i went to seattle with my parents, and we stayed at my mom's friend's house. they have dogs, and whenever i was eating the dogs would crowd around me and breath all over. all i could smell was their dog breath and then eating didn't seem very enjoyable anymore.

you want to lose weight? huh, you should buy a dog. no. really! between having the dog breath all over you while you are trying to eat and taking the dog on walks, you are sure to lose at least a billion and a half pounds. so much weight, in fact, that you will become a void, a black hole of matter.

back to reality. i am in a hotel, and they are playing smooth jazz; i fucking hate smooth jazz. really it's the worst. boring old people music. you think you're classy, don't you? smooth jazz is for losers.

we are going berry picking with my grandparents this afternoon, and then dinner at some people's house, and then sleep. tuesday, i get to go home. i can't wait to be home and hangout in my bed, and walk in the grave yard, and eat pasta for 4 meals a day. also, i'll catch up on npr listening, and ooohhhh! this american lifes! there are probably like three brand new ones! and my report card! and i'll cry because my grades won't be as perfect as i'd like them to be. it'll be fantastic, really. i can't wait.