calorie induced temporary joy

I always convince myself to eat things I know I'll regret eating later. Always. If I spent even a quarter as much time thinking about chemistry that I do thinking about eating and not eating, I'd probably be a chemical prodigy and recite Lewis structure and gas constants like the alphabet. Too bad. Today, I bought a pretzel that smelled like semen. Then, I had a cookie. Then, I spent the next two periods feeling guilty about eating the cookie. I got home, ate half of a chocolate bar, and felt bad about eating more than one block (it was a Hershey's) like I said I was going to, so I burned it off on the treadmill, only to eat it back during dinner.

And then, some days I'll make a million excuses about why it's okay to indulge. And I'll promise myself to go running so that I'll burn it off. By the way, tread milling isn't as exhilarating of an experience as I thought it would be. It's more just the same thing as running outside, only minus the scenery (that you don't really enjoy anyway because usually I'm either too tired or too into the running part), the feeling of actually getting somewhere, and recently, the numbing sting of wind and cold.

I didn't go to drama. Planned on playing translator for my grandma, but got home too late anyway. The interim principal is a perpetual nagging oppressor. I miss the drunk one. Well, at least this guy isn't threatening to google our myspaces and punish us for things over which they have absolutely no say in.

School is tedious. I need another vacation already. Well, I guess I'll have to adjust my sleeping pattern sooner or later. It's really not good to go to bed at 12 a.m. and wake up 5 hours later. Not that I don't press the snooze button as many times as possible anyway. My circadian rhythms ( a roughly-24-hour cycle in the physiological processes of living beings) are all messed up, probably from sleeping at 4 a.m. and waking up at 1p.m. all the time. They're supposed to work according to the sunlight-- you sleep at night, wake at day. But over breaks, I'm practically nocturnal.

I've been reading Valley of the Dolls. It's really very addicting. Everyone takes pills in the book. Oh, and I gave myself a French manicure--embracing my ethnic stereotypes. It came out better than I expected. Still, some nails dried weird. Speaking of which, the Sally Hansen Insta-Dri Top Coat doesn't exactly "insta-dri" the nail. But it's a good top coat.

I wish everything in school could be typed. I think I would learn so much better, since then I'd actually be able to read my notes. Plus, in the time it took me to type that entire sentence, I probably would've only written down a quarter of it.

I wonder what it would be like if my parents just let me go out all the time without asking for an M.O. all the time.

Boring? Naaaah.

So besides that, progress is at a standstill.