"She thinks my sentimental side should be held with kid's gloves. She doesn't know that I left my urge in the icebox."
"Leif Erikson", Interpol. I love how their lyrics make no sense, yet make all the sense in the world at the same time.

I woke up at 8:30 for some reason this morning. "The Graduate" was watched and a pastry was eaten. I went to Panera with Charlotte, Jessica, Hayden, and Rachel around lunchtime and we walked to Rachel's house and played Apples to Apples. I haven't played that shit in forever and I rediscovered the fact that I SUCK AT THAT GAME. It's still a lot of fun though.

Oh shit, "Last Nite" just came on my shuffle. I have the urge to dance but I might just tap my feet instead? I should be working on an English project. I thought it was due on Monday (aka tomorrow) and then I thought we had the 3 hour early release, which means it would be a purple day. Then I realized it was just a regular Monday and I was fucked. Oh well. I lost some weight yesterday but I don't know if I'll still be at the same weight tomorrow, because I ate a lot today. It makes me feel so confident when I lose weight, though. I still hope I can lose five pounds before Junior Zones. I have a week, gah. I miss the weight I was at before winter break. I'm still obese, fuck it. I think I might stay up late tonight anyway, so I might as well take my time doing things. I want to watch a movie and do stupid things on the internet. This post makes me realize I have no life. However, I have three hours on a plane on Friday to figure things out and read. We're going to Irving, Texas which has the world's largest equestrian statue. Exciting, I know.

I'm boring you. Good night.