Something is something, right?
My aunt and uncle are back so I'm here, alone, in my room, blogging. Their baby isn't much of a squeeler, which is great. I totally needed some human company already, because talking to the fat cats just wasn't what I needed. Plus, they always looked at me as if saying, "What the hell is up with this crazy bitch?"
Seeing that number on the scale was such a relief. I had expected that my 2 weeks' worth of eating normally was going to make shit hit the fan. Thank god it didn't do much damage :) My last number was 49.3kg, almost about a month ago, so I'm expecting it to get there by friday. I took off my clothes to get in the shower and I looked in the mirror. It was beautiful to see my bony back :D
Ugh, I hate Math now. My current teacher has done the impossible. I never thought I would ever hate math, but here I am, detesting the thought of going to class tomorrow .-. Congratulations, you son of a b*·$ch!
I had the time to clean my room (something I've been meaning to do for weeks now), clean my backpack, and rearrange my closet. That would have been impossible to do if my aunt and uncle hadn't come home. I would have probably just been in the living room, watching The Big Bang Theory or Friends.
Ugh, god. I don't know what else to write. My brain feels like putty after doing some math excercises.
I just want to go home to see my mom.
*OH my god. My aunt is just talking on the phone with my grandma about how much she weighs; 69kg. Its normal for a woman who just gave birth but, oh my god! Shes my same height!
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