It's my 3rd day running laps on the 200m track: 3km (15 laps), and yet I still feel like a fatty. Shucks, I think I'm way too self-concious, but I don't think you should try to change me, because it ain't never gonna change.

On another note, I feel like I've wasted a day. I went to run at the gym, came back, talked to my friend about housing, and did completely nothing for the next few hours. It's weird. Normally, I just hop on to the homework boat but - Nope. Not today. It feels weird. Oh well, tomorrow I'll get back on track. I think I may have been physically and mentally exhausted by my Organic Chemistry Lab. Boy, do I hate those, but I'm glad I'm over with it. Another 2 weeks to go before my next one! Booyah.

Random Question: Can men and women who have already had sex be best friends after? Is that even possible, or is the title a way to gloze over the true nature of the relationship: the residual friends-with-benefits-because-we-couldn't-make-it-work-emotionally?

I wish I could submit that to Carrie Bradshaw.
I'm such a hater, but can I be blamed for the contempt I have for this asshole?