Location:The TV room

Location: The TV room

What's on: Monday night smack down

I'm "watching wrestling" with a bunch of men. It's very annoying. This isn't the only room where I can write a blog post, but since Christine (my roommate) in our room, I don't want to bother her by typing. I also don't want to be asked "Emily? What are you doing?" two or three times. I guess that means I'm bothered by bothering her? Anyway.

I went to GED tonight. I dropped at 15 1/2. I never really liked school...or, I did, but I never liked actually learning there, and by the time I dropped out I didn't like any of it. So, anyway, I went to GED and got tutored by Art. He's a blast, but annoying at times. "Emily? What are you doing?" I guess I get annoyed by being asked really repetitive questions. Sheesh.

I also ate dinner at home. This is good, since I got a substantial meal before going to class. I also went to Curves with Mom, which was really fun. :-)

Why, hello there!

I'm actually not sure why I am starting a blog. I have a "brick and mortar" (Is that the right word?) journal--actually, I have several, and I have yet to finish any of them! I have also started several online diaries. I haven't kept them. Hmph.

Anyways. I am nineteen years old. I live in a residential care facility, and have for the last six months. I have several diagnoses--none of them matter all that much, and a few have actually been disproved.

I am vegetarian, and have been for the last decade. The facility where I am at has a lot trouble accommodating this diet because it isn't "medically necessary". I argue that it's medically necessary to get my protein, and my vitamin B12 from food sources. Whatever.

I go to day program on Tuesday and Thursday. I don't really like it.

I go to Curves. My mom has me on a family plan. I try to go on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I like going. I find exercise makes me happy. My mom is proud of me for going.

I supposed to be trying to lose weight. I'm not really trying that hard, though. Maybe I'll find it easier when I leave the residential care facility. Excuses, I know...