At the moment I am just pleased to be alive, because I almost wasn't a few minutes ago. I got pretty excited about Less Than Jake and tried to dance while still on the treadmill and flew off and slammed into the stone wall of the basement. It was a good moment for me, I think ( Read more... )

I can't think of much to write that is humorous that doesn't also involve either insulting or embarassing someone I know. So I am going to leave that part out ( Read more... )

I have just been fitted for the fifth time in the same dress. The same ugly dress. Ew ( Read more... )

I have a new goal in life ( Read more... )

That's relevant because I am going out for sushi with Geoffrey in about an hour. I really just wanted to talk to him about why he yelled at me a few weeks ago, but apparently you can't talk to him without eating sushi, and you can't eat sushi without a tour of his office, not that I am complaining that much ( Read more... )

Aparently just because one has permission to paint one's bathroom does not mean one has permission to paint a kangaroo in one's bathroom. And I find it unreasonably that I am apparently grounded for painting a kangaroo in my bathroom, when I had no prior warning that a kangaroo was not acceptable wall decoration. I mean, Mom might have mentioned ( Read more... )

or very shortly dead, from over-excercise and not enough food

biking, anyone?

Today was what we might call pitiful. It took me 13 minutes and one second to run one mile, and then by the time I finished the sit-ups I came close to passing out. And that is what a month of French food and a bad cold will do to you ( Read more... )

So I was at Maria's helping her move yesterday when she gave me back this copy of the Hitchhiker's Guide that Christopher gave me for my 17th birthday. Now I am not saying that any one copy of the Hitchhiker's Guide is different from another, but this one does have rather special meaning for me because of what Christopher wrote on the front cover ( Read more... )

I jumped out of bed singing "I'm well" this morning, and twenty seconds later found myself passed out on my bedroom floor. So I spent the next half an hour sitting in the massage chair that Mom left in my room and wondering why I had never taken it seriously before ( Read more... )