Special Saturday Update

Special update on Saturday because I have a 5x death penalty because people are fucking idiots and don't understand the concept of healing and Lilith "I have 10 million HP" Asperax or whatever the fuck takes 15 minutes to kill, so it's like a huge battle of attrition that we're going to lose every single time because HEALERS NEED TO HEAL MORE.
So here we go special Saturday update.

I started a Facebook profile (Jocelyn Perea), but it basically just points people here, since I don't really have time to maintain more than one online presence, and this one is already well established. So since y'all are already here, the Facebook probably won't mean much. ;p

English has functioned perfectly well for one and a half millennia without a second person plural pronoun. Suddenly you Southerners decide that isn't good enough and single-handedly invent the dumbest fuck word I've ever heard since "synergy".

My surgery is this Thursday, and she'll be here during my recovery to look after the boys. I'm kinda looking forward to a "break from motherhood", the last six months I've constantly had at least Ryan, usually both boys, with me, often while trying to keep my business running, and it's running me ragged.

So desperate to get away from raising your own progeny that you'd rather have surgery than raise them?
Awesome.
Then there's a really long post about what shit was like in 1908 and CAN YOU ONLY IMAGINE HOW AWESOME WE'LL BE IN ANOTHER 100 YEARS? Which I guess is a fun post, but it's an unrealistic expectation. Technology will (and already has) slowed down, so I'd be willing to gamble the differences between 1908 and 2008 will be greater than 2008 and 2108.

Or a little over 10 years ago, I remember thinking it was so amazing when my family got a PC in 1995. We has our own computer, in our house!

And those were good times. I remember getting the Wishbone Adventure game of the Odyssey.
Shit was, as they say, so cash.

So, my surgery is scheduled for Thursday, September 25. I'm a little nervous about it, not sure why.

I know I'm always a little discomforted knowing the root of the word "surgery". It's from the Greek Cheirourgos, meaning "doing by hand". Not "healing sick people" or "fixing the broken", "doing by hand" like you're some kind of cross stitch. Keep that in mind. Incidentally in the dark ages they were called "chirurgeons" which I think sounds a lot better than surgeon.
I'd really like to know what kind of surgery she's having, though. Something cosmetic? Major?

*EDIT* I almost forgot the other major thing going on with me. I have to have gall bladder surgery in the not too distant future.

Ah. I think that typically shortens your lifespan by a good 5-10 years. The gall bladder isn't useless, though you can live perfectly (albeit shorter) happily without it.
Then one of those HIT SHUFFLE ON YOUR iPOD AND ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS BASED ON WHAT'S PLAYING.
Goddamn I hate those.
So she failed her bookkeeping test (they test people on everything, don't they?) and she blamed her failure on, get this, the fact that she's already a bookkeeper.
This means one of two things. Either she's the worst bookkeeper ever, or as I always suspected, tests mean dick.

My little piglet (he was born in the year of the Boar).

Boars are wild pigs, yes that's true.
Now there's a long article about the ACTE law which lets the government seize any digital device to examine for... Whatever it is they're looking for. Child porn? A Microsoft document cleverly titled "DEATH TO THE INFIDEL AMERICANS!"? Who knows. Who cares. Then she goes on and on about limiting the personal information you have on your computer and shit.
Look anything important that I don't want anyone else knowing I do the old fashioned spy way. I memorize it then destroy anything pertaining to it. I'm sure the government isn't overly concerned about your iPod playlist or your fucking blog that contains mostly cat pictures anyway.

Last week I purchased a burger at Burger King for $1.58. The counter girl took my $2 and I was digging for my change when I pulled 8 cents from my pocket and gave it to her. She stood there, holding the nickel and 3 pennies, while looking at the screen on her register. I sensed her discomfort and tried to tell her to just give me two quarters, but she stood there until the manager came over to help. While he tried to explain the transaction to her, she stood there and almost cried. Why do I tell you this? Because of the evolution in teaching math since the 1950s

You updated later saying you just had your 30th birthday, which by my calculations means you were born in 1978. What do you know about education in the 50s, again, exactly?
All right I'm done because then she starts repeating herself over and over with boring work shit no one cares about.
Hopefully WAR straightened itself out by now.

