Something about this apartment makes me very inactive. I was on my way home, excited about cleaning the apartment, but now that I'm here I don't feel like doing anything. I'll keep trying to force myself to clean up the apartment. And then Daniel and his friends will trash it again. Rock.
Spent too much time with the family. Ate like they did. They're all really fat and unattractive. Woohoo!!!!!!!!!!!! So back up to the dreaded 210. So back to eating healthy. No popcorn, no pizza, no greasy meat, no sodas, no chinese foods. Awesome.
None of my friends in Atlanta really cared about being my birthday. I lost the birthday money I got from my aunt and grandma. I was in a better mood earlier.
Why do I keep loosing money? I can't afford to do that! Maybe someone's taking it from me...
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