When the moon fell in love with the sun All was golden in the sky

Hi everyone. Sorry for my absence. I'll try to have it happen less often... Please note the word "try"...

So the week before I had break was horrible. I was up 3 nights in a row until 1 or two trying like mad to finish projects and essays. IT SUCKED, pure and simple. I had little sleep. I needed this break. A lot. Except for having to take friggin PSATS yesterday morning. At 8:30. Who functions well enough on a Saturday morning that early to take a test? SERIOUSLY!

And on a different note, I might be becoming a coxswain!( defined for you benefit...)

coxswain |ˈkäksən| noun the steersman of a ship's boat, lifeboat, racing boat, or other boat.

Which means having to drop a bit of weight. Some of my friends are not too happy about it, but because our races are done for the year, it'd be ok. I'd have at least 7 months to drop the weight...

So why do I still feel guilty about it when I know I can do it in a healthy way? Probably because I saw my friend this weekend, and she's had a bit of a replapse. I just don't want to end up like her, y'know? I don't ever like makling my friends worry... But because I try to slide by without them noticing, they worry more... I wonder if life conspires against me...

Like how I told my friends mom I was doing fine... And my friend muttered "liar" under her breath.... Sometimes I wonder if the people i care about most copnevrsely notice more when I'm bullshitting about how I'm actually doing. It's... interesting, to say the least.