I did it. I completed breakfast. And I want to play Halo. Mhmm, even if I get stuck in a group full of jerks online, at least I’ll feel better trying to kick their behinds.
Behinds = lame, but cussing is just the same.
And that rhyme there puts me to shame.
I feel a rap coming on, but I’m not feeling the force. Eh, for the better anyway. About breakfast though, i just don’t want to set off triggers for anybody. I wasn’t peeking (reminder- not) but I saw a paper Katie filled out, and one of her triggers was “the other girls not eating”. I don’t want to make things harder for other people. That’s why I didn’t want to come here- money wise and everything else, too.
It [the day I was admitted] could have [just] been a super duper boring day (contradiction, much?) at school-not to mention normal. I looked at the clock this morning, and it was 5:44. Same time as usual at home. Waking up early during summer is a bummer, not to mention waking up in a strange bed in a strange land.
I think I just got the image of a music video in my head. I have no idea what to infer from that. I’m a stranger in a strange land.
Before I space out and start to count the dust, there’s two major things I need scratch down real quick. First, I had my first phone call last night. Phone cards are a pain in the butt, but Lily (being the super sweetheart that she is) let me use hers. So many numbers, but I got through-eventually. Mom’s cellphone is on crack, so I had to call the home phone. No big deal, but we only get 15 minutes on the phone period.
Jor was all excited and everything and handed the phone over to Mom, but not before cursing all my bacon to burn. I am happy to say I’m safe of bacon. Unfortunately, that goes for Howl’s Moving Castle as well. Awesome movie.
Mom was just “worried” about me, and I begged her to send me a (work-well) *electric razor. I feel bad about asking for anything, but my legs feel terrible, and I don’t even want to check my pits.
I did start crying [while I was talking on the phone], but it was just a few tears down the cheek. My voice cracked and got stuffy, but in a way I didn’t expect any less. I feel like I had to get off too soon-I still had to call Dad after all. Of course, I argued with Jor for a minute, commanding her to record Doctor Who, even at the cost of her precious Lost episodes. Not a big deal anyway because she can probably rent the whole last season soon enough. We clicked off with our signature 'Bye, Mark; Bye, Roger' sign-off. The little twerp almost forgot, but I started it before we hung up. I need something like that just to make me feel normal.
I’ve got to wrap this phone stuff up though because I’ve got another thing to bring up that I just got back from. It was a really quick chat with Dad-everyone [the girls at Remuda] was heading to snack and my time was just about up anyway. I made sure to tell him I loved him, you know-all of the basic stuff. I’m glad I got through this first session without bawling, but I guess that’s kind of [a] challenge since I only have 15 minutes. I told both lines that I’d call again later in the week.
Red status phone time is once a week and once on the weekend, so I’m good for Saturday.
Next major subject: Secret Sisters! Basically a rip-off of Secret Santa, but considering the situation [not to mention the time of year], it works. It’s going to go on until Saturday when we’ll all reveal who we had, etc. After I picked myself (whoops) [from whatever hat or thing we used to draw names], I got….Alyakim. *This is code, so keep it secret! Well, I’m going to try [what?].
First day: smiley face + with mini (I forgot how to spell mini?) poem. Add lots of color and it won’t look too shabby. Will make sure to write updates on that later.
Real quick: if Christians can accept Santa Claus for the sake of Christmas, why can’t they accept Harry Potter [for the sake of childhood]? Mostly it’s only the strict Christians that think of a teen boy’s magic as evil, but still. If anything, it’s a little hypocritical. I love that word by the way, though I have no reason why. Reminds me of “hippogriff” and (ironically) that brings me back to Harry Potter. Ha!
I finished [lunch]. I have a bad feeling about dinner though. I’m hating the feeling of my stomach. I might get supplements for some of dinner because mentally, I can’t feel the least bit good about my gigantum intake of food and juice.
I have a feeling that the skills group on my schedule is a no-go (red status is a sucker to the stomach, literally) so I’ll reveal my final main thing today. Nothing too interesting, but I met my nutritionist (Lauren). I just got body compositions but we’ll be getting down to the hard stuff when we talk on Friday. I’m scared I’ll be placed on weight restoration. I’m also a little scared I won’t because it would be like “you don’t need to gain weight after all ‘cause you’re not skinny”.
Though I’d gladly take that over being put on weight restoration. No doubt. I’ll maintain, but weight gain sounds like overdose to me.
TO BE CONTINUED
*electric razor… We weren’t allowed to have real razors because of the danger of it and all (yeah, sure). The alternative therefore was electric razors, which are apparently deemed safer than real razors. They also work like shit.
*This is code, so keep it secret!…. Okay, the “code” is the real person’s name backwards. Otherwise spelling…._____! Figure it out yourself. Doesn’t take too long haha.
Notes of the day: Never use Nair or watch uncensored American Pie