A .4lb gain. I guess that's what I get for going to Chuck E. Cheese and staring at the pizza and drinking water while my cousins packed it in like that hadn't eaten in years. That's what I get for holding the popcorn in the movie theater so my cousins could have easy access to the two large bags. That's what I get for eating fat-free Pringles and Fiber One cereal and resisting the Club crackers and Fruit Loops. WTF!?

Let me just say that I think summer is a despicable curve to throw at a well-adjusted college student. The only happy things about this one (so far) are that I'm losing weight like crazy and making money. Other than that, I'm taking a terrible summer course, baby-sitting my purely evil cousins, stuck in soul-sucking Slake, and worst of all, I'm 300 miles too far away from my boyfriend.

On the bright side, I have a fair number of fun weekends ahead of me that are pretty evenly spaced throughout the rest of the season to help make the time until my return to the Station bearable. In exactly two weeks I will be done (FOREVER, mostly) with physics, the weekend after that I get to see my man for the first time in a month, two weekends after that I'm going to Florida, the weekend after that I'm going to see Tom Petty in the Woodlands (and I get to have dinner with my punkin in H-town) and the week after that is the last one I'll have to spend baby-sitting. All I have to do now is pass two more physics tests and I'll be well on my way to collegiate nirvana.

Polly went shopping yesterday and tried on a pair of pants that was one size smaller than her usual size thinking "these will be my reward if I can lose a little more weight". After trying them on, however, Polly discovered that they made her large bottom disappear and gave her the look of a clown. Encouraged, Polly thought, "I will buy the next smaller size and that will be my reward!" so Polly tried on a pair that was two sizes smaller than her usual size assuming that she would have to press all of her guts against her spine to get the button closed, but to Polly's delight, she was able to button them and zip them up with very minimal effort. Polly bought those pants and proceeded to dance around the house in them celebrating her major milestone. Congratulations, Polly! Have some angel food cake!

Let me just say, I'm on Nick Lachey's side, but I DO NOT want to hear his dumb song every time I turn on the radio.

Things that I love as of this afternoon: Oscar Mayer fat-free hot dogs, my pinto bean "chili", finishing physics homework before Studio B, Shepard Smith, my boyfriend, and the fact that I will see him in a month.

I completely BSed the last lab that I turned in. Half of it wasn't even complete because I just didn't understand how to do it. Know what I got on it? A 100. And that's why we take the hard classes at a junior college.

1.4 pounds away from pre-college weight. Think I can handle it? You betcha!

I hate the Pussycat Dolls. Maybe it's because the song Buttons makes my ears bleed. Also, what do Heineken and the song Don't Cha have in common? Nothing other than a nonsensical commercial that induces brain hemmorhaging .

Nausea - the best diet a girl can go on.

My 16-year old, Pre-Calc educated brother just solved one of his math impaired sister's college physics problems and I'm sure he has no idea what he's just gotten himself into.

Since I have cotton rolls behind my lips and tape over my mouth at the moment (myofunctional therapy is so bad a-), I'm only able to converse online. I was trying to tell Trey something about my away message and I said, "There is it", followed by "physics is making me studpi", and then "I rest me case". For the love of all that's holy, MAKE IT STOP!

Two thumbs way down for Smart Ones Beef Pot Roast. I took three bites and fed the rest to my dog and even she dumped half of it out. I'll take my 3 points elsewhere, thanks.

My upper lip has stretched from 13mm to 19mm. and my lips can now hold 4lbs (up from 2.3lbs). Oh, little victories!