So High...

Official weigh-in this morning: 113.5. I'm back, bitches. Feeling way good about that, and I've only had about 80 calories. Could it get any better?

Yesterday, I talked to my old debate coach, told him I wasn't going to debate this year. He said I've slimmed down. I smiled. This exceptionally PERFECT male specimine is engaged to a complete piece of garbage. She told Derric today that I was way skinny. No, I'm not way skinny, she's just way fat. But it made me feel good. It made me feel like I've got a purpose.

My sister doesn't respect me. I asked her if I could use the computer for important stuff. She refused. She decided to keep on playing Club Penguin... Fucking penguins... But it's okay. I'm on grandmother's computer. All is well.

Although, I do need to go back into the kitchen and do my homework. I just don't want my sister to get all pissy with me again. That's all she does these days! She speaks horribly to me... Oh, well... If I were as worthless as I am most of the time, I'd speak horribly to me, too.