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I'm reading my old blogger entries right now and as bad as my writing was, my entries used to be much more interesting than they are right now. At least, to me they are because it feels as though someone else wrote it. To think, only three years ago I was a raving depressive lunatic! Ha! Actually, I wasn't, but I pretended I was one half of the time. God knows what was going through my head. ...actually, I made it pretty clear in most of my entries what was going on in my head. I think these days I just write what goes on during my day without delving into my thoughts and such, mainly because there's nothing interesting about them, but for my record I guess I could start talking more about those things.

So. Right now. I still feel bloaty, as I talked about in my last entry. Heaven help me if my intestines collapse. Did I just say "heaven help me"? What's that about? What does that even mean? Great, now I'm talking to myself. I'm always doing that. Still doing it. Damn.

I'm working on my psych take-home final and not getting very far. Please please please, give me a B. Or a B-. Let me end up with a decent grade.

My upper lip is itchy. My body is trying to tell me something...stop eating so much or you'll become a whale. With an itchy lip. Gotcha.

I suppose I'm more happy than sad without being extremely happy or sad. I don't glow with radiant sunbeams of joyful peace loving smilies. I'm just sitting here in my sad room with my roommate's 13 or so boxes as she travels to Hawaii. If only...hohum. This room is so sad looking.

I'm going back to evil psych paper. Sorry for this pointless entry. I guess it's better to have a drama-less life.