january8

These were the things I have to do before break is over: Make an appoitment with Joni, my hair stylist; get my oil changed; and get a membership to the Wakefield Gym.

I am getting fat. I ended last year (school year that is) at a nice, comfortable weight. I looked good. How much I weigh doesn't matter, because I weigh a lot more than I look. That's why I can't be a figure skater. I look like one, and people always tell me (or used to) that I was very thin, but then I told them how much I actually WEIGH and they were surprised. It's because I'm all muscle. So I lost fifteen pounds last semester at college. I was too thin. I mean, I looked good if you like real skinny girls, but I was too thin for it to be healthy. Turns out, if you don't eat, you get really thin. Now that I am back at home, I am eating again. But yesterday the worst thing happened. I noticed that my pants that fit so well last year, were a little too small. And my jeans today, while they're not uncomfortable, they're making little red marks in my tummy. I don't care what any of you say. I'm not going to be all anorexic or anything, I love food. That's the problem. Also I need to exercise. And it's not that I think I look horrible, I just know that if I don't start exercising when I'm young, I'll get old and fat and I won't do it. Alright, enough of that.

I have to take julia to college tomorrow, which is really today. I should go to bed soon.

Coming soon: a movie/book/music review page or pages. Oh you can't wait.

But I don't want to take Julia back.

Also coming soon, or possibly later tonight if I feel like it: a quote page.

I am going now because I want to change into my pajamas, and for some reason it feels weird doing it while I'm writing this.