Time flies...
I realized that I have two and a half weeks before I go back to school. (Insert heart attack here.) I mean, I never even UNPACKED half my stuff from school...most of my belongings are still in various bags scattered around my room. Eep. And now that the hour of my return to Asheville is swiftly approaching, more and more I find myself feeling torn. As much as I miss my friends and the town and the life I've created at school, there's a large part of me that simply doesn't want to leave Chapel Hill. I don't want to have to move all my worldly belongings, or quit my job, or worry about the effect that distance will have on a relationship that's barely begun.
I am so ridiculously ADD when it comes to eating. I don't know why...I have this weird compulsion where I can't sit and finish a meal when left to my own devices. I'm a slow eater, and during most meals I inevitably get bored and just quit. How many times have I stopped eating, not because I was full, but because I was sick of sitting in one place? I think I've invented a new eating disorder. Is there even a name for this? Kim-itis perhaps? No wonder I'm so thin.
Bedtime for Bonzo now. I have to get up at the ungodly hour of 7:15 tomorrow. Ugh.
I am so ridiculously ADD when it comes to eating. I don't know why...I have this weird compulsion where I can't sit and finish a meal when left to my own devices. I'm a slow eater, and during most meals I inevitably get bored and just quit. How many times have I stopped eating, not because I was full, but because I was sick of sitting in one place? I think I've invented a new eating disorder. Is there even a name for this? Kim-itis perhaps? No wonder I'm so thin.
Bedtime for Bonzo now. I have to get up at the ungodly hour of 7:15 tomorrow. Ugh.