"You can come over and we can have pizza!"

Is what my brother told me yesterday.
Sadly, I was contemplating having the entire box and savoring every single bite... but my brain reacted and I came up with a lame excuse. Something about it raining and car accidents happening.
I feel bad about that because my brother wanted some company, I guess. But on the way home, there was a car accident blocking the street. A sign? Who knows.

Last week, I went back home from Thursday to Sunday. Havoc was unleashed... in the form of out-of-control binges. It's hard to pull yourself away from that entirely once the action has almost turned into a tradition.
So, how much do I weigh on this cloudy Tuesday afternoon? Who knows. I've been avoiding the digital scale every time I see it in the bathroom. I'll weigh myself tomorrow morning before school. Hopefully it's not too bad.
My friend, Zara might come Saturday and stay over until Sunday. We're supposed to go to a party and get extremely wasted, but her parents haven't given her permission. They said, "We'll see." Which is the code word for "I'll just use this as a way for you to behave this week and torture you." Ah, classic parents.
But how would I know? My parents are divorced! xD
If she really comes, I have to be super skinny by Saturday... weighing almost 48 kgs. I don't know how I'm gonna do it, but it has to be done. I also got my roots retouched and my hair dyed, but I don't actually like it. It's like this greenish grayish blonde and I haven't cut it in ages. Ahhh! Someone give me willpower!

In other news, my aunt Susie said I was too skinny. I, of course responded (in my head) with a snort and a shaking of my head. Too skinny? Ha! What is with you people? I'm just average.
So here's how the convo went:
*My aunt was giving me some white cargo pants that were too tight for her.

S: You know what? I'm going to give you these white jeans that don't fit me at all. Your aunt Mary gave them to me, but the pants don't look good on me...

Me: Cool! What kind of pants are they?

S: They have these cool pockets on each leg. Since it didn't fit me, your aunt Mary was all, "You should give them to Roxie." But I told her I wouldn't know if they fit you, you know, since you're really skinny now-

 Me (incredulous): Skinny? For reals?

S (taken aback): Yeah. Your face is like more V shaped and in general, you're skinnier...

Me *talking to myself*: What do people see that I don't?

So she gave me the cargo pants, and as she had predicted, they were loose on me. Oh, well. I'd rather be skinny than have the body to fit those jeans.
I guess that was more or less my entire weekend, in a nutshell. I just hope that I can think before having an extra serving of food at lunch.
I have to keep my mind on my goal! 48, here I come!

best wishes, little foxes!