let's not talk about the weather.
Thansgiving was ok. I somehow managed to not eat myself into a coma, which is extremely pleasant on my behalf. However it still does not change the fact that I am an obese fucking beast, and due to school scheduling/work I will have to put off going to the gym for at least another two weeks.
i absolutely cannot wait for this semester to be over so i can get back into my normal gym regime again. John is looking so good, he lost so much weight he looks phenomenal, and it makes me feel like the biggest slob ever, but he insists that every bit of me is perfect. Which is so far from the truth, it might as well be a lie.
So Friday night I went to the Loop with Adam, bumped into a few friends as well as familiar faces. Drank to much, and was sad that nobody other than Adam and his little friend would dance with me. Although that was all fun and well, it would have given me an ego boost and made me feel slightly less scummy if someone out of the blue requested a dance. Than again nobody really does that anymore more...after all this isn't 1922. Althought it would be a trip if it was.
Today was a usual monday routine, woke up went to my visual organization/creative thinking class, sat through that and chimmed in when necessasary. I decided to skip my art history class today because although my professor is really nice and she is so adorable as well as austrian, I can't bare to sit through another 2 and half hours of dreadful lecture, when I could very easily make myself happy by hopping down to Valley Road guitars with John and ensuing in a musical hug fest.
Lately he has been doing lots of talking about it, which makes me really happy that I can bring someone the same amount of happiness that he gives me. I think the two of us are fixing each others wounds rather nicely.
i absolutely cannot wait for this semester to be over so i can get back into my normal gym regime again. John is looking so good, he lost so much weight he looks phenomenal, and it makes me feel like the biggest slob ever, but he insists that every bit of me is perfect. Which is so far from the truth, it might as well be a lie.
So Friday night I went to the Loop with Adam, bumped into a few friends as well as familiar faces. Drank to much, and was sad that nobody other than Adam and his little friend would dance with me. Although that was all fun and well, it would have given me an ego boost and made me feel slightly less scummy if someone out of the blue requested a dance. Than again nobody really does that anymore more...after all this isn't 1922. Althought it would be a trip if it was.
Today was a usual monday routine, woke up went to my visual organization/creative thinking class, sat through that and chimmed in when necessasary. I decided to skip my art history class today because although my professor is really nice and she is so adorable as well as austrian, I can't bare to sit through another 2 and half hours of dreadful lecture, when I could very easily make myself happy by hopping down to Valley Road guitars with John and ensuing in a musical hug fest.
Lately he has been doing lots of talking about it, which makes me really happy that I can bring someone the same amount of happiness that he gives me. I think the two of us are fixing each others wounds rather nicely.