Wednesday, May 1, 2002: Shopping was disheartening. Nothing fit me right. I look like a penguin in capris. And I couldn't find a single pair of khakis that fit and looked normal. There was one that would have been perfect if I had been about 20 pounds skinnier. It's so weird, but I am physically soooo hungry right now, but my brain is saying don't eat Carlin. It's a bad idea. No eating. No eating and I swear it has something to do with those pants...

Monday, October 1, 2001: I am really pissed at Caroline. Well, not REALLY. But I am extremely annoyed. And hurt. I'm not really mad. We made up and stuff but arg, but I feel like I got the short end of bargain. She never apologized for outright lying to me. She never apologized for not inviting me. She never apologized for yelling at me. I feel jipped. She made excuses for what happened. And I know she didn't mean to get mad and stuff, but I still feel like I deserve an apology. Oh well. It really sucks. Really. I can't act all mad and stuff, because I'm not. I'm really hurt. Really hurt that she didn't think she could be truthful with me and TELL me that I wasn't invited to her party because I was supposedly going to Susannah's. I'm hurt because she lied to me when I asked her if she was having a party. I'm hurt because she really yelled at me when I attempted to talk to her. I'm hurt because this stupid ordeal ruined my homecoming. I'm hurt because she caused me to burst into uncontrollable tears at homecoming and never apologized. Never spoke to me. Ignored me, and then skipped the after-party where I was going to be. I feel like I deserve to be apologized to. Not made excuses to. Not "forget about it". Not "Don't worry about it". I can't forget about it. Because it hasn't fully been resolved until Caroline resolves it, and just doesn't ignore that it happened.