We’d like to welcome Jeffrey to the family.

As of today, I am the proud adoptive parent of a hacky sack. His name is Jeffrey, as you may have guessed, and Kasia found him abandoned this morning, so we adopted him. He’s rather cute. And very versatile.

He can make a normal face.

And then sometimes he gets cranky.

But then you pat him on the head, and he feels better…

He has a bed too. It’s rather sweet. I think Meg thinks we’re a little crazy, making a bed for a hacky sack. She’s probably not alone either. But he is kinda cute for a hacky sack.

I still don’t have my iPod back, ladies and gents. Tragic, I know. I’m really starting to think that I won’t get it back. I have suspicions about someone, but I will not voice them, as I’m probably wrong, and it would be embarrassing to be wrong. So I will not say anything. It’s probably his iPod anyway. I’m just paranoid : )

Maddie informed us at lunch that she had sorted us into groups; one for those with unrequited love, and the other for those with unrequited love directed to them. Apparently I’m in the second group. I’m pretty sure I don’t properly fit there though. Pretty sure he’s just a bit loopy.

I think I’m out of inspiration. Everything is getting a bit monotenous. School. Moments of fun, with classes being particularly dreary inbetween. Home, bumming around, getting on the computer, getting to bed late, repeat again tomorrow. Wednesdays are a bit of a break, waiting for the bus to iceskating is almost as amusing as iceskating. Then the weekend doesn’t even feel like a break, just like a boring afternoon.

I’m really complaining too much, but I can’t help it. I can’t wait til September.

Also. Obesity is the thing that frightens me most in the world. Like, one day, I’ll just wake up and realise I’m really fat, and it’s dangerous. I may sound melodramatic, but that must be what happens, right? Like you could watch yourself getting that fat, and just do nothing. I’m not talking just a little fat guys, I’m thinking so overweight you can’t even walk without help.

That’s a scary thought.

Supersize Me is getting to me, I think.

I have nothing else to write. Get better soon life, wake up to yourself.