Spring Break.

Well, today was completely uneventful. I stayed in my chonies and a t-shirt 'til about 6:30 when I took my dog out for a walk. 'Twas quite refreshing. I went on a date with my Dad tonight to Baskin Robbins (cue the angel choir). Wanna know the way to not get down to 115 by next Wednesday? That's how. I liked our date, though. I can't wait 'til I'm in college and all independent, it'll give me a reason to come home and go on those dates so my parents know how much I really do value them.

Well, it's SPRING BREAK '09!!1!. Yeah, you know. Nothing too exciting has happened yet, but I have henna tattoo on my ankle. I went down to Venice Beach on Monday with my main gals: Kelly, Laura, and Molly. I talked to a stoned guy and now know what weed smells like. It was educational if nothing else. But I really did have fun. It made up for all my bawling at Risen the night before, but they were good tears. I need to learn not to repress so much, 'cause nights like Sunday happen and that's not very good. Friday night I went to Club Illusion Delusional. People were on E and making out with each other all night. I was drinking water the entire time and doing the reject with my black brother. I now know I'm not cut out to grind with men. It was one of the most uncomfortable things of my life. All I did the whole time was think of how fat I was compared to all these 90-something pound girls and how I can't get down and dirty to save my life. It felt like this:


I'm going to Disneyland tomorrow with Craigy. I'm excited, 'cause I love Disneyland. I really wanna get a good '50s dress and go there for some swing dancing some time. That reminds me, I need to find some saddle shoes. I gotta make sure not to overeat tomorrow, 'cause weigh-in's Friday. And I don't wanna break down crying 'cause I splurged on that turkey leg or huge slice of pizza. God help us all.

Hope your break's going well! I know mine is. B.G.G.