January 04, 2002 :: 1:53 a.m.
where I explain my food issues and other things
I'm excited to see
Orange County. It looks really funny in a dumb kind of way, which isn't always a bad thing. Besides, Jack Black of Tenacious D is in it, and he amuses me.
Nothing has changes since I last wrote; I'm just bored and this is something to do. I've been coloring things like mad in Photoshop. I figure that if I get bored with this layout, I can just replace the little drawing with another one and change the colors. That way it's a change, but it's not a huge overhaul. Hopefully this one will last for a while, though; I like it a lot.
I have to do these three things, in this order:
- get some gas
- get a job
- get a new calendar
I still have December 2001 hanging on my wall, and I'm starting to get confused. Ever since I got out of school, I've begun to lose track of the days. So once I re-join the working world, I plan to run out and purchase either the Hello Kitty calendar or this gorgeous Mucha calendar that I saw at Barnes & Noble. Either one will provide me with a better grip on the time than I have now.
WHOA! There's a Daria movie coming out! I'm watching a re-run of the MTV New Year's eve thing, and I heard something about a Daria movie. Not a movie theater movie, an MTV movie, but no matter. Daria is a girl after my own heart.
Argh. Why am I breaking out? I'm not supposed to break out anymore! I'm on the pill and my skin has been very good for a long time. This must stop.
My computer is being a fucker, so I had to use my dad's to do this. My diary looks like crap on here. His resolution is lower than mine, so it looks bigger, and for some reason it's way darker. His monitor�s color settings are as bright as they can go, but it's still muddled. I hate to think that it looks this way on other computers, too, but I guess there's getting around that.
Carrot Top does not belong on television.
I have such a love/hate relationship with food. I want to eat it all, because it's yummy and good, but at the same time I don't want to eat any of it because it makes me fatter. The former school of thought inevitably wins out, which is precisely why I look as I do today. I'm not hungry a lot, but I'm always eating anyway. Therein lies my problem, obviously. I try not to, but it's just so easy in this house. My mom brought home coconut cream pie today. Coconut cream pie!! I'm weak and bored and I love coconut; how am I supposed to resist that? A few days ago we had a chocolate cake, and a cream cheese filled coffee cake. That's only the beginning! There are holiday cookies and cheesecake and peanut putter pie and ice cream and potato chips and chocolate covered pretzels and venetian mints and chocolate oranges and peanut chews and an entire jar of raw almonds. I could go on. This is what it's like in my house; junk food galore, just waiting to be eaten. Everywhere you turn, it's there, tempting you. Eat me, it says. I'm delicious and oh so satisfying. You know you want me.
Or perhaps the junk food really doesn't talk. Perhaps I'm just very, very weak. I have no willpower whatsoever. None. I just eat whatever's there. When my parents go away for a weekend or something, and I have to get the groceries, I eat impeccably. Granola for breakfast, fruit and yogurt for lunch, rice and veggies for dinner. Grapes and carrots and graham crackers for snacks. But then they come back, and the house is once again filled with all those irresistible treats. Methinks it's a losing battle. Maybe once I move out and shop for myself on a regular basis, the pounds will just melt away. Or not. Most likely not. They'll probably never go away, simply because I'm too lazy to exercise. I mean, sometimes I get these urges to run or bike or whatever, and I do, and I feel great afterward. It's a good thing. Unfortunately, it never lasts. During the summer, I planned to go running three or four times a week. I stuck to it for a week. Once again, I have no willpower.
Someone call Richard Simmons, please. Girl needs some assistance.
back & forth
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