January 15, 2004 :: 12:46 p.m.
if all else fails, blind yourself
I am convinced that my father, who is supposed to be SUPPORTIVE of any efforts to improve my health and/or general well-being, is instead actively trying to sabotage my diet. Why am I so certain of this? Well, there's really no other explanation. This man has, over the last three days, brought homemade sand tarts, chocolate fudge cake, cheesecake, chocolate-raspberry mouse cake, and A LEMON TART into this house. The tart was, in fact, specifically meant for me. And while I appreciate that he thought of me during his time at the Dingeldein Bakery, and while I am somewhat touched that he remembers my love of all things lemon (even though he sometimes can't remember how old I am), well... that's just fucking cruel. Am I wrong? Because I don't feel wrong. I told him straight out tonight that I suspect he's working for satan. He just laughed in response, which totally backs up my case. He's like the Evil Pastry Imp, planting delicious, fattening goodies around the kitchen while no one is looking. Gah!
I mean, really, I'm very good about staying on this damn diet when left to my own devices. I eat all of my vegetables and stay away from extremely bad things most of the time. But then my dad just has to go and throw a big, ugly wrench into the plan by stocking the kitchen with stupid chocolate fudge cake. Which I am apparently powerless against. There's no reason for it! No reason at all.
Anyway. Tonight's episode of Tru Calling was only minorly sucktastic, at least in terms of that show's standards. It didn't make me want to hurl things at the TV, is basically what I'm saying. Sure, the plot was predictable. And Tru was stupid. And Meredith was useless. And Harrison continues to creep me out with his unbridled sister-lust. Seriously, he has more chemistry with Eliza than whoever the schmuck is who plays Luc. Which would be fine if he weren't playing her damn brother. What kind of brother comes into your apartment while you're sleeping and sits on your bed, waiting for you to wake up and talk? Urg. At least there was a heavy focus on Davis, even though he did get shot the first time around. Poor Davis. Yeah... Fox needs to get on the ball and cancel this train-wreck, because my masochistic nature will keep me watching until the bitter end or the swift axe, whichever comes first.
You know, I noticed today that I have weird eyes. Not so much when I look in the mirror or anything, but I was trying to take a decent picture of my cute new hair and my eyes just look really strange in all of them. Like really stretched out and thing. I don't know. I'm horrendously un-photogenic, so none of the ones I've taken thus far are suitable for posting. They're just... ick. And the stupid flash is blinding the hell out of me. Seriously, my vision is messed up for about 10 minutes after I try to take pictures of myself. And seeing as how I just did that, there are purple and green spots all over everything right this very moment. It's very unpleasant.
So, bedtime. I'm strangely tired, and I'd like to get up before noon. Also, the spots I mentioned? Are really obscuring my vision. And giving me a headache. So I'm going to pop some pain-killer, do the personal hygiene thing, and then crawl into bed.
One of these days I'll have something interesting to say, I swear. Or at least I hope.
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