Oh boy.

What's astrology? Well, it's the belief that the movement of the constellations can somehow predict the future, or determine gross personality types.
In reality this is bullshit, but very much like Tarot there is at least some commentary on the human condition underneath the mysticism tacked on later by hustlers to confuse young people and stupids.
Today's blog, besides being named one of the dumbest fuck things I've ever heard. Tell the truth, but tell it slant?
Tell the slanted truth. Isn't that lying? So a better quote would be "lie constantly" which is life advice for everyone.

Two signs which naturally attract and complement each other. Tactful Libra tones down the Ram's fury, and redirects his or her individualism towards a partnership whose logical conclusion is the marriage which matters so much to Libra. The Libran harvests the Ram's vigor, but is sometimes rebuffed by blunt language. Aries must be careful to give Libra time to express him or herself. Otherwise, the magnetism which attracts them may turn into mutual repulsion.

(The ram's fury? Dang.)

So what'd we learn? Apparently Aries is a goddamn asshole.
What is the libra? It's the scales of justice.
What do the ram and the scales of justice have in common?
WHO CARES NONE OF THIS MEANS ANYTHING.
If you think balls of burning gas and debris in space arranged in arbitrary patterns based on the vantage point of Earth, you might as well throw sticks on the ground and let those divine what you should do with yourself.
Jesus Christ people, think for yourselves for once.

Cool, huh? That John Donne was a smart guy. I wish I could write clever poetry like him.

Funny, whenever I read John Donne the first thing that never came to my mind was "clever" but whatever. I really don't get poetry.
Pictures from her sister's wedding.
I hate looking at this shit. It makes me feel like a stalker, and I didn't even do anything. I just clicked on her stupid blog and started writing about it. Who are these people and why are they all over the internet?

I'm a whimsical, artsy sort of person who can find special meaning in the second comma inserted in a sentence--the wedding photographs should reflect that!

"second comma inserted in a sentence". What does that mean? Is the comma supposed to be there? I remember a grammar lesson as a kid where you had to move a comma to change the meaning of a sentence, is it like that? Do you move the comma in "Lightning struck, Billy Joe jumped" and suddenly lightning struck Billy? Is that the kind of shit we're talking about or are you just a twat?
I guess my confusion stems from the fact she seems to think this is a unique, special, or otherwise creative ability, when in reality it just shows a grasp of English.
I hate to break it to you, but you're really not a special snowflake.

About ten minutes ago, I got an e-mail from my summer class professor, telling me that I wasn't officially registered for his class. I was, in fact, registered for a class in the first summer session, he told me. After reading his e-mail several things flashed through my mind: the long hours, the workload, the early mornings reading, the late nights driving home and everything else, too. So, he was telling me that on the first day of class, the day when I wasn't on the class roster, the day when the he said "he'd look into it,"--YEAH THAT DAY, DOUCHEBAG--he actually sat back on his ass and twiddled his thumbs.

I've been through much of college. I'm familiar with the registration process. Never in my time at college have I confused semesters. I've done other dumb shit like register two classes for the same time (amazing they let you do that) but I never signed up for a class I intended to take in Spring in the Fall.
What I do know is this: if your name isn't called on the first day, alarm bells should go off. That isn't the time to sit back and let the teacher "look into it," and you certainly shouldn't blame someone else for your own foolish mistake.
I guess this reinforces my "you're not a special snowflake" statement, but he doesn't really care if you attend or not. He gets paid either way, so whether or not you did what you were supposed to do is really not his problem.
This isn't a "tough shit kid, no one cares" lesson, though. It's just the way it is.
Next entry is entitled this:

i'm covered in bees

That should be the title of your blog. If mine wasn't "Edie Finds a Corpse" I fucking guarantee it'd be "I'M COVERED IN BEES" then the tagline would be "just kidding. They're hornets, actually." That'd be awesome.
She got a tattoo. Right in the tramp stamp region, too.

"Wise poets that wrapp'd
Truth in tales,
Knew her themselves,
through all her veils."

