I feel myself slipping. I've been a very good girl, food wise that is, for about two months now. I've lost around 19 pounds in that time, and I'm very proud of myself for managing that, as it's no mean feat, but lately, the last week or so, I've been not so good. I've been allowing myself some candy and other things that I'm not supposed to have on my low carb diet. This is the danger point for me, I know and recognize it. I get to this point where I start getting cocky, thinking that I can start going to back to *some* of my bad habits, I start slipping and before long, I fall spectacularly off the wagon! And it takes me months, sometime a year before I try to hop back on, often times weighing more than I had before I started. It's a vicious cycle. But, there is a light at the end, because this time, I know, accept, and admit my faults. I know where my trouble areas are and I can work past this. I'll keep y'all posted on my progress. Accountablilty is a good thing! I need you to keep me accountable!

Okay, am I the only person in the universe that finds it ironic that "in Living Color"s Wanda won the best Actor Oscar? Ten years ago, who'd a thunk it?

Have you ever felt like you were, all of the sudden, in an alternate universe? Strange goings ons have been, well, going on. I don't know what's up but I sort of feel like I'm on a playground merry go round that is being spun way too fast but I can't get off, even though the centrifical force is spinning me out and away. My head has that spinning and being spun feeling. Hey, Jane, get me off this crazy thing, called love.

BASTARD BITCH! I actually managed to not procrastinate as badly as usual and get my grad. school app. done in a timely manner, for me. That simply means that I started getting everything together a week before it was due instead of the day before it was due. I'm making real progress here! But, I managed to miss something, something kinda vital! I left out my statement of intent! Now, on a fluke tonight, after I got out of the shower, on a whim I checked my e-mail and saw a letter from the grad. office informing me that I hadn't included my letter of intent and it's due tomorrow. Needless to say, I started freaking out because I somehow missed that whole letter of intent thing when I was perusing the whole "things you need for your grad. school app." list. My mind is reeling as I sit down to type the damn thing on word, I don't know what to say. I call the best friend, Dina, and go over the whole thing. I get off the phone, buckle down, and write it, using the Force as my guide. Why not, after all, it was the Force that made me check my e-mail at a time I never check it anyway and thereby, kicking off this maelstrom of necessary panic. (Although I feel I'm at my most genious at moments such as that. I could be wrong about that, though.) Anyway, I finish the letter, fax it over to Buff. State. Grad App. office, praying that I did it right, and then decide that I ought to send it as an attachment via e-mail, just in case. Bastard Bitch MSN is, unfortunately, fucking around with that site right now and won't let me send anything! ARGH! SERENITY NOW! SERENITY NOW! Ok. Everything magically works out for the best in the end. Everything magically works out for the best in that end. I just need to hang on to my Panglossian view of the world and all will be right with the world. HELP! Pray for me, peeps. I think I really need it!

I've noticed that every Friday afternoon, I suddenly, out of the blue, I begin singing, "Shoplifters of the World, Unite and Take Over." I have no idea why or how this started. It usually begins when I go on my break and start reading the News of the Weird in Artvoice, but there it is, every week, without fail, Morrisey's voice (Back when he was with the Smiths) echoing through my head! It's very curious, don't you think? All right, everyone, " Shoplifters of the world, unite and take over! Shoplifters of the world- hand it over, hand it over, hand it over!"