I carry a bag everywhere.

   So much so, in fact, that I'm often referred to as "the one who carries the bag". In turn, all the friends choose to place their belongings in my bag, which is simply uncalled for.

Good things that are happening:
   I bought three pairs of jeans this week.
   As manager of my friends' band, I have FINALLY been enlisted to do something.
   I have redecorated my basement.
   I have eaten way too much ice cream in the past few days.

But everything has a downside, aye? Allow me to explain (or rather, complain).

   It's difficult to complain about the jeans, because they're JEANS IN THIS ECONOMY - but I really do need to slim down on the thighs to fit into them comfortably. However, no one said that jeans of this caliber need be worn even somewhat comfortably.

   On the subject of the band - their name is The Emblem (yes, very very lame) and they declared me their manager in, say, December. I get a call from them for the first time since then just yesterday. At first it seemed like a good conversation - "Hey, how are you?" but I quickly saw what it was becoming when it turned into "Sooo, The Emblem hasn't had any gigs in a while..." So perhaps I have been demoted from manager to gig-master, but I can take it.

   The basement is looking absolutely lovely, although my suggestions tend to get turned down by the parents. Perhaps it's all for the better. By allowing them to design 99% of the room, my 1% is what allows the room to have a little sparkle of personality. I'm constantly asking friends to stop by so they can, unbeknownst to them at the time, admire. I have a plan of action too.

Step 1 - Casually say something along the lines of "Hey, let's go to the basement. We fixed the TV."
Step 2 - My personal favorite. Friend walks in and exclaims, "Oh my god, was it always like this? It looks amazing!"
Step 3 - Blow it off with a little "Oh, you noticed! You like it? Sorry, I forgot to mention it."

   And then we carry on about how I made most of the design choices but the parents added little motifs here and there.

   The ice cream? It's really not allowing me to lose those 10 pounds for the jeans.