Lease

I'm feeling really fat today. I've got this feeling that I have now turned into this giant balloon. It's terrible, I hate feeling like this. I went out last night with a few friends. It was a ton of fun in the beginning. I was looking prettier than usual and had quite a lot to drink so by the time I got to the bar I was quite drunk. So I'm at the bar, and this one guy who was somewhat decent looking starts dancing with me. So everything's fine, he bought me a drink, we go back to dancing, and this guy will not stop kissing my neck. I know it sounds weird, but I'd been dancing with him for like 15 minutes tops and usually I wouldn't mind, especially since he was a really good kisser. It's just that as soon as he showed me he actually liked me, all I could think about was whether or not I would sleep with him. And then I start feeling like a cow. And all I can think about is sleeping with him would mean I'd be naked. And he'd see me naked. And I'm a giant cow. So all these thoughts are going through my head and the alcohol is making me feel dizzy, and he's still kissing my neck and I make some kind of excuse up and ran away from him. It was so unlike me. I have this nice, good-looking guy who liked me and I ran away? Ugh, what is wrong with me? Anyway, the rest of my night went pretty well. I met some random people and befriended them. Smoked about three cigarettes (although I don't smoke), had a few more drinks and avoided dancing with every single guy. Even this really hot guy whose in one of my classes. Who I'm in love with. I have major, major issues.

Moving on to happy things, I signed my lease last week, and it turns out my grandparents are moving so I can get a lot furniture and dishes and such from them for free! It's perfect timing. Plus I have the best roommates in the world, I'm just (still) worried about food and what will happen. Oh well, it's not for another five months. I'll worry about it then.

And here's some thinspiration for the upcoming week. I always seem to eat less monday-friday than on weekends. It probably has to do with alcohol.





And after all my drinking last night it appears I've lost two pounds. Very, very weird. There's probably something wrong with my scale. I'm going to head out for a run and hopefully sometime this afternoon I can make it to the gym.

Good luck everyone!
Callie