Is it possible to have roid rage from a  little bit of prednisone? Cuz uh, I sorta feel like I want to kill everyone in my path. And then lock myself in my room. And then scream. And then eat a cream puff.

(It sort of started yesterday when one of the nurses told me that “technically” I’m in the obese range for my height. Even though my BMI was actually a 24. Which is not bad. Not great, but not bad. And the fact that even when I was 18 and so skinny that my hipbones poked out of my superslick hiphuggers, I weighed 145. Yea, I totally could be justifying… but I just don’t see 125 in my future. I’m pretty muscle-y. She suggested Alli. I may have suggested that I would rather be fat than shit myself constantly.)

Today, while me and Hannah were working not 6 feet away, some asshole came and stole our gas blower and weed whacker. Ugh!! Its my fault, I should have known better, but we’ve left things out everytime we’ve done the landscapes and no one has ever bothered us a bit. SIGH. People suck.

And now, I must study. I already have an exam coming up, Yikes! (Here is my synopsis of California History thus far. First, the Spanish came and fucked over the Native Americans. Then the Mexicans came and fucked over the Native Americans. Then the Americans came and fucked over the Native Americans. Thats about as far as we’ve gotten.)