Well, I was thinking of trying a little experiment because I'm such a whiny baby and can't handle it when people don't like me or offend me...but then at the same time, I don't have a problem...I don't get it. Never mind, if I don't understand I definitely can't make you guys understand.

Well, I'm eating leftover spagetti, and I almost cried again in the meeting tonight, but I...didn't let it happen. I suppose it was a hardening, but at least I didn't bust out. Gee, you'd think that I'd be over the whole dumb crying thing by now. That's a whole lot of weekends to cry randomly.

You know it's weird...I feel most comfy around those families that nag and stuff...it's just more like home, I guess, and I never, ever, in my whole life thought that I would miss that, but then I run into it, and I just want to get into this massive pillow fight and beat all of my frustrations away.

Would you believe I can barely walk without total pain jolting through my legs and butt? Or that I turn but a half a centimeter and my torso is wracked with conversive torture? Well, that's the price you pay for not working out and then going randomly one Saturday and helping win the PowderPuff football tournament. Nobody else seems to think it's important, but my body won't let me forget my triumph.