1:46 am.

Tomorrow is a...Wednesday. Hump day. I hate to be sexual about that day, but it always bothered me that it was refered to as "Hump Day". Oh, I got my shirt with the viking kitten on it! It was really exciting until I tried it on and well, let's just say it was less than flattering. Also, today when I was talking with my dad he said, "Just how much weight have you put on?" Wow, I about cried. Lately, I haven't been thinking about myself all that much, although I am aware of my thigh status. I hate to "fret for my figure", but sometimes I just can't help it (like most brainwashed Americans). Nonetheless, I am getting a sports pass tomorrow, so I can go swimming everyday, and hopfully get healthy. That is what I worry most about. Not so much being thin, but being healthy. Well, I do like being thin, I'm not going to straight out lie, but when I am unhealthy, things fall apart. Like me, for instance, and do I ever.

Now that I have nothing to do things are weird. I have no job, no school for the meantime, and no exact life. It's been making me think a lot, mostly about what I want to be doing right now, which is school, oddly enough. I'd like to be working towards some goal, instead of watching "The Osbornes" all the time (which is quite the guilty pleasure of mine). Right now I'm just doing load after load of laundry. And it seems to be suiting me just fine. I think I'm doing it because my dad said I was fat, and now I have to be productive.

1:58 am.