Wow. Thomas Carew, I think. I'm sure you'd show that to whoever it is at the fucking club and impress them with your fresh book-read intellect, but I'm not fucking impressed.
If I recall correctly that poem was about his girlfriend (or wife, whatever) being a total cunt and he was telling her what's going down if she keeps that shit up.
Yeah really what you should have tattooed onto your back.

Those lines pretty much summarize my feelings on literature, my career and writing in general. I think it'd be cool to get those two lines tattooed in a pretty, flow-y sort of script just below the inside of my left ankle. I'd love to get it tattooed on the inside of my right wrist--appropriate for a right-handed English major, right?--, but I'm worried about it being too showy.

You totally missed the point of that poem.
Jesus Christ English 211 here, adjust your face before it's rocked off:
she was (apparently) made famous by his gr8 (yeah that's right, great with an eight) poems about her, and she got all uppity about her new fame, and he was just reminding her that really her depiction in his poems was just "truth in tales", meaning she wasn't really that fabulous. As I recall I think he calls her something like "common beauty" or something to that effect, meaning yes, she is beautiful, but she isn't some sort of rare pedigree.
Also I'm not an expert on goddamn Cavalier poets so I might be completely wrong about this.
I seriously doubt it, but sure.
AH SON OF A FUCK she copied the poem into her blog now I don't look so smart because I recalled all this shit from memory.
Well let's see if I was right.
Yeah I was.
Also it was addressed to "Celia". This may have been his chick who knows, but usually when someone has an allusion to mythology for a name, the meaning of the name is important.
My brain is a regular Rolodex of useless knowledge, so I happen to know "Celia" comes from "Cecilia" which means "blind". Saint Cecilia, by the by, was the saint of the blind.
SO I THINK THAT MAY BE AN INDICATION FOR YOU.
Fuck for all I know she may know all this in which case this is review time, but it seems to me this isn't the kind of thing you'd want on your back in permanent ink forever until the day you die.
Christ not this shit again.

I'm making up a MEME right now.

What is a meme? Not a word in most peoples' daily vocabulary I should think.
It's an idea or behavior that spreads from one person to another. The smiley face is a perfect example of this.
It's not something you "make" and say "LOL MEME NOW."
Many websites where users may post in an anonymous or near anonymous manner use this to promote uniformity in thought and the appearance of a cohesive mass.
Indeed there is an entire field of study devoted to this (people will make a job of anything) called memetology, and memes are often compared to viruses in the way they spread.
So I guess that's it unless you enjoy hearing about her wedding plans, in which case I think you're in the wrong place and would be better suited going here.

Apparently this is a common thing and I just missed it

Or maybe I'm just crazy lucky (subjectively of course) when it comes to finding these fucking things.
How many anorexia-based blogs are there? I would have said one, and I have already found it, but apparently they're common enough to find two different ones completely by chance.

so i havent posted ina couple days
ive been really busy
im in charge of parts of our sorority recruitment
so ive been bustin ass
my sorority sisters and i we did a circle of trust
where we tell everyone something difficult
and it brings us all closer
4 girls admitted to eating disorders
i wasnt shocked that they had EDs
i was shocked however that they admitted it
im not about to say a word to anyone
sorry

Err, except to the internet, which isn't nearly as anonymous as you'd believe.
Also I'd like to mention that most of these girls aren't grotesquely thin. Most hang around the low to mid 120s. Apparently any thought given to weight loss is now "anorexic". I'd believe it, too, looking around campus today. Good Christ, people. You can skip a meal once. It won't hurt you.

girls,

I don't know... if it's better to eat an apple, or white bio yoghurt with dried raisins???
And, do you have any experiences with fruit and vegetable juices? we bought new sapper- so I wanna know, which juice is the best for getting thinner- cause... that's realy my only one interrest :)

You can have both. Both, I'd say, would constitute a nice, light breakfast. Then some sort of juice.
Then someone responds with this:

yepp, apple. almost always rule fruit over anything else. and for fruit/veggie juices? V8 juice is awesome!

V8 juice. Everyone familiar with that fine product?

