A couple of things have happened these past few weeks.

French class is going great. I'm understanding more and more of the language every session, and I am actually kinda able to carry a simple conversation. I'm able to write more than simple sentences, but the teacher gave me my first composition back without a score and a little note: "This is WAY TOO ADVANCED for what we have covered so far. We need to talk after class." So I talked to her, and dispelled any fears she had that I was cheating by explaining how I wrote the darned thing and translating it word by word for her, but she said I had to re-do it anyway, but simpler, because she didn't want me to be too far ahead of the rest of the class. Now, I don't know if I'm being selfish and idiotic, but I got really pissed. I mean, everyone should go at their own pace, and i have the advantage of having a romance language being my native tongue. *shrug* Whatever. I have another composition due in today, and I haven't written it yet. I'm just going to jerryrig something together and hope it doesn't exceed her low standards.

Things with the boy are going fine, but, as usual, I wonder about our relationship around PMSing time. I wonder if maybe he's taking me for granted because I've made myself too available to him. But then he goes and says something really weird and sweet like last night:

"You know, if I was crazy, and a painter, I'd cut my ear off and mail it to you. That's how much I love you. You don't have to worry though. I'm not crazy, and I'm definitely not a painter."

Now, I'm not exactly familiar with Van Gogh's biography, but I think he mailed his ear to a woman he was in love with. I think she was a prostitute, but I don't think Collins knows that, but it's the intention that counts, right? Am I absolutely nuts for thinking that was sweet, if a little disturbing?

Mom is coming to visit tomorrow. I rearranged what little furniture I have and the aparment looks better now. I also finally got around to putting my Rurouni Kenshin posters up. Now I just need some Febreeze to get the cigarette smell out. >.

I'm still slowly working on quitting smoking. I changed to a cheaper, nastier tasting brand, but it has no additives. So now I think I'm only addicted to the nicotine, and since it tastes so bad, I'm only smoking 4-5 cigarettes a day, as opposed to 12-14.

Been feeling absolutely disgusted with my weight, so yesterday a weird mood came over me, and I went to blockbuster and got me two excercise videos. 'Fat Burning Yoga' and this one video that has 3- ten minute mini-workouts, with weights. I got home, did the 45 min. yoga, and felt great afterwards. Today I'm as sore as if someone had beaten me with a stick, but I feel good about myself. Doing it again tonight. I'll do the other one as soon as I get me a pair of 5 or 8 lbs weights. Also, I decided to start sorta dieting. Cutting down to 1000 calories a day, but not being horribly strict about it. You know, if I get 300 more or less, it's fine. I just started that today, though, let's see how long it lasts. Also, going to STOP BUYING ramen and easy mac and hot pockets, which have constituted about 90% of my diet since I moved out, and moving on to healthier stuff. Which means I'll actually have to start cooking, but it's fine because I know how to and have never made anything I haven't been able to eat joyfully.

I haven't seen Mom since January 1st. I don't know how I feel about seeing her again. I mean, we've never gotten along too well. I guess I'm hoping that now that I'm off her back, she'll get off mine as well, and maybe we can start having a real relationship. Who knows, maybe we'll even start being friends. The last couple of times I've talked with her on the phone have been pleasant, and I think I'm pretty sure I'm actually looking forward to seeing her again. That makes me happy.