I once had a conversation with Zach that was something to the extent of, when girls look in the mirror, they think, "Oh my gosh, look at that blemish, look at how tired I look before putting on mascara, So-n-So is going to think my hair looks greasy," and for boys, they wake up and look in the mirror and think, "Man, I look good today. Every babe is gonna want me."

And I forgot about it til I was looking in the mirror just now, replaying something I read from a plastic surgeon who said he could tell you what side you usually sleep on by how your face looks. All of the sudden (while remember what side I do sleep on) my face looked smashed in on one side. Completely unsymmetrical and gory. And then I took a deep breath.

I think you can see whatever you want to when you look in the mirror.

After working out, I usually swear I can see where inches are melting away. This is positive reinforcement. Its hard to remember, but when I'm looking at someone I love, I can't see anything wrong--a single hair out of place-- and I hope the same thing of those who love me.

I've been having a lot of nightmares. Usually one or two every night, and wake up with my heart racing.
But in general, I am very happy. I think this year will definitely be better than the last, and I am looking forward to winter.
I can't wait for snow and warm coffee, and freezing night with heavy covers, but most of all, I can't wait for fall fashion. Hoodies, jeans, gorgeous jackets, and boots. I think about it every time I put on a pair of shorts. I am counting down the days.