Horrible Horrible Horrible

I watched "The Brave One" with Miranda last night. She came over and we watched a bootleg movie. Jodi Foster played this radio show host who was beaten and her fiance was killed. She recovered, bought a gun, and in the course of several events and circumstances, she kills criminals that cross her path. The movie was amazing, and the ending was perfect. It was by far the best movie I have seen in years. I was also surprised to learn that Jodi Foster is a lesbian. I can definitely see it, but never really thought too much about it. I heard she's also adopted a little girl. I love hearing about the personal lives of celebrities. I like having that insight and thinking of them as being actual people too. I mean, have you ever wondered what kind of music Nicole Kidman likes, or what Adam Sandler likes to do for fun?

I had two cups of Starbucks Sumatra roast coffee last night. I figured since I was going to be watching that movie, it would keep me on my toes. Needless to say, I couldn't sleep at eleven. I laid on my back, though I am normally a side sleeper, and passed out after a while. I slept very good last night. After watching the movie, I felt an emptiness inside. I felt really bad for Jodi Foster's character. But enough of that.

Yesterday was a horrible day. I feel like I've already recapped the story though. I went to BJ's to buy groceries with my mom and dad. I wore scrubs and a hoodie all day. I lounged around the house for a really long time. I only had three cigarettes. Yes, I did break down before I went to the bar and buy a pack the other night. I smoked the last one in that pack this morning before I walked into the office. I have a brand new pack in my glove box, but I am not going to touch it. I am going to tell myself that if I want one, I can have one in ten minutes. I also hear that it helps to never tell yourself that you've quit. Most people have better luck if they just tell themselves they can have one if they want one.

Today is another day. Another monotonous day. Same stuff, different day. Pilates at noon. My abs have just stopped aching from last week's class, and now I start back up all over again. I have lost five pounds in a week!

Miranda told me a hilarious story about being in a bar in Washington D.C. when her friend drug her into the restroom at least three times while she blew it up. She had it coming out of both ends. Miranda was horrified each time she was grabbed by the wrist and pulled back in for another round of vomiting and bowel movements. Miranda said that the hottest guy was waiting outside the restroom and her friend just pushed her way through pulling Miranda behind her screaming. The guy laughed. Miranda said she just stood as close to the door as she could, turning away from her friend and covering her nose.