December 10, 2002 :: 1:55 p.m.
be sure to walk your mittens daily
Since I've come to LVC, I've noticed a trend. A trend of fatness. A trend of eating whatever the hell I want, whenever I want, in any quantity. It's bad. It's very, very bad, and if it continues until I get the hell out of here for good (May-ish) I'll leave weighing 400 pounds. It's becoming increasingly depressing, but it's like I just don't have it in me to bother fixing it right now. It's cold as fuck out, which makes my will to go for walks or runs drop to the level of nonexistent. The track is covered in snow, anyway, so it's a moot point. There's an indoor track, but I don't want to run indoors. The whole reason that I enjoy running is because I get to be outside. Become one with nature and all that jazz.
It's a vicious cycle sort of thing, though. The fatter I get, the more depressed I am, and the more I eat. Lather, rinse, repeat until my arteries are clogged to the point of bursting. It doesn't really help that I'm surrounded by perky, pretty girls with perfect bodies and either superhuman metabolisms or incredible will-power. It makes me even more bitter toward females than I usually am, and that's saying something because I don't really like girls much on my best of days. Lately I've been fantasizing about having laser eyes, so that I could just walk around and incinerate people at will. It would be fun. And the fact that I think it would be fun probably makes me some kind of mentally wrong, but hey. I never claimed to be particularly right.
Emily just put on about sixteen pounds of perfume, and now it's very hard to breathe in here. I have to refrain from gagging and wheezing. It's bad. Not as bad as the extreme shit stench that was hanging in my hallway earlier. Now that was bad.
Ooh! I got the best surprise today. Lisa sent me mittens! They're red and white and chock full o' knitted goodness. I'm excited to wear them... maybe Adam will go on a walk with me later so that I can take the little babies outside for a while. Heh. Otherwise they might start to whine and cry, and I just can't deal with that.
Okay, well, the picture I'm working on in Photoshop is calling my name in a hardcore kind of way, so I'm going to go work on that for a while. I'll write later, most likely.
Cheers.
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