Well Now

So. There is this boy. We shall call him China Boy because he is from China and I don't know how to spell his name. But he is extremely cute and quiet(unless Annoying Kid Who Sits in From Of Him doesn't drive him insane) and he's in my Math class and I'll peek out of the corner of my eye and he'll just by sitting there, nice and quiet, and he'll catch me totally staring at him.

Issue: China Boy doesn't sit near me, and doesn't speak much English.

Lauren needs advice. ASAP, before Annoying Kid Who Sits in Front Of Him drives him insane and away from my school and me.

No Lies

The scale say 107.5. And the scale doesn't lie.

Lauren wants the scale to say 100. Then 95. Then 90. And she will be happy.

I Got Tagged!?

Why, yes, I did. In my HeHe HoHo post, I mentioned it. Thank you to dear Andy. So I must pass this award on to people who I think are truly wonderful.

1) Andy. Because I know she can do this, and she is just awesome. (: For a link to her sweet blog, see above.

2) Helen: Because her photography makes me jealous, and I love her pig.

3) Violet: Her awesome use of French, her profile picture, and her loveliness. I've followed her ever since I've been on Blogger.

4)Della: Even though she's not here, she made me smile, even when I wanted to cry.

5) Insane Jane: Although we don't see this crazy girl much, she was my very first follower on my tiny piece on the World Wide Web.

HeHe HoHo

First of all: ANDY is lovely and fan-freaking-tastic for giving me an award. Thanks dear, it means a lot. I'll try not to disappear more. (:

Now, onto business. All I've eaten is some pineapple and a glass of milk. Roughly about 200 calories. I'm going on the ABC(again) and hoping it works. Yesterday was a qualified disaster. Let's not go there. I want to be be Goal Weight 1(100) by then end of April. And maybe be 95 by my birthday, which is in May. Cross your fingers!!

Welcome Back. Not Home, Just Back

It's not like I wanted to. I just had to. But now, my shit is really fucked up. Emily knows. I guess it's slightly alright, because she had went into this too. But her parents caught it in time.
I've dug up all my pro-ana papers. And have been poring over them with a sick obsession to be so-called "perfect".

It's not the good kind of welcome back. Not home. But back.