i can't remember when i went to bed.

hm. so today i have to eat, pick up my key, and take the bus to wal-mart to buy a shitload of stuff, including pillows, because last night i slept with my head on my harry potter blanket and a handful of sweaters. the temperature is awfully iffy in here. chilly but i don't know if i want to pull my comforter down or not, you know? and i don't know if my phone service is hooked up or not because i gave the wrong room number because i'm a moron.

and all my storage boxes are clustered around the base of the stairs. i should probably eat, get some blood sugar, before i attempt them. possibly after i eat i'll just come back here, though, and go back to sleep. i've got to figure out a way to get my computer into the bed.

::yawn::

campus police, wal-mart, phone people, storage shit.

i'm oddly calm considering the hellishness of yesterday. and the concaveness of my stomach. la la la.

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okay yeah, blanket. i want my wax. NOW. dammit. ::whimper:: ::shiver:: ::whimper again::

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i forgot shaving gel, toothpaste, and ramen noodles. and i need to get some photos developed. otoh i did get two pillows and sundry other items.

have found hollsk and can stop hyperventilating. i need to add an hour to my phone card so i can call my parents and bitch and whine.

i missed lunch, and breakfast consisted of two slices of toast (one white, one raisin) with nothing on them and half a bagel which i carried in my pocket, and ate later at like 12:30. yesterday i ate only a few bites of lemon-poppyseed muffin and a cup of decaf tea from starbucks (i don't count water as food). was too upset still on my three hours of sleep to eat when i left devon's and then was too tired to eat on the planes (which is to say that i slept through it when the stewardesses brought pretzels).

i'm fucking going to kill myself. not on purpose, but my stomach hates me and wants me to starve.

gr.

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i also forgot laundry detergent. gr.

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Stones - step over them or hire them, you can't measure the inside-leg of them.

'a story with a happy ending'? the fuck.

lunch: one half bagel, 10 oz water, four slices of white bread with nothing on them.

i don't want to starve and i don't want to have sharp little winglike hipbones. i just can't gain weight. more importantly, i often can't eat. ::kicks things::

shakira is a lot cooler in spanish.

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i'm going to go to dinner. yeah. shit, that's a long walk. ::mopemope::

hi, there. i'm having a nervous breakdown.

take the which one of the trading spaces cast are you? quiz!



i was going to elaborate further but thinking makes me tired and that pretty much says it all. maybe i need new medication. everything sucks.

well, i guess we didn't have to kill her; don't feel so bad, though.

thank god, i managed to eat a plain chicken breast in two pieces of white bread. starvation is totally not imminent. it's not ideal to eat just chicken and bread, of course, but yeah. i can survive this for a while. and certainly a week.

two days is SO not long enough. i'm going to throw another little tantrum here because i want my wax. i want to carry her around everywhere with me attached at the elbow or something. (or the hip. that's the normal phrase, isn't it.)

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my dad talked seriously to me and was very understanding of my nervous breakdown, bizarre dietary problems, and whiny bitchiness. i fucking HATE school, man. there must be something good about it besides net access and no mom bugging me to get a job, and i just can't remember what it was right now.

then talked to mom and she soothed me almost to sleep. alas, she can't afford to do that every night.

i'm quite calm and happy now, though. i don't even know what all the last things she said were.

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ahaha. dude. i JUST realized that the bulletin boards on the doors? have our names on them. which is how the boy downstairs knew which room was mine. and the boy next door's name is piercarlo valdesolo. how fucking awesome a name is that.

registration tomorrow, cvs and picture-taking and wax-calling, eee.