16 days

"I got 16 days. I got a bottle and a rosary. God I wish that you were close to me..."

Today in badminton we were practicing hand-eye coordination (which I seriously lack) and Becca started getting winded. The teacher was coming around checking on everyone, seeing how the progress was. He put his hand on Becca's shoulder, furrowed his brow and in the most sincere voice he said, "Are you alright?" Becca's face dropped, she lowered her shoulders and said, "I have weak lungs." It was one of the funniest things I've ever seen.

I'm thinking I drink too much water. I have to go to the bathroom constantly. Sorry that you all now know that. Oh well...I'm sure there's worse things to know about.

I talked to my sister today for about five minutes today and realized that I miss her and that I haven't talked to her in over a week. Okay...as I thought about how long it had been, I thought it was way more time than that. I feel lame for realizing that it's been that long...but it seems like way longer.

I've been getting really critical of my eating again lately. I don't like what's happening and how, because of choices I made when I was 17, I'll never be able to totally escape my distorted mindset.

This is what happens when you live with your roommate for going on 2 1/2 years...you start inadvertantly dressing alike. Somebody save us...