I wish some people would either not read this, or hold their judgements to themselves.
It's not even a diet pill. It's a hunger supressant. And if you don't like it, keep it to yourself, and don't tell the entire world how you feel about me on your myspace, because I'm the only person who knows you're talking about me.
That is really, really mean and I don't appriciate it because I don't go around telling people shit I don't like about you... and if you ever did something I "don't approve" of, I would either tell you, or tell no one.

Whatever.
I guess I don't have any real friends.
That makes me feel bad.
But since this pill has dopamine in it, I'm sure I won't feel bad for very fucking long.

I hate it in Albuquerque. It's cold, crowded, foreign, and I don't speak spanish well enough to ignore what they're saying.
I keep trying to figure it out but it's not worth it because I quit spanish after 1/2 of Spanish 2.
Everyone keeps telling me I look exactly like my mom.
Everyone on my Aunt Terry's side of the family is perfect and skinny and quiet and they all have kids.
They were talking about Twilight for the entire dinner.
My Uncle Paul is really, really cool... but his eyes do scare me after a while.
Kevin is HUGE. Kirsta is normal now.
Paul said that kirsta and kevin are getting into a fraternaty and a sorrority. That's fucking gay. They're getting into the christian ones.
That's so stupid. You don't go to college to find religion. You go to find yourself. Finding religion is a way of blocking yourself from ever finding yourself. They're so fucking stupid.
Ughhh.
My car is broken, and we can't get it fixed until we get home. That's even gayer. I want it fixed, it's so, so sad.