Start Again

Well, it's September. I'm back in school, back to stress, back to starving.

This year will be different. This year, I will be better. I've only got a few classes with a few friends, which equals fewer distractions. This is senior year; I've got to focus. This is the year that counts.

My face is getting better, slowly. Since it's been so long I'm seeing the doctor again today, and he's going to refer me to a neurologist. They think something is wrong with my brain. Dunno how I feel about that.

The school has seriously upgraded their security. Every room and hallway has a security camera, and the doors lock when class starts. People need to intercom the office to enter the building. Paranoid much? My chair in the library is still blocked though. ^-^

Lots of stress this year. Two college classes, AP English, gym... Plus I need to get a job, and auditions for the musical are this Thursday. My friend M, the theatre geek, decided not to be in it this year. Not enough time, he says. Too time-consuming. I empathize, but the director is going to kill him. Speaking of director, she decided to increase the number of rehearsals we do, meaning we'll probably have them every day after school now. I love theatre, but it'll be a burn-out for sure.

Ugh. I'm sorry everyone. I'm in a weird mood and I just can't seem to make this interesting.

My weight this morning was 203.2. I gained, horribly, over the summer. It's actually down a bit from the worst bit. /sigh I hate that my life is reduced to this.