I just finished getting all the pieces of glass out of my room. Had a little...fit and broke everything. I feel really sad about it because a lot of my stuff is like broken and it's my fault for doing that. I guess when you feel like something is out of your control you just want to create massive chaos around you to feel...more in control? I know it doesn't make sense, but yeah.

I feel guilty because all I've had today was a meal at the Olive Garden (which was enough, believe me) but at the same time it's not. I feel myself slipping back into unhealthy stuff which is why I can't wait to get out of this place for the weekend to New Orleans and be surrounded by beautiful, talented people at the tribal belly dance workshop. It really is going to be a once in a lifetime oppurunity to see Fat Chance Bellydance perform. I mean, I've always idolized my teacher, Ilea, and she is all bubbly and giddy thinking about getting to meet them so you can imagine how good they are.

My friends put up with way too much from me, I just wanted to get that one out there.

I think I need a good slap in the face right now, and then a hug.