Ok thanks, :))) what it's in the weight juice? can I make it, or I have to buy it...?

By "weight juice" I assume she means the V8. WHAT FUCKING PLANET DO YOU LIVE ON WHERE YOU ARE UNAWARE OF V-FUCKING-8? I SEE ADS ON TV, ADS IN NEWSPAPERS, THEN I CONSTANTLY SEE IT IN THE STORE.
Initially I thought "well maybe she doesn't live in an industrialized nation" but then I said "IF SHE FUCKING DIDN'T SHE'D BE WORRIED ABOUT MORE IMPORTANT THINGS." Then I got angry at myself for permitting twattery in any form, no matter how small.
By the way, just so everyone knows nothing escapes my wit, the obvious answer is "because she has her head so far up her ass she can't see anything else."
I like this one more because instead of just calorie counting it also has really girly, emo poetry.
This poem in particular is hilarious because it expresses contradictory thoughts and emotions, often back to back.

ive always been the fat girl.
ive always been the one in the background that no one notices
ive been the one blocking all the skinny people

So you were in the back and no one noticed you, but you also blocked all the skinny people?
So let me set up a situation where this event could exist. It's the beautiful, popular skinny girls, then ugly fat you, and you have your back to the wall, but then hiding inside the wall is ninjas or assassins or some shit.

ive never had thoughts of Ana/Mia cause i was so fucking greedy
ive never been noticed
i was scared to use a scale
i couldnt bare looking at myself in the mirror
ive always been told to stop eating
ive never came near perfect.

So you weren't anorexic because you were greedy?
I, because I'm an awesome space marine and shit, would argue they're BOTH greedy. One is gluttony, the other one IS ALSO FUCKING GLUTTONY. EVER HEARD OF A "GLUTTON FOR PAIN"? I'm going to be brutally honest here (as opposed to how I usually am) and say this: no one cares if you have the cupcake or not.
No one does.
Seriously. Eat it or don't. Believe me, I have you set up in such a lose-lose situation I get to make fun of you regardless, so whatever.

im losing weight.
so how come im in the spotlight?
how come i cant stop weighing myself?
how come i spend countless hours infront of the mirror?
how come i cant stop pinching all the fat on my body?
how come i cant stop shoving all those pills down my throat?
how come i cant stop purging after anything touches my lips?
how come im always noticed?
how come i cant bare the site of food?
how come people are forcing me to eat?
so how come they claim im good just the way i am?

Because you're a shallow cunt? I don't know. Will this be on the test?
Also, unless someone is actually shoving food into your fat face or holding a gun to your head and making you eat no one is forcing you to do anything.
Now this poem takes an odd and unexpected left turn and becomes a love poem.

my feelings are getting stronger.
i cant live without you
everytime i wake up, you're on my mind
im addicted to you & i dont want it to stop
everywhere i go, you are with me
you make me happy & you make me afraid
you let me live in the moment like its my last day alive
you are part of me, always

Nice. Definitely not cliched or trite or any other mean word I can think of.
... Huh. This blog ALSO does that thing where the background is white and the food is white so you have to highlight to read it.
... Is this the same blog?

i just got back from running errands, and my mom finally got my a scale. but it wasn't that easy to get there. she kept questioning me in the store, telling me i don't need to worry about my weight and how i don't need one. i just kept telling her i do, so finally she gave in. today has been alright with the eating. i've been picking a lot, but even that adds up. this morning i had an apple and like 5 crackers. then i had lots of diet coke. then my sister was having some baked doritos so of course i had some of those. not to many though. then i packed my mom and my sister a sandwich and told them i would eat when i got home since the only thing i could have would be a PB and J...

Instead of thinking about food and weight and yourself constantly, you should read a book. A grammar book ideally, but we'll start small.
Every time you have obsessive weight or "me" thoughts, channel them into the acquisition of knowledge. They'll be calling you a savant (and not the idiot persuasion this time!) in no time.

Hey everyone...I am posting all my stats and everything (like my cal intake) on my journal so you can check it out there.

