The spider population in my bedroom seems to have skyrocketed. I keep seeing moths in here too, I have to remember to shut the window, UGH. The daddy long legs spiders still creep me out, but I actually don’t kill them on sight anymore. What upsets me immensely is when I’m trying to sleep and I see one on the bed. That’s when I move out onto the couch haha.
BlueNicola's Life List
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1. Recover from my eating disorder
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2. Keep a journal
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3. find at least one thing each day that makes me happy and record it everyday for a year
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4. drink more water
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5. Get over my fear of spiders
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6. Own a hedgehog.
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7. sit up straight
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8. clean my room
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9. write a novel
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10. be myself
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11. yell "Fire!" in a crowded theatre
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12. own a gecko
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13. Draw a mustache on a billboard
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14. Call somebody Gary Busey in an everyday situation
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15. make 1000 paper cranes
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16. Stop comparing myself to other people
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17. get my eyebrow pierced
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18. live in the woods
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19. Learn to fold notes
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How I did it: I got some veggie sushi a couple weeks ago at a fancy sushi bar. It was interesting to say the least. I finished the whole role (it had avocado, snow pea, and spinach). I even crave it sometimes, even though I don't like it that much. Perhaps if I eat it more I'll acquire the taste. Won't try traditional sushi though, I'm vegan. Read how I did it…
I fell back into anorexia about 5 months ago, and it’s gotten particularly bad. Everyone in my family can see how thin I’ve gotten and I don’t have an excuse anymore. I don’t want one, I just want it to go away and stop controlling my life. I’m tired of snapping at people, pulling out fistfuls of hair, recording every calorie out of habit, and running on the treadmill until I feel like passing out. Sometimes I can’t get up off of the floor or out of bed and my poor boyfriend has to pick me up. I hate what this has done to me and I long for the day when I am finally happy.
