This week went by pretty fast. Still, I'm tired. Very blah right now. I talked to an old friend today; sometimes even though you have grudges, you have to be like, 'so what'. As you get older, you might need to have a few people you can always call. I'm learning that the future is not a faraway thing and time moves so fast. No one is impenetratable or invincible.

Except Mickey Rourke.

Swoon.

I've been looking at pics of Hilary Swank for hair inspiration. I can embrace looking a bit like her on a good day. That's a great thing, actually. I don't see it, but I have the same sort of mouth/teeth/facial situation. Her grooming and style is light years beyond mine, though, being an A-list celeb and all. Oh well.

Vacaciones is creeping closer, evvvver so slowwwwly. My diet plan isn't really coming to fruition as much as I thought it would, though. It's not really even made a dent. I think working nights has hampered what metabolism I do, or did, have. I've stopped eating nights, too, just coffee and water. I don't know. Maybe I'm overreacting to nothing. I've learned to stop wishing for size 2. Just because I'm tall doesn't equal automatic thinness. Supermodels don't eat, they musn't even be able to breathe the scent of cake for fear of gaining half a pound. I'm over trying to kill myself w/ a diet or 'lifestyle change', if you want to call it that. It's all the same. I've been size 2, even a size 0 at Old Navy, where their clothing runs larger. Maybe it really is all about portion control. I don't really feel like I'm very out of control of anything, though. I think I'm ok. Once I get very thin, my period starts to act haywire, and I can't go down that road again.