I’m up earlier than usual this morning because I’m to meet with my calculus teacher at about 8:30 to discuss my last test grade. I’m one point away from having an A, and by God, I’m going to argue the life of me to get that one point. I also plan on getting breakfast at K-Lair on my way over, but it will be a different one than I’m used to (i.e. more yogurt, less French toast) because Trinity, Andrea, and I have decided to go on a diet. I knew I had gained weight and wanted to lose it but things were cinched for me when, last night on AIM, a guy friend of mine said, “it looks like you’ve put on some weight since last summer.” *grumbles*
Lora’s telling me some long-winded story about how she kept hitting her stuffed dog instead of her alarm clock this morning.
I’ve begun rereading Seventh Son by Orson Scott Card in his Hatrack River series. Here’s chapter one available online.
Go you for going on a diet. I’m going to start on one too, I need it a lot more than you. ;) Just out of curiosity, who said that to you? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but I was just curious.
Sarah, it looks like you have formulated a diet group. Count me in, God knows I need it! LOL!!! By the way, let’s get the story straight. I didn’t hit the dog (I would never do that). It was on top of the alarm and I had to move it to hit the alarm.