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The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers was FUCKING AWESOME. Call off work, get your ass to the theatre, and see it. Now. Right. NOW.

Mmyes.

Er. Um. Anyhow. I'm sure you've all got things to do. And I ought to sleep, really. But GO. GOOOO!

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Wow. Apparently the Careers 2003 people liked my resume.

I just got word that I am to attend the NYC conference on January 6th with at least 50 copies of my resume, and I may be asked to attend the Chicago one on the 27th

So. Um. I guess I'm 1337?

Home in columbus, back on my own PC, and in good shape.

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BAH!

I thumb my nose at this one, because I feel decently adjusted and am having fun. :D

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ARRRRRRRRRRRRRGH.

Okay, so first my Dad tried to get me to come to choir practice with them before I even got in the door this evening, and then my mom comes in here and wants to know if I want to come with them to their diet center tomorrow for weighing and talking to the doctor with them so I'll decide to do the diet.

Keep in mind I had already agreed that yes, next year, I will try to do the diet.

I'm so fucking tired of hearing about this diet every time I see them.

YES. I AM FUCKING FAT. I AM FUCKING OVERWEIGHT. OBESE. LARGE. GOD DAMNED FATTTY FATTY McFUCKING FAT. YOU ARE NO LONGER SO. QUIT FUCKING HARPING ON IT. I ALREADY FUCKING AGREED THAT IT WOULD BE GOOD FOR ME TO DO THIS, AND I'D RATHER NOT GET DEPRESSED MY SECOND FUCKING DAY HOME BY FINDING OUT JUST HOW OVERWEIGHT I AM, AND ALL THE MEDICAL DOOM PREDICTED.

Especially when we consider that YOU were the ones who said that I'd probably not be able to do the diet while at school, just because my life's so crazy and I'd not have a proper home or kitchen to prepare a lot of the diet stuff. If you've already conceded I can't do it right now, why keep hammering it into me, especially when you KNOW that I am trying to do some dieting of my own.

And then she comes in to ask me if I'll take Alison to a dentist's appointment. Not so bad. I can do this. I don't mind doing it.
But then she turns around and asks me if I have arthritis in my knees yet, because "your weight might be affecting that."

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

They can be really amazing sometimes, but sometimes...sometimes....ARGH.