilyn Monroe's movies, and Chicago; I totally don't like musicals, and am personally offended by her wall post.

So I may possibly go to Atlantic City tomorrow evening after the final, and stay until Saturday. My friend Cheryl got a room at the Showboat for her girlfriend Lisa (who is also my cousin) and Lisa's friends. Their relationship is currently on the rocks, apparently, and so Lisa has declared that Cheryl may not stay in the Showboat after 5pm Friday, when Lisa and her buddies are due to arrive. I find this a bit inconsiderate, as Cheryl is the one who booked and paid for the room. I'm going for free, and Lisa has no problem with my presence, so I'm just going to refrain from comment.

Saturday, I plan to kick off the Master Cleanse with a salt water flush. Must do a shopping trip for my lemons, or possibly the most organic and additive-free lemonade I can locate, as I am 1.) quite lazy, and 2.) extremely poor. And of course the pure maple syrup. I already have enough cayenne pepper, because I put it on pretty much everything. I'll keep y'all updated on the Master Cleanse progress! The betting pools are open. I give myself max 10 days, minimum 5 before I either break down or just get bored. Little Sis gives me 2 days. Mum gives me 1.