One of the worst things about losing weight is being forced to walk around helplessly as your pants slip off of your butt and then angrily yanking them up again. Remember the "skinny" pants that I bought back in June? Yeah, they bag in the waist now. Another equally annoying thing is putting on a t-shirt and realizing that despite your broad shoulders, all medium shirts must be banished to the pyjama drawer and replaced with small shirts. I basically have to replace my entire wardrobe (which consisted mostly of A&M t-shirts last year) so I'm in desperate need of a tent sale. Ironically, the worst part of losing weight is also the most rewarding. The world is a mysterious place.

- I "lost" my keys somewhere between the back door and my bedroom yesterday. Scot and I tore my room and the kitchen apart looking for them but finally gave up after an exhaustive and futile 45 minute search. I was without my main set of car keys, my townhouse key, my regular house key, and various other keys all night and well into this afternoon and I was freaking out. After doing some cooking today I decided to clean up my room a bit so that Rachel wouldn't see the minor mess when she brought me the box of stuff that I'd left at home. And that's when I found my keys - under my TAMU course book on my bed. RETARDED!!!

- I got an email yesterday saying that the architecture history class that I was supposed to take this semester has been cancelled and good luck finding a replacement three days before school starts. Luckily, I signed up for Pilates on a whim during registration so I still have 12 hours (and am still a full-time student) but now I feel like a supreme slacker. I tried to find a replacement class but the only other ones that I could possibly take are full. I mean, I guess if I was super desperate I could take a soil microbiology class, but I think I'd rather find contentment with my 12 hours.

- I need an envelope to mail my juror exemption form back to the state. I got a jury summons the week after I moved back to the Station and now I can't serve because I am "enrolled and in actual attendance at a high school or college". Boo! Why couldn't it have come two months before I moved back? I could have been a juror! I could have been involved in a law case! I could have been tempted to change my major again!

- I've decided that one day I will have my own house/apartment and my own ornery cat. Although, I'm afraid that once I get accustomed to that lifestyle I'll never want to give it up and then it will be so long, prospect of marriage! Of course, I am only 19.

College Station has really been kind to my diet (surprisingly). Only 14lbs to go!

I just saw some of my friends for the first time since May. It was the greatest thing that has happened all summer. God bless College Station.

I start my journey back to the Station tomorrow and since the future of internet availability is uncertain, I've decided to reflect on my summer now just in case. This summer was dreadful to be sure, but it was also the most productive "break" EVER. Was it worth it? You be the judge.

This summer I:
- Got an A in Physics
- Earned a really pretty penny in roughly 9 weeks
- Corrected my tongue thrust
- Lost almost 25lbs
Plus started a college scrapbook, got a really nice tan, and whitened my teeth.

In high school I resented busy summers because I thought they completely defeated the purpose of having a break at all. To a large extent that is true - once you reach a certain age (16ish I suppose) summer becomes less of a period of relaxation and more of an opportunity to do all of the crap that you couldn't get done during school. For instance - there's no way I could have gotten an A in Physics while at A&M, and there's no way I could have worked and been an ENDS major at the same time. From now on, summers will all probably be similar to the one that just (graciously) ended, and I guess that's ok since I didn't have anything better to do this summer anyway. Thankfully I spend more time enjoying myself in school than I do moping through May, June, and July. Now I just wish people would stop referring to the "lazy days of summer", etc. because those only exist for the unemployable.

So for the record, this was the definitive summer from hell. This summer is the base unit. It is the meter, the gram, and the liter. Could next summer be better? Absolutely. I might intern, I might live in the Station, I'll probably go on a nice vacation with my family. That would be the centi-summer from hell. Could a future summer be worse? Of course. I might die (the kilo-summer from hell). However, no matter how much I hated this summer, I can't complain about successfully BSing my way through 6 weeks of Physics, being able to afford almost anything, finally resting with my mouth closed, and throwing away 2 sizes of fat clothes.

Oh P.S. I lost .2lbs this past week but I didn't post Polly because a loss like that wouldn't really register.

Holy Lord God almighty, I'm in love with the song Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol. Of course, since I discovered it on Grey's Anatomy it will perpetually remind me of Grey's Anatomy. That's not a bad thing though because I am in love with Grey's Anatomy too.

Polly is back with a vengeance this week. I stepped on the scale and almost passed out when I saw my weight. Time to order all of my rewarding Weight Watchers food!

Some knowledge that I've gained during this God-awful break:
1. I've been to the Houston area 3 times this summer. I've decided that I like it a lot and am currently trying to convince my parents to move to The Woodlands when Trezy graduates (they've always liked Houston better than Dallas anyway). I don't know why I like it so much, but I have a fair number of guesses, including: its proximity to Galveston, its unusually abundant foliage, and the fact that everything that I love (my boyfriend, my baby Kylie, and my college) are all within spitting distance of downtown (well, at least more so than here in Slake). After the Florida fiasco, I've decided that I refuse to move out of Texas, and since visiting Houston, I've nearly decided that I refuse to live in Dallas. I'm a traitor.

2. The Florida fiasco - I won't mention everything because I need to go to bed at some point, but I will say that I don't want to move out of state. Ever. People who have never lived in Texas don't understand people who (happily) reside here. They think we ride horses to school. They don't understand football the way that we understand it. They don't have fierce loyalty to in-state colleges. They also think that the mascot for Texas A&M is the Longhorn. That was really the straw the broke the camel's back.

3. I'm listening to The Postal Service so much that I'm about to start speaking techno. Why? Because I listened to The Postal Service last fall so now I associate it with school. If I listened to The Postal Service and scrapbooked at the same time, I wouldn't even have to go back...yeah right.

Some things:
1. Portly Polly - Won't be making an appearance this week because Florida destroyed me. I'm sick of posting the same fluctuations so I'm going to give up on her until I can start losing weight at a steady pace once again (that hopefully started this morning...).

2. Food stuff - I love these! I hadn't been able to find them in Texas but we were walking through a grocery store in Fla. and my mom said, "Oh look, sugar-free cookies!" and I said, "Those are Santa Fe Farms cookies! I've been looking for those!" I might have to buy them at a whole-foods store in Slake and drag them to the Station but I don't mind.

I'm officially addicted to coffee I think. I drank a lot of it in Florida and now I can't stop. If it's flavored and toned down with 1/4 cup of skim milk and a packet of Sweet 'N Low it's heaven on earth (and only half a point).

3. Family feud - My uncle is back in town after a 6 week business trip around the world. He told me 3 times today that it was so obvious that I'd lost a lot of weight (etc). Eventually my evil scum-sucking cousin got sick of hearing all of her dad's compliments and accused me of being anorexic again. Boy I am going to miss her when the job ends...

This blog is a lot about my diet and not about much else anymore. Apologies. Losing weight is probably the most fun a girl can have, well, ever.