9.10am I really should stop being quite so obssessed with Ocean's 11 & 12. This is reminding me so much of the movie that I'm sitting here laughing at a soundtrack. That's not a good thing. I think I'm finally insane. It's been creeping up on me for a while, but I've gone and done it now. I've got a weird feeling at the moment. Been having it for a while now. Acceptance. Ok, so I'm not gorgeous, but I'm not ugly either. Ok, so sometimes when I'm weighing less, I'll actually be Ok with my body. The feeling where I've made a few friends and I may actually not be as socially retarded as I thought I was. I'm not sure I like it. I think I want to go back to being insecure. That's a joke, and meaning no offence to those who would kill to be accepting. It's quite a nice feeling actually. Although there's no hope involved. That's one thing you have to sacrifice. Mind you, my good feelings never last for long. Don't quote me on this. I'll never be quoted. I'm not intellecual enough. Someone once said to me "don't say don't quote me, because if no-one quotes you then you haven't said anything worth saying". And that's very true. So to cut a long paragraph short, you can quote me if you want. It would be an honour. I'm going to my Grandma's today, which is why I'm gracing you with an entry at just after nine in the morning. I thought you deserved one seeing as I won't be back until Friday (oh the pain, I feel for you). So enjoy it while you can, I'll be back to haunt you shortly.