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I got stung by a bee today and it REEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLYYYYYYY hurts, still. I may very well be a big baby, I don't know. Anyway, I am realizing that I am gaining weight again. It sucks. You know, when it comes to weight, it's not the number that counts, it's how you look (and if you can fit into your pants). It's the last thing that bothers me the most. I can't fit into pants; I am wearing pj pants and sweat pants all the time now. When I wear jeans I have to get used to not breathing for awhile. This week, I was reading that the average person gains 5 pounds in college, 5 when they get their first real job, etc. All big milestones mean weight gain. Besides college, I haven't even hit any big milestones and that milestone has caused me to gain approximately 20 pounds. So, what will happen when I hit the others? Darn it, I'll have to get a whole new wardrobe, only bigger. I've been a bit overindulgent with the food lately. I've been working on the farm , but not as much as I used to because I've been sick.

I set up my bed at my grandma's house today. I also arranged furniture and made my new room start looking like a room. There is no air upstairs (where I'll be staying) right now. It's really hot. There is a lot of work to be done to get the upstairs ready for me to live in, but it will be beautiful when it is done.

I am really starting to lose it, I think. A little (non family) human contact would be lovely. I need friends to talk to and listen to and just be around. This darn beesting hurts. I am not happy about it at all. I am going to church tomorrow. This is a good thing because I haven't gone to church for awhile.

Did I mention how much this stupid bee sting hurts?