Period.

Stupid effing period always gums up the works. How annoying.

I'm going to see the counselor again tomorrow. Its my first official appointment. I really need to lie about my eating habits. I have way more, cooler, sadder problems for her to be concerned with than this. And those problems are much more difficult for me to take. So I think she should do her fricking job and fix me.

P.S. My Dad is now on Facebook. And MySpace. Ser.i.ous.ly? My Dad thinks Im such a good little girl, that I don't do anything he wouldn't approve of. What a load of crap. I've made out with chicks when I'm drunk (I'm straight, I swear, haha), as well as made out with (and further) with two different guys over my spring break (I swear I'm not a slut either... Just have saying no issues... Hence the counselor) and am eagerly anticipating getting a tattoo after my college graduation along with a nose piercing once I move safely out of disowning range. He also doesn't realize that my life's dearest ambition is to be a TNA Knockout or a WWE Diva, because the only two times I've been truly happy in life have been when I was on stage performing and when I was in karate class. Mix the two together and what do you get? A sports entertainer.

HENCE WHY MY PERIOD NEEDS TO GO AWAY SO MY WEIGHT CAN GO DOWN.

Ugh... Im getting an iced caffe mocha from Starbucks. No worries, use nonfat milk, and get no whipped cream and its only about 200 calories. That'll be it for the day then. I need to relearn how to fast. I miss it. Screw this binging crap.