March 22, 2004 :: 2:18 a.m.
and his long neck did transfix the christ child...
I smell like wax and paint and I would like nothing more than to turn my stomach inside out and give it a thorough cleaning. Today was a Bad Food Day. I went to Passage to India with Adam and Co. - they have a lunch buffet on the weekends. Repeat after me: Buffets are not your friend.
They're not mine, anyway. So, there was much food consumed at lunch. And then it all just went downhill from there, with the chocolate and the potato chips and the stupid girl scout cookies. I don't know why I always do this. I mean, I don't like it. It doesn't feel good. It doesn't really even taste good, because I'm too busy being mad at myself to enjoy whatever it is I'm eating. And yet, I continue. GAH. I've been doing so well, too. Except that I sort of haven't. I haven't lost any weight in almost 5 weeks - color me incredibly frustrated. I was good as gold this week, but I was also (and still am) on the rag, so for one reason or another I didn't lose anything this morning when I did my weekly weigh-in. I half-expected it, but still... it was of the bad. And then there was a buffet, and, well, what can I say? All of my flex points (which just reset this morning) are gone already; I'm hoping that if I'm careful and get in some exercise I can finally get away from this godforsaken number come next Sunday. Because I think if I see it there on the scale again, mocking me, I may actually go insane. Or at least eat an entire bakery.
Erm... anyway. I usually don't get into that stuff here. Why? Because it's boring! And no one but me cares. So, let's move on.
I hung out with Joe and Joe for most of the rest of the day, and then Adam joined is in the evening to watch American Wedding. It was funny, no doubt, but also incredibly disgusting. The only interest I have in the series is Alyson Hannigan, and while I wouldn't actually buy them or anything, I didn't mind seeing it. This is an example where my loyalty to Buffy alums isn't such a bad thing, as opposed to, say, Wrong Turn, which was two hours of my life that I'm never getting back. God, that movie was horrible. My recommendation? Burn it. Every last frame of film. Not even Eliza's hotness could save that piece of crap.
My Drawing homework is done. Score one for me. However, I have nothing in the way of prose to turn in on Thursday, so anyone with excess creative juices who is willing to share will be rewarded with a cookie. Please. I'm desperate, here. If things don't improve, Prof. Wallace may just get "Zaccheus the Brontosaurus Meets Jesus." Which, while it would probably prove amusing to write, would not likely garner me praise and/or a passing grade. So make with the juice-sharing, you misers.
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