Holy crap. Right now it’s 3:03 on 03/03/03! CRAZY!!! I love those crazy date things. Now I have to wait until 4:04 on April 4th of next year for my next thrill…I hope I remember, I’d be pissed if I missed it. Um…shit, now I can’t remember what the hell I was going to write about today. I even had a good thing to talk about today, hence the early posting time. So. I guess this really shows my attention span, huh? I’m about to write some Pulitzer Prize winning stuff, but I get distracted by OH LOOK SOMETHING SHINY. But seriously. I think I have ADD sometimes. Although, I think it might be affected by all the sugar I eat. All of a sudden, I can’t get enough of it. Maybe my body is so pissed about my new caffeine-free diet that it makes me uncontrollably crave sugar. And, every now and then, it plays tricks on me and then my body can’t get enough salt. And I feel like I’m GOING TO DIE if I don’t get any salt. Or sugar. It’s a vicious cycle. Damn it! I still can’t remember what I was going to talk about. I’ll just write about my weekend. On Friday night I went out drinking and dancing with my friends. We caused the usual amount of commotion. I love that I still know people who work at my old bar. Because it’s so popular, there is always an insane line out front…and we almost always get to cut in front, pissing everyone off. It’s awesome! And, since we’re all cute, smart, and sassy, it makes the other girls hate us more. Ah, if they only knew how much I paid for that front of the line treatment. Saturday I hung out with Mike during the day, then went to an engagement party for my friend’s older brother. The wedding is in April, 2004 – 20 days after 04/04/04! Awesome. Then, on Sunday morning at the crack of dawn, Jax, Bells, and I went to the 18th Mile of the L.A. Marathon to hand out water to the participants. We had to be there at 7 AM. The Wheelchair Marathon started at 8:10, with the runners starting 20 minutes later. Which meant that no participants would even reach us until at LEAST 9 AM. Was I bitter? Yes. It was damn cold, man, and we had to park far away because of the street closures! We quickly realized that the volunteers were not organized at all, so we just grabbed a table and went to work setting up cups. We were told by a random guy to only fill the cups half-way. Since none of us had done this before, we believed him. Soon, we were joined by a couple UCLA students and a group of three friends. After we covered our table with half-full cups, Jackie, Bella, and I decided that a breakfast of caffeine was in desperate need. That’s when things got crazy. Remember when I said I cut caffeine out of my diet? Well, now when my body gets some, it completely freaks out. And I’m sure the gross Cliff Energy Gel I sampled didn’t help matters. Suddenly, I was jumping all around, making weird jokes, and generally not making any sense – to the point where Jackie told me to not talk anymore! I did calm down eventually, just in time for the first wheel chair participants to get to us – at 9:02, only 52 minutes after they had started the race! Insane. And the runners got there about an hour later, only 1:30 into the race. An hour and thirty minutes to run 18 miles! Da-yum. I don’t think I could even do a third of that in such a short amount of time. It was cool to see such amazing runners up close, though. When the packs of runners started coming through, things got very hectic. It was actually pretty challenging getting water to everyone who needed it – and a lot of those selfish runners didn’t even say thanks! Nah, I’m just kidding. A TON of the runners would say thank you after I handed them a cup. I was like, don’t talk, save your breath! Who says Angelenos are rude?! Does anyone say that? Jackie, Bella, and I ended up staying until 12, an hour past the end of our shift. And we got a bag of cool marathon crap, including a T-Shirt I’ll never wear again. Yay! After eating and doing some random stuff, I went over to Mike’s house to chill. I love lazy Sundays. We went to dinner with two friends at a British Restaurant in Santa Monica. The twelve or so patrons in the bar were totally schnockered, and we were told by the waitress that this was because Liverpool had beaten Manchester United in soccer. Nothing like ending the day singing songs with drunk Brits! Between that and the Simpsons, I’d say it was a pretty damn good Sunday. Now, if only I could remember what the hell I was going to write about today…