A New Week. A New Semester. A New Phone (!! :D). A New Darn Season (do you hear me summer?? feck off!)

I registered for a class for the Autumn semester today - Developmental Psychology. It wasn't the class I wanted, but since I'm a non-degree/post-baccalaureate or whatever I can't register early, so had to wait until today (2 days before the semester starts). I figure I've got 2 more days to keep checking back to try for Statistics or Abnormal Psych. 

I am not weighing myself today. After the abysmal weekend, I think I need a few days to get back down to what I was on Friday evening. Had turkey bacon for breakfast today (90). I need to get back on track by Thursday, when class starts. No carbs. No crap. AND NO BLOODY ICE CREAM.

I ordered a Palm Pre Plus off eBay last week. I feel like a little kid expecting a new toy. I want to take the lawn chair and camp out by the postbox like I used to when I was younger and I knew Mum had ordered something for me off a catalog. I want the Palm NOW so I can play with it!! I'm trying to distract myself by buying a skin for it. Gela Skins has so many awesome ones, Idk which one I want.  I kind of like this one because it's ridiculous:

 

There's a Van Gogh one with flowers that I also like. 

I miss my Vicodin. :*(    I'm trying to get myself pumped for the treadmill with coffee, but it's just not the same. So a word of advice to everyone: DO NOT get into the habit of exercising on painkillers. There is no worse torture than working out without them. Seriously. I've been sitting here for almost three hours DREADING getting on the treadmill. And I can only do 40 mins of power walking at the most without pharmaceutical aids. No jogging. And it's so BORING, running in place for 40 mins, with feckall to watch on the telly. 

At least I can use the clicker to change channels now. Before we got rid of the satellite, you had to set the upstairs TV on the channel you wanted in order to watch downstairs, 'cause they were hooked up to the same box or whatever. It's the same in my room - I CAN CHANGE THE CHANNEL NOW!! I'm so proud of myself; I'm getting so technologically advanced. Changing the channel on my TV, new phone with internet. 

I'm still not getting rid of the VCR. You will have to kill me first, and pry it from my cold, dead fingers. (You hear me, Mumsy!? I don't care if it's outdated!!)