Happy Jack

I was inspired (as per usual) by something that Traever said. Here it is: I never restrict my diet. Ever. I don't think that dieting is worth it. I think that if you want to be healthy than you should eat what you want to . . . in moderation. Also, there should be some exercise in there somewhere. But anyway, I'm fine with being chubby and I like ice cream too much to even care so there!

Anyhow, it was Easter. It was a wonderful weekend for obvious reasons, but my mom didn't give us our Easter baskets this year. That sounds incredibly selfish and childish, but my mom always gets us Cadbury chocolate eggs and the like and a gift card to Barnes and Noble or something and this year she gave us the gift card but we didn't get any candy!! I was shocked and horrified. She told me that she would buy me some Easter candy at some random and non-Easter time, but it's not at all the same. It was how I imagine it would be if I found out I was adopted. That's how weirded out I was.

"Happy Jack" is playing over and over again on my computer. It's not bad but I have to do something about this. So long.