Nostalgia…ish

So, I don’t really feel like thinking about writing anything, so I’m going to do one of those NoJoMo challenges and today’s is to look back on my fourteenth entry, repost it, and then write my thoughts on it.  I’ll just post the link to it, here, and not actually post it ‘cause it’s pretty boring, but there it is if you wanna go for it.

I think it’s cool that it was a birthday entry.  I was nineteen!  Holy crap, I was such a baby.  I suppose in some people’s eyes I still am but I’m going to be twenty-three next month!  So, I’ve had this diary for a pretty long time and I’m also pretty freaking old.  I guess the only sucky thing is that not much has changed since that entry.  Most of it was about not wanting to eat a brownie ‘cause I was on a diet.  I think about it and if I would have just kept with the diet over all these years, I could be a thin hot stud by now instead of still fat and shy.  Perhaps I’d have a girlfriend or at least be more confident around the opposite sex, instead of a sniveling dork.

It just sucks that over these years, nothing has changed.  I’m still fat.  I’m still unhappy.  I still feel stuck.  Sure, I’ve graduated from community college and now I’m at an art school and I guess that’s great but I’m just so disillusioned.  I’m still single.  I’m still insecure.

Chelsea Lately is a pretty funny show.  It’s not that the jokes are funny.  Mostly, they are pretty lame.  It just tickles me how they crack themselves up.  Chelsea Handler can barely get through a joke without laughing at herself so hard those huge veins pop up on either side of her neck.  Gross.  But a little harmless, feel-good show is what ya need every once in a while.

By this time tomorrow, I’ll be home.