Thanks I've been wondering.
In fact I'm going to do what no one else here has done. I'm actually going to look at her stats.
Hopefully it's like Pokemon and she'll have a high attack stat or something, so then I can say "she'd make a good sweeper."

Ok, so it's 1:16 pm here in Jersey and I officially haven't eaten anything which is good. Basically, I just woke up which is why I haven't eaten but that's an awesome thing because when I first wake up I can never eat. BUT THEN i walk out into my kitchen and there is a HUGE bowl of pasta with awesome sauce sitting on my stove. I wanted it so bad but then I just turned out of the kitchen and walked away. Which is pretty cool I guess.

Maybe it's because I'm a huge nerd but anything qualified with "pretty cool" usually starts with "my chaplain just totally destroyed that carnifex holy shit."

so i am addicted to working out. Which would be ideal, however i am addicted to food in many ways as well. It has a strong power over me.
ugh. I also love the feeling of being pure. Just me. No food.

Yeah food has a strange power over me as well. If I don't eat it I'll die.
Also you're never "just you" because there are colonies of bacteria living in your stomach and bowels that exist in symbiosis with your body (look up that word I'm not here to teach you goddamn) so enjoy thinking you're filled with white light and cupcakes or whatever it is girls think. Meanwhile I know the truth.

I wanna cry. I have been working so hard to get down below 115 and i finaly did it, then i lost it because my roomie had a birthday dinner yesterday at Hooters and i had 10 wings. I ate way to much.. Now i cant get down again. ahhh i want to cry right now. I ran 4 miles this after noon and got on the scale a few min ago and gained 3 lbs. What the crap. How did i fing gain i was sweating like a pig how did i gain. ahhh i dont want to eat for weeks.. someone tell me some good excersises that will burn a ton of cals...

Her location is listed as "her cell without walls" aww, poor little anorexic girl. Her life finally had purpose when she was under 115 pounds.
Wait what is this music?
WHY CAN'T I TURN IT OFF?
THIS ISN'T ANYTHING I LISTEN TO
WHO IS THIS WHINY FAGGOT SCREAMING AT ME?
You cunts. THIS IS YOUR DOING.
If you think this will scare me off...

as some of you know from my previous post today i'm sick
i can't take two bites of anything without my insides feeling like a hand is in there grabbing and twisting them. ugh. it's good and bad i guess
but what does my darling best friend think is a good idea for a person with the flu? let's go out to eat... to denny's. Seriously?

Yeah. Surprisingly, the world doesn't revolve around you, so if you don't feel like eating out, that doesn't mean no one does.

what he doesn't realize is that it's ana and i don't want to eat. he continued and said "i know you don't have an eating disorder but i think you are at a higher risk. so just be careful" i honestly just wanted to cry. I wanted to tell him everything, but I'm not ready. But the fact is, he gets it. When I am ready, he'll be listening and not angry like everyone else in my life would be. He won't think I'm weak.

That's okay I think you're weak. Pathetic, too.

ok so i binged at lunch and had a bagel, like 15 crackers with dip and like 7 cookies. i wanted to purge soooo badly but i'm trying to stop bc its like really super bad for you.

If I were to teach a speech class, and someone asked me "what should I avoid doing?" I'd say "pretty much this."

So I am sure this world HATES me.

If the world did hate you, the best thing it could do is ignore you. You couldn't fucking take it.

I watched the Degrassi episodes where Emma is anorexic and it is like so easy for her to go into recovery and that bugs me.

That's because Emma's a character on a TV show you dumb whore.
Goddamn this screaming music is really getting to me.
All right that's it. It goes on and on and on but I can only take so many "EVERYONE HATES ME CAN'T EAT OM NOM NOM NOM I PUKED IT BACK UP" entries.
This is the last entry about anorexia I'm making. This is bullshit.

