The gym was ok. Although I either didn't eat enough or strained myself, because I got a head ache afterwards and I was feeling a little light headed too. The next day my muscles weren't too sore. A few muscles in the chest area, but all the other ones were ok.

There were only a few other people around, so I didn't feel all that awkward or self-conscious. I still don't have all my sports clothes. I've bought shoes, but I couldn't find any "sporty" pants.

I'm starting to get depressed again. I keep putting studying for my TOEFL-test off. I haven't even registered for it yet. I've also been sitting on this girl's email address for weeks now. That girl from an old school I met in town in a store where she works now. I'm proud of the fact I asked her for it, but I can't seem to take the next step.

Going to the gym is great and all, but it makes me waaaay to self-conscious about my body. My face is slowly recovering from all the stress pimples, but still. I don't like how I look. When I look into the mirror I think: "Well I don't look very attractive, but it's sort of acceptable," but then I look at the pictures my dad took of me at the graduation thing and ... ugh. I look like a ... like a freak. Everything about my face is somehow ... wrong. Every part of it is just slightly in the wrong place.

My hair is so thin you can see the skin on my head, but I can't let it grow any longer, because in some areas it seems to grow faster than in others. My nose is huge and although my sense of smell is better than most, I wouldn't mind if it were a little smaller. My eyes are positioned slightly too deep and too high in their sockets. I constantly look like I'm about to fall asleep.

And the rest of my body. Ugh. It's without form, although I can hopefully work on that a little this summer. I can actually see myself going to the gym everyday for the rest of my summer. At least I'll have a good reason to get up at 9am-ish. There are very few people in the gym in the morning.

Ok. Done complaining now.