School has started again, and I am so stressed. I still cannot believe that have had only a week's vacation between Maymester and Summer semester! Waking up at six is not fun. I'm taking four classes, from eight in the morning to seven forty-five in the evening. With only ten-minute breaks in between. What the fuck? The good thing is that I only have class two days a week, and today only have class from twelve to four.

Other than the rush of getting ready for school, nothing has changed. I'm almost done with cleaning my room. For the first time ever, my sister's side is messier. My father said he'll buy me a laptop if I keep it clean (yes, I realize how juvenile that sounds), and I really, really want a Mac. We'll see.

I've finally lost a little bit of weight. I'm at 221 lbs. right now, meaning I've only lost 7.5 lbs. since May 1st. I am definitely unhappy about that, but am proud that I have been maintaining around 221 lbs.

I have been throwing up pretty much every day I've been at school -- once a day, on average. However, last night I threw up my dinner. I had to be very sneaky because my sister was half-asleep on her bed, so I turned on some music and hid behind a box. It only took a few minutes, and I used several bags and a few sprays of Febreze and pushed it under my bed. I know it sounds disgusting -- it is -- but I just had to throw up. I'm not just saying that in a bulimic-denial way; I felt really, really nauseated.

Well, that's the story of my life, pathetic as it is. I'm about to go throw up some cold pizza and run to my bio lab.