Wackies

If you're around my age you probably remember all the Lifetime movies you had to watch in high school health class (because they'd be goddamned if an entire day would pass without a movie) about anorexia. The one my class had to watch starred an aging Wonder Woman and some bimbo. I have a sneaking suspicion there's an entire closet filled with similar-but-slightly-different movies.
While Wonder Woman went on to voice all of the women in Morrowind and Oblivion (fine video games, a bit of an acquired taste) and the bimbo went of to do... Whatever it is she did, time moved on.
I think Lifetime should revisit the anorexia theme, though. It would be an easy story. Newly-divorced mother takes daughter to new town (San Francisco, that way you wouldn't have to pay extra for not filming on location) and she has trouble adjusting until she finds a website just like this.
You mean she can be thin and beautiful? THEN SHE'D BE THE MOST POPULAR GIRL IN SCHOOL AND THAT HUNK OF A STAR QUARTERBACK WILL ASK HER TO THE PROM AND NOT THAT SKANK DEBBY!
Seriously this website reads like every Lifetime movie watchers' nightmare. Apparently these girls, when they're told that perhaps taking in large quantities of food then sticking a feather down their throat and purging it all back up might not be the healthiest decision ever take to the internet to share their woes.
Also purging secrets.
A recurring theme here is beautiful women as their avatars. I guess if you purge enough you, too, can look like Audrey Hepburn. Not likely, but hey whatever.
So here we go:
on another note...

intake:
jello = 10
Yogurt =25
Chocolate = 35
SOFTICECREAM=300
OTHer shit = 50
Broth =10


=430

outtake =
6k biking = -200

total = 230.
meh.
i was gonna binge cuz of my hair
but then the scale said 141
so i was grateful.

141? You're doing it wrong.

I'm sorry I'm posting so much. I was just wondering how everyone else's parents react to their eating habits. My mom is so proud that I've lost so much weight and recently she seems to be looking disappointed whenever she sees me eating. It could just be all in my mind but I feel like she wants me to be even thinner. My step-dad gets upset when I don't eat but my mom always defends me. Does anyone else have similar parents or are mine weird?

You're projecting. You personally are disappointed in your weight, but since the world MUST REVOLVE AROUND YOU you project that onto your poor mother.

One more thing. I generally don't let myself have more than 300 calories on a normal day. Sometimes I let myself have 500 but not usually. I've read that only eating that much can actually stop weight loss. Is that true? How much do you guys usually take in? I don't think I could eat more than 500 calories without slipping into a binge or making myself sick (like just sick, not purging) but I just want to know the facts about it.

Well, you see, when you're starving to death your body converts anything it gets into fat to prevent, uhh what was it... Oh that's right. Death.

Every now and then I try to be normal. I try to forget my E.D. and just eat like everyone else. As soon as the food reaches my stomach I feel sick. I had my first real meal in weeks a few hours ago and now I'm so bloated that I look 4 months pregnant. It hurts so badly. I never want to eat again, it's just not for me. I want to be clean and simple and thin. I can't stand this. I hate the way I think and act and am. I'm trying so hard to be positive. I'm trying not to take laxatives but I feel like I need them. Tomorrow I'm starting a 3 day fast. I'm not weighing myself until I'm done.

Yeah damn the eating elite.
Also the reason that happened is because your gut flora and fauna are so fucked up from the flood of laxatives and purging your body doesn't know what the fuck. It should go without saying but only eating 200 calories a day and not even letting those digest properly isn't healthy.
Also I like the line "I never want to eat again, it's just not for me." Like it's a hobby or something. WELL I TRIED THAT KICK BOXING CLASS, BUT IT WASN'T FOR ME.
One thing that my blog layout may render not-obvious is the color choice of this blog. It's a white background and all food is in white, making it appear as if it's invisible. You have to highlight to see the food.
I guess they're trying to make the food "go away" because they don't want to eat it. Or eating isn't for them.
Whatever.
One thing I've noticed is while most people might plan their day around some sort of events or set of events, like going to school or work, these stable ladies plan their days exclusively around food.
Even normally enjoyable events are often overshadowed by food, like this one girl who mentions in passing going to her boyfriend's house. What she focused on was not what should have been an enjoyable (albeit boring for me thanks for not droning on about it) event, but instead the fact that she had to eat pizza.
Maybe that's why they have to binge. They're like Pacman: any food they encounter THEY MUST EAT.
Next is a multicolor resolve to not eat all day.
Which isn't hard. Shit I could do that standing on my head.

i really really hope i can do it!! i have the willpower to control it, but i am going out tonight and tomorrow night so i hope nobody forces me to eat.

