K Brian, I don’t really care what all your 50-billion friends are doing with their lives that you wish you were. Geez … it’s not my fault, so stop acting like I should change the world *sigh* One minute Brian’s as sweet as anything, the next I wanna storm off to my room. Maybe I’m just in a weird mood or something. Maybe I just need sleep. Or Brad. Or something. I dunno *shrugs*

And I feel really gross … I ate a whole box of those new chocolate goldfish today (plus ER food). I dunno why, I just did. That’s like 30 or 40 grams of fat. I swear, I need to rid my room of food and only eat salad at meals … I’m horrible at rationing stuff, and I dunno why. I wish I was like Erica who can only eat like 2 things a day. Grr. Oh well.

And I know this is really bad, but last weekend I tried to make myself throw up ’cause my stomach hurt more than anything. But it didn’t work. Like I tried about 5 times, but nothing happened. I was like great. Is there a trick or something?

*sleeps*

I wish Brad would get on — but of course, he won’t.