Hey Victoria

and of course we welcome you - newcomers are wonderful. The more people we can cheer up, the better.

I'm sorry today's been rough - and I can definitely empathise with forgetting meds! I have a
terrible memory for taking them. I still live with my parents, so they help me remember, or else I'd definitely not be taking them as frequently as I have to (4x a day, different cocktails each time...). Can I get you anything to drink? Tea? Coffee? Chai?
I haven't been here for a few days, whoops.
Mask, I actually have battled eating problems for 11 years. For 9 of those 11 years, I was a comfort eater. I've never known a stable weight, and that's part of the fear now... I'm supposed to be getting down to a healthy and stable weight, but I'm scared that I'm not going to be able to do it. When I get stressed, I eat some too - not totally bingeing or anything, but eating a little more than I'd like to, an extra 200 calories a day or so, but still..... it makes me uncomfortable. And I'm terrified of gaining fat weight... and that's what happened this past week, not because I'd been eating too much, but because of the stress that's going on right now, with it being the last three and a half weeks of classes.

I hate being so busy!! Over the weekend, I have to write two papers and study for two quizzes.... goodness, how I am looking forward to summer!
And speaking of summer... I get to see my fiance in May! That excites me to no end - he lives in Minnesota, and I live in Pennsylvania, so we haven't seen much of each other - he is moving here in August/September, but it was going to be an 8 month period that I wouldn't see him - and now it's broken up and I will get to see him.

Sorry, that was a really long sentence... hehe. And I'll get my ring as well; he hadn't bought it when he proposed in December. So that's exciting too. From what I saw of it on webcam, it's gorgeous. Anyway, any ring that he picked out would be perfect for me.
I've named my hamster Molly. She's been pretty cute - climbing the walls of her cage and then falling down and landing in her food dish. I really need to get a photo of her doing that, but doing so would be rather tricky! And it's odd - when you try and pick her up, she finally gives up running, and flips over on her back, squeaking. When you finally have her in your hand, she goes to the bathroom. I wonder if she'll ever get used to being picked up?? *ponders*
And insomnia has returned, rearing its evil head. I hate being awake at odd hours of the night - last night I slept from 9:30 to midnight, then was awake from midnight to half two, and then slept the last three and a half hours til 6am. *swoons*
Ughhh!
How are you all? *sheepish* I think I rambled on a little too long.......
/me curls up in a beanbag in the corner with a diet green tea, watching the clouds drift across the grey, wet sky.