To me, "willpower" would be the power to control these obsessive thoughts plaguing every waking minute of your day, but maybe that's why I'm not crazy.

I met this guy and he's super hot and I'm totally into him, but he's so skinny! Honestly. I weigh 123 and he weighs 130.

Apparently, she wants to "get" skinny for him. Which, honestly, depending on her height she could stand to lose a couple pounds.
What? It might be true.

I fast and only eat low amounts of calories. My legs are HUGE and MUSCULAR because of soccer.

Anyway, I wanna be skinny for him (please don't tell me it's wrong I just wanna do it)

DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS?

Ha, ha, ha you have fat legs. EASY ON THE CUPCAKES.
Sorry. Isn't that good therapy for anorexics? Give them conflicting signals about their weight constantly?
YOU'RE SO SKINNY! EAT SOMETHING!
WHOA EASY THERE, MOBY!
I'm pioneering a new form of therapy.

i won't let this get me down,
i will be beautiful.

Time to root yourself in reality. Even if you waste away to nothing it still wouldn't make the unfortunate structure of your face better.
OHHHHH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT.
Me: 1
girls with no self esteem: 0
They just got DESTROYED.

Quickest way to loose 20 pounds in less than 2 month possiblee right?? how?

Take an English class.
What? It's not like you'd know. It's true. Trust me.

Today has been okay so far, but I can never tell how it will end. I tried to stay in bed as long as possible so it's about 1:30PM now and I've only had water.

So you don't eat, and to ignore the hunger pains, or to avoid trying to eat or whatever you stay in bed forever.
Seeeeeeeeeeeeems healthy.

I'm suddenly worried my mom might say she thinks I have an eating disorder. I don't know why I'm suddenly worried about it since I never was before, but I'm really, really nervous now.

Because it's the truth?
Well this is shocking. A MAN, ON THE ANOREXIA BOARD? Every 1 in 1000 cases of breast cancer affect men, so I'm sure it happens here as well.

I don't lose weight so I get people's attention.

You're lying. You're just upset everyone isn't showering you with praise.

I do it to make myself feel happy and accomplished.

What a pointless accomplishment. So you wasted away to nothing. What did that gain you? With all that wasted effort and torment you could actually have something to show for it by now.
Let's say it isn't even the most useful skill you put it towards. Let's compare it to something I do, for sake of fairness: let's say you put the same amount of effort into painting these little Warhammer figures.
I BET YOU'D BE BETTER THAN ME BY NOW. YOU COULD HAVE TROPHIES TO SHOW FOR IT.

not excited to start college?

The only thing I like about school is that I don't have time to eat.

Maybe you're taking harder classes than I, or maybe your schedule is filled with enriching activities (doubt it) while I spend my evenings saying mean things about strangers on the internet, but I have never been so busy with college that I had no time to eat.
Even at my absolute busiest with college, and that involved a math class, calculus no less, I still ate at least twice a day.

stiiiill hungey, 2 hours ti i lveave for work, 9 til bed, 6 til the gir goes to bed,i can just lay onthe couch with headphone on after she goes to bed, i will stay strong,beenon edge for 4 hours

I bet I could roll my face around the keyboard and come up with more coherent sentences than this.
To prove this wasn't just an off post either, here's one of her comments:

my calroie counter ,com, its amazing, u can put ur nimimun daily intake as low as you want!!

"nimimun"? What are you, two? I bet even I didn't bungle words that hard when I was a toddler.
Seriously with all this wasted thought on food you could have at least been coherent at English by now.

My roommate, Ana moved in today. She's so petite. And she's got great collarbones.

Hmm maybe I have odd taste in women, but one thing I certainly wouldn't think to look for is "great collarbones". Unless I turn into a vampire or something, then that is relatively close to the neck so that may be a pleasing feature.
All right that's all I have. It goes back and back forever, but it's starting to repeat itself a lot so whatever.