Weekend

I am awkward. But it's okay, because the first step is admitting it, and there are some people who have no clue that they're awkward.

Having a fat day. Ate nearly half a block of pepperjack cheese in the last 24 hours. I feel like it is much more acceptable to be fat if you have boobs and hips. I have neither, and will continue to eagerly await the day when I will wake up and magically be non barrel-chested and shaped like a normal human being.

Our apartment is very child-friendly.

Apparently my goldfish, Maria, is stressed. Or at least that's what Google tells me. She's just been floating (no, she's not dead) in one corner of her bowl with her back against the glass. I just noticed this yesterday. I honestly don't have an answer for that one. How stressful can goldfish life be?

I have started playing hockey again. It's just pickup now because the club team died, but it is still great fun. I love hockey. And there is a boy I play with named Howdy. Which is just funny/strange. Oh, and in case you cared, yes, I am still the only girl. Four years running. I should get a medal.

KBYE!