Pink nail polish with glitter on them makes me feel like I’m thirteen again

Hehehehe. Just called Chris about a minute ago. He had to hang up right away because he was just about to get in the shower when I called…and he was totally naked. :O My first conversation with a naked guy! How awesome.

*Tries to erase the image of a naked Chris from my head*

I swear, if the three of us won’t be able to go out tomorrow, I will make sure we go out anyway. I’ve been stuck at home for the last two weeks and I’m getting tired of it. I really am not the kind of person who is contented with spending a nice, peaceful day reading in my room. While I do like that a lot, I zip through books really quickly and after a day I am out of something new to read. Besides, it’s a little too peaceful in my room. I need people. I need action. I need my friends.

Speaking of books, I found a practically brand-new copy of The Bridges of Madison County at a secondhand bookstore a few days ago. I was hesitant about buying it since the only thing I knew about that book was that it was made into a movie. There wasn’t even much of a synopsis at the back. Buying books at secondhand bookstores is like a gamble; you don’t know if the book you got is good or bad. But in this case, it was very good and I am soooo glad I bought it. I love The Bridges of madison County to pieces! It’s very romantic without the sappiness. And very sad as well. Maybe it was the PMS but the story was so sad I actually cried while I was reading it. Especially towards the end. And that’s unusual because although a number of things move me to tears, I have never read a story sad enough to make me cry.

Of course, I don’t want my love story to have a sad ending or any kind of ending at all. But when you’re reading a love story and it has a happy ending…it just doesn’t seem right at all.

Earlier this evening, I was flipping through my sister’s Seventeen (not the local one). And it was so amazing how the sixteen- and fifteen-year old girls in there look sooooo much older than me. And it’s not the makeup either…it’s just the way they look. Lately I’ve been wishing I had someone else’s body instead of mine. Not because I think I’m fat or anything (although that is one of the reasons), but because there are so many things that are wrong with it. Like my pockmarked, mosquito-bitten feet and my fat arms and my bad complexion. I know that Jason will still love me even if I gained a thousand pounds or if I lost my skin overnight. But I won’t. And that counts a lot. It sucks when the number one thing you really can’t stand is your body because you are stuck with it for life. And if you’ve got some scars or flaws that have been there for a long time, there’s really nothing much you can do about them except learn how to live with them. But that’s really so hard to do that when you keep thinking how unfair it is that you have to stay in this shell while other people get better ones.