- I have been sleeping in the middle of my bed for the past few weeks. I have not slept in the middle of my bed in years because I either had a long-term boyfriend, or was obsessed with the idea of obtaining another boyfriend and as such, did not want to become acclimated to the middle of the bed.

- I like the middle of my bed.

- I have a lot of fucking work to do. I love my job, and I love what I'm doing, and I can't wait for the students to get here and see some of my work really pay off, but GOOD LORD. I am tired.

- Some of my pants don't fit very well anymore. I need to buy a scale and see exactly how much weight I've lost since I left Kansas City, but I'm guessing it's in the neighborhood of 8-10 pounds. Awesome.

- I am getting a lot of e-mails in response to my Match profile that Dawnie and I crafted one night over IM. It started out as a joke and I completed all of the fields with complete honesty, so it turned out to be Exactly What I Am Looking For Right Now. And I've gotten some hilarious responses. Also awesome.

- I am still very, very sad that I can't go to JournalCon this year, but I have faith that I will get some funny drunk dials and I can sort of relive it through everybody's updates when they get home.

- I am watching a marathon of Newlyweds and I am totally creeped out by how involved Jessica Simpson's father is in her life. He goes on vacation with her? The hell?

- I need a haircut. I absolutely dread finding new salons, so my super-cute hair is pretty shaggy and not-cute right now.

- Knowing that you are left out of something is one of the worst feelings in the world.

- I am drinking the last Diet Coke, which means I have to go shopping tonight.

- I got to see my parents and my cats this weekend. We ate Chinese food, we went out for ice cream, we went for a walk, and we had a very nice time.

- My dad is going to build me two bookshelves for my apartment. I am stoked because I will finally have a place for my books that is not the floor, the dresser, the hallway, or the kitchen.

- It has taken me three days to finish this shitty update. That's pretty pathetic.

- I love frozen pizza. I would rather have a DiGiorgno than a shitty Papa John's or Domino's pizza ANY day.

- I secretly love the Pepto-Bismol commercials where the people are in line for the copier, and they're in a conga line type of thing "upset stomach!" "something something" "DIARRHEA!" "Woo! Pepto Bismol!" It's grody, yet very funny.

- I totally hate people who "Woo!" for no good damn reason, like people who say "I woke up! Woo!" or "I am wearing my brown pants! Woo!" like anybody gives a shit about what they are "Woo!"-ing about. Shut up, incessant "Woo!"-ers. (Substitute "Woo!" for any kind of "squee" noise, and I'm just as irritated. Seriously, if you have to tell the whole internet about it and follow it with a "Woo!" or a "Squee!", you can pretty much affirm that NOBODY BUT YOU GIVES A SHIT.) PUNCHPUNCHPUNCH

- I think that T might have found my journal. I'm not positive about this, but we'll see. If so, hi T! I was a Diarist finalist for something that I wrote about you being a jag! Thanks a lot, ass!

- I miss my sister a lot. She's going to come and visit me in a few weeks, probably on the weekend of JournalCon so she can help me with move-in stuff.

- I really miss my cats. I actually had a minor meltdown a few days ago and seriously contemplated driving to my mom and dad's house just to see them because as co-dependent and creepy as it sounds, they really do make me feel better.

- I found a therapist who specializes in the kinds of issues I am dealing with, and I am going to start seeing her in a few weeks. (I'm not going to "Woo!" about it though, because that's fucking annoying.) I'm apprehensive, as this is my first experience with talk therapy, but I know I need it.

- I am going to try Weight Watchers Old-Fashioned Way (going to meetings) when classes start, and if I don't make much progress with that, I am going to order the WW At Home Kit and do everything online. I'm not sure which approach will be best for me, but I lost 30 pounds on WW at one time, and even though 20 of them crept back on (thanks, depression!) I am determined to lose them again, plus a lot more.

- I am going to take fitness classes – the brand-new student fitness/recreation center is a seven-minute walk from my apartment and has times in the pool that are for faculty/staff only. (Insert fucking annoying "SQUEE!" here, I guess.)

- I want some boots that will fit around my big calves. Does anybody know where I will be able to buy some? I would spend a lot of money on them because I've never been able to buy boots that fit my calves before, and it makes me very sad. And unfortunately, I do not expect my best friend Old Navy to come through with any knee-high leather boots in their new plus-size line.

- Would I even WEAR knee-high boots? I don't know. But I want the option of having them. I definitely want boots of some sort.

- I really fucking hate Craig Kilborn. PUNCHPUNCHPUNCH

- Does anyone have a good scale recommendation for me? My last scale was a giant piece of unreliable shit and it didn't make the move with me. I don't want to spend a lot of money, but I would like something that will last a few years and will be accurate.

- There is no Sonic in my new town. I miss the Bacon Cheeseburger so very badly, but seriously, I attribute a lot of my recent weight loss to not having one of those once a week.

- I am going to Ohio this fall, and it will fucking RULE. I hope I can convince a lot of other drunkards to meet me there. And by "drunkards," I mean "my favorite people whom I love a lot."

- I had a "date" last weekend with another new staff member on campus. It was…anti-climatic.

- I sent out an e-mail after that "date" with the subject line "sah mi jana drunkaard" that was three paragraphs of drunken rambling about wine. I have no filter when I'm drunk, apparently.