Cue Epic Music.

I got a snow day today, which was incredibly exciting. But not as exciting as what happened when I woke up at 3:00 p.m.

My scale: 162.2
"Really?"
Parents' scale: 160.4
"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!?"

I've decided to go with my parents' scale for the most part now, because theirs was a more expensive, not bought on sale at TJ Maxx sort of thingy.
Plus it got me to my first goal weight. (Yeah, I'm not being to picky about the .4, I figure I can round down if it's below .5)

So, my plans for flirting have been postponed YET ANOTHER DAY. I'm starting to think I should just give up.
L showed up in my dream last night, which was oddly about figure skating. It was some big competition, and everyone was staying at some random hotel (this was actually a dream I had previously, with different specifics...I know. I'm weird like that). So anyway, L showed up, right before I woke up (pissed about waking up? Yes), and he had picked me up.
It was very exciting because I was clearly skinny and didn't weigh much.

Maybe it was some kind of sign that I'm actually going to be losing a ton of weight soon?
Hm.