Freedom

I'm moving in to my dorm tomorrow. I can almost taste freedom. It tastes like... Rice cakes and chai lattes. I'm so ready for this.

E and I have decided to try to stay together, even though we're at different universities. The thought fucking terrifies me, but we'll see how it goes...

Love you all. I'll post more, I promise.

List of Reasons Why This Has Been The Worst Summer Ever

1. I walked in on my mom kissing a guy that wasn't my father. My parents are not divorced.
2. I have been away from E all summer because of this stupid job that I hate.
3. I'm living in the middle of nowhere at a shit-hole of a research station, studying beetles that I care absolutely nothing about.
4. I don't have my computer, which isn't a big deal, but it means that I can't blog. Or write my stories. Both of which are the only things keeping me sane.
5. I have been away from my twin sister all summer, and she is going through a really tough time. And this is only the beginning; I'm abandoning her to go to college in a few weeks too.
6. I can't fucking drop my current weight.
7. I cut my thumb open and got 6 stitches, because I'm a klutz.
8. I have been very, very ill multiple times this summer. Like vomiting and blacking out and fevers and shit.  MORE THAN ONCE.
9. I'm having a complete identity crisis because I don't like science anymore (see #3), but my mom won't let me study english or viniculture like I want to.  My dream is to be a world-renowned author who owns a vineyard on the side; my mom's dream is for me to be a replica of her. Therefore, a biology major I shall be.
10. I CAN'T DROP MY CURRENT WEIGHT. I hate plateaus.  It's adding to my current insanity. I've been hiking and restricting and hiking and not eating. Nothing.

So, this list is very random and rather incoherent, but basically I have had a really crappy summer.

Story of my life.