November 22, 2001 :: 2:32 a.m.
the desert island five
listening to... nothing.
reading... tex and molly in the afterlife, by Richard Grant.
feeling... sick.
I need to stop eating. I really, really need to stop. I mean, yes, eating is something that we must do to stay alive, and that's all fine and good, but this is just too much. It's just too goddamn much, I tell you! Since I got home (15 minutes ago), I have consumed:
One (1) bowl of Trix cereal.
One-half (1/2) slice of cheese pizza.
Approximately five (5) bites of a very large chocolate bar.
At times like these, I really wish I could just throw up. Not because of what I ate, not because I'm all weird and want to be bulimic and weigh 45 pounds, but because I feel so, so sick. Ugh. And tomorrow is Thanksgiving, a holiday centered around stuffing yourself silly. Great. Actually, Thanksgiving isn't that big of a deal for me, eating-wise. I don't eat meat, and I don't really like most everything else (including pumpkin pie), so you know. It's kind of hard to binge on broccoli and corn.
Okay. Enough about food. I hate it when people talk about dieting and such all the time, but I guess I'm not really talking about dieting so much as I'm talking about eating myself sick... besides, it's my diary, I can talk about whatever I want! *laughs* Moving on...
Joe, Carla, Chad, Adam, and I got together to watch Go tonight. We were going to rent Freeway but it's an independent film and we weren't sure we could find it on DVD (Joe doesn't have a VCR). I don't think the five of us put together could afford to rent a movie anyway, as sad as that sounds. Go was really good, though. The cop guy who sells wholesale junk was really creepy, and Katie Holmes' voice sort of grated on my nerves, but otherwise it was a fun time. It was really good to see Adam; being with him makes me all warm and fuzzy and nice. Yeah, I know how cheesy that sounds, but it's true! Mmm.
If I were going to be stranded on a deserted island and for some reason they told me about this ahead of time and let me bring five things with me, I would bring (in no particular order):
Memoirs of a Geisha, by Arthur Golden.
The Mists of Avalon, by Marion Zimmer Bradley.
A really big, warm, and cozy comforter.
Another human being known commonly as Adam, a.k.a. my super-terrific boyfriend.
and...
One very large box filled with a lifetime supply of birth control pills and condoms.
*laughs* A box of something counts as one thing! At least it does now. You know, if I got to take that stuff with me I don't think I'd mind if I were stranded somewere. I'd even be alright with just the last three, if I had to make due. :)
"I am half sick of shadows," said the Lady of Shallot.
-Amanda
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