I get to play dressup for the lecture with Lech Walesa tomorrow. This has become a little mini nightmare in itself. I quit smoking in August and nicotine is a hunger suppressor. And well I have gained some weigh. I for one don't really care it just bothers me that none of my clothes fit anymore which sucks. I feel like since having kids my shape will never be what it was and who cares? But I was told to 'dress up' for this lecture and well all my clothes are TOO SMALL...and I made the mistake of trying to jump myself into a skirt in front of my son. He tried really hard not to laugh, but it came out and my feelings are hurt. Let the Anorexia begin. It is funny I eat healthy and usually will only eat once a day and smaller snacks (veggies and stuff) throughout the day but I am addicted to POP and that is what is causing this 'problem' of mine. I wish I could just step into a machine press a button and *poof* be magically delicisous. OH I plum forgot. I did my GPA which was a 3.2 and was told by my advisor that it wasn't good 'enough'. I about lost my cork. I am running my family and taking care of 2 kids I live 40 miles from campus and I have 6 fucking classes HARD classes not underwater basket weaving. And this broad says it isn't good 'enough' BITE ME!!!
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