[all i want are some peas] this won't take long. to type out my boredom. right now dave and george and buddy are here taking our old, very old freezer. good. i didn't like it much anyways. o my stomach is cramping up, horribly. it hurts. for some reason. or another. maybe it was the sausage i ate this morning. or the toast. or the grease. or maybe the chocolate milk. no. i drank that after my stomach hurt. the milk made it worse. yeah. i have so many fucking things to do. i have to work on a group presentation thing. due wednesday. i have a fucking test for biology to study for. due monday. i have a room to clean. now. and things to read and learn and absorb. by tomorrow. i'll fail at this i suppose. i could leave the studying until tomorrow. and do nothing but clean tonight. or clean tonight and that's all. oh well. seb slept with the chopper guy on their first date. secretly she's hoping he'll call her. keep in touch. want her like she wants him. i have my doubts. as usual. seb doesn't know how to keep guys interested. (as if i am one to type.) i can't keep anyone interested. but still. i'm criticizing her life not mine. she gets to uppity about them all. it's sad. maybe. i don't know. i'm green with envy or something. i need to lose weight. and more weight. by may 8th. by than yes. i have less then 3 months. 3 months. i have. only. and it's depressing to think. that i'll be fat at graduation as well. as before. a year and nothings changed. it never does. because i don't make it change. how sad. dfn.