Holy carbs, Batman!

I just weighed myself in at 150 pounds. It might be because I'm "growing", but I just think it's because I don't move around that much and I love food. And when I say I love it, I mean I LOVE. IT.

Come to think of it, I am getting a bit of a tummy.


In other news, it's my first day back from camping with over 450 girls for three days (dear GOD the estrogen). I was initiated into the International Order of the Rainbow for Girls. Don't judge me, because I'm not Masonic by ANY means. However, I do have a teeny bit of Masonry in my family, seeing as my grandmother was a Jobie.

I've decided I'm not an atheist either. I've decided agnostic is the way to go, because of this great quote that I found that totally reflects my beliefs:

Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones.

 And then there's the song by Depeche Mode:



So yeah.

Anyway. Camping. It was fun.

I'm not allowed to talk about the initiation because it's apparently a secret, so I won't.

Granite Falls was super duper pretty though. Unfortunately I didn't have a camera, so I didn't take pictures.

I also got an Amazon Kindle  from my lovely grandmother in Cali. Since then I have been reading A Hat Full of Sky by Terry Pratchett, a wonderful book. I love Terry Pratchett. So much. I think I take after my mother in that area. I also seem to have inherited her love for Douglas Adams because I read the first three H2G2 books and so far have been to lazy to either go to the library or buy the eBook of the fourth one. I think that's another reason why I gained weight: I'm extremely lazy.

I went to 7-11 today with Kathy and got some lazy food, which consisted of Chex Mix, Ritz Bits, and white cheddar Cheez-Its, as well as serving-sized Lucky Charms and Froot Loops. No, I didn't eat them all in one sitting. The Cheez-Its and the Ritz Bits I ate in one serving; the Chex Mix was eaten gradually and it came later. I haven't eateen the cereal yet. That'll be tomorrow. It doesn't help that I had ice cream (chocolate chip cookie dough; be jealous) and that my dad made his Cheesy Pasta for dinner tonight. I also used real butter, not margarine like I usually do, on my bagel this morning as well. But the bagel, I think, was whole wheat, so I'm not worried about that. I doubt I had any lunch, either. I never do. Yes, I know it's bad for me, I just don't get hungry so it slips my mind. I don't get hungry until about 4 pm and then it's to late to eat because dinner will come soon after. Oh, AND there's pudding in the fridge as I type this, AND there's a whole bucket of various assorted cookies and brownies sitting on the counter. I also ate at 9:30 last night because I got back in Seattle at 4:30 but my parents weren't home so I waited at Stephanie's house and they came to get me around 9. I didn't eat dinner there because Stephanie pulled out a tub of Phish Food and we were watching House and it was very suspenseful, so I didn't even think about food at that point. So when I got home I had half an apple fritter and a small portion of refried beans and Mexican rice.

I also have yet more to say!

Sadly, I did not get into The School. As you might have known, I was number 80-something on the waiting list and had turned in an appeal to get me up to number 1. This did not happen, and my appeal was denied. So you know what? Screw you, Seattle Public Schools. I'm going to Insight! Next year, though, I'll be coming back more prepared and in person so that you can't not get my forms.

But anyway, I think you ought to know that life has been treating me swimmingly and that I have been a lot happier lately than I have been in a very long time.

I shall leave you adoring fans to your business now. Godspeed, and may you never awaken one morning and find yourself with Iranian death camps for hands and Gorbachev's eyelids attached to your feet.