It’s Tuesday, and I’m missing Kirksville. My mum stresses me beyond all reason, and my waterbed is no longer as comfortable as it used to be. My dorm bed has spoiled me, which is an odd statement to make. Usually, people complain about those things…
Meanwhile, I finally got a car–my step-dad’s old Explorer. It’s not much, but it will get me from point A to B, it has working heating, and the CD player is… well, there. It’s not the best, trust me, but I’m still pretty happy with it. The only downside was that it took a little time at the Licensing bureau to get all of the paper work ready. And after that, I just renewed my license. Ha Cha Cha–and it was a much better picture than last time.
Aside from my daily drivels, I’ve been cutting more and more meat out of my diet lately, and now I’m down to about one serving of meat per week. It’s much healthier for you to cut down on meat, which is why I’m doing it (none of that obsessive PETA crap). I’ll most likely be a vegetarian at the start of the new year. That will give me a lovely goal for 2010. I’m sure I’ll do fine keeping it up, especially with Aaron encouraging me; he’s already a vegetarian and often informs me that I might as well become one.
The cool thing with cutting down on meat, though, is that I’ve actually lost weight. I lost six pounds (which really isn’t all that much), but I did lose two inches around my waist and went down a full dress size. So, after getting home, I had to stop by the mall to get new jeans. Size eleven definitely feels nice. Plus, I actually treated myself to some Levi’s skinny jeans instead of Walmart’s sorry excuse for trousers. So, much to Rebecca’s liking, I now have fitting jeans.
Why would Rebecca care if I bought new jeans? Well, it wasn’t the new jeans part, but she’s been trying to get me to buy Levi’s for the past three months now. They’re good quality; I won’t deny that. It’s just that, when I had looked at the Levi’s store a year ago, they didn’t have any skinny jeans above a size nine, and nothing in talls. Being the five foot nine giant that I am, I was in serious need of thirteen talls. But, now, not only do they have all sizes in skinny jeans and in talls, but I could buy the elevens. Awesome time, seriously.
Anyway, time for dinner, even though it seems to early at 17.17; I like that time. My mum made spinach lasagne for me, which is nice. I’m honestly surprised that she has become receptive of my attempts at limiting meat. That, or she just feels bad that I had to eat a chicken sandwich yesterday and it upset my stomach since it was too much meat.
Either way, I’m happy. Let’s just wait and see how Thanksgiving goes, though. After all–it is the holiday that’s celebrated with turkey…