Yesterday Josh and I went to Metrotown, because I love to go shopping there. However, it was a bit of a disappointment, because all of the stores were selling the same crap they were selling at Christmas. Still, I had a good time and bought myself a necklace that has dangly pink stones. I feel no need to justify my purchase, but if you want me to I can. I bought it because it was pretty and on sale and matched the outfit I was wearing. I fell asleep on the bus ride home, but that was good. I hardly had any sleep the previous night, for many reasons.

First of all, Josh came by to spend the night. He is the sweetest person I know. Nobody has ever cared for me like he does. He walked all the way from his house in the dark, and came into my room while I was sleeping, and cuddled with me until I woke up. I love him so much, when ever he holds me I feel as warm on the inside as I do on the outside.

After I woke up, we made popcorn and watched episodes of "Red Dwarf" on his laptop. By about midnight, my brother and his friend came into the house, making quite a ruckus. We were all wide awake and hungry, so we decided to wait for my mom to go to bed so we could leave to go to the store. John stole a set of keys from her purse, and off we went to Wendy's late night drive through. Only one problem there: No car, and apparently they aren't allowed to serve people at the drive through who aren't in a car. Stupid policy. Business is business, why turn people away? So we trooped off to the 24 hour Tim Hortons and gorged on doughnuts. John and his friend Cody decided that they were thirsty, so we schlepped our butts all the way across town to 7-11. Finally, when we got back home, I hoped for sleep. Josh passed out right away, and was snoring, so that kept me awake. Then my brother and his friend started watching porn and giggling. In a fit of frustration, I wandered the house looking for some sort of a sedative. Finally, I managed to fleetingly catch some sleep shortly after daybreak. Quite rudely, I was woken up at 9 by my Dad's speech therapist and nutritionist.

Seriously, my Dad gets to have the type of diet most people only dream of. He has very little body fat, so he's going on a high fat/high protein diet. I would just about kill for mashed potatoes made with cream and butter. Fattening foods are one of my greatest downfalls. I know that I could lose weight and never have pimples ever again if I would just give up the damned potato chips and ice cream, but sometimes food calls me. I figure that you only live once, you might as well enjoy a little ice cream now and again.

After reading Dad's diet syllabus, I decided to give into a craving and have a nice tall glass of whole milk for breakfast. However, being lactose intolerant and all, it wasn't a very good idea. (Owwwwwwwwww, stomach cramps!) I really miss being able to drink tons of real milk, soy just isn't cutting it anymore. Besides, I feel bad everytime Mom complains about the cost of soy (two litres of soy costs about the same as four litres of real milk). My Mom loves to complain, mostly about the high cost of keeping me at home, and my lack of initiative. This just makes me feel guilty, like I've been caught with my hand in the cookie jar stealing from her. If I were a computer, my guilt chip would be in overload.