I fell on a healthy... Ouch?

So... I've been home for 8 days... and, I haven't had red meat since before then, I've started drinking decafe' coffee!
Even that little accent dealy on top of the 'e' used to piss me off cause it's french. But with enough cream and sugar, its not bad, and there is less heart disease! So... thats coming along I guess.
And really I was forced into it, my mum makes a lot of chicken and my stepdad has to drink decafe' cause of his heart attack. I have nothing to do so I walk EVERYWHERE and run alot.

And now that I am back in BC, I am actually eating fruit that is really fresh, doesn't just say that and I don't have to trust what the army says. "The box says the fruit is fresh. I dont care what the expiry date says, eat your fruit!"

I had an apple right off the tree yestarday... My body almost rejected it because it was too good for it. My body was so used to eating crap and sugar and transfats that... It didn't know what to think!

Well thats new... umm... my mum has a vegitable garden and I actually picked my beans and carrots before I ate them... like 30 minutes fresh!

It's a brand new day... or week.

(Prototype) Don't tolorate Vampires.

Alright, so this is just a prototype I guess, but I drew it in class this summer when I should have been paying attention to... umm... something about...

Well anyway, I think it turned out pretty good.

Coming soon!

Okay, so a simple comic strip will be up soon... Which I may or may not get in trouble for... ya.

Sunny days and Stupid people.

I should go play outside, as my 'rents would have put it when I was a kid. It's a beautiful sunny day, plus 30 and all that niceness, but really when you've climbed every mountain around and all your friends are working the incentive is just not there.

I should go for a run, required to maintain physical fitness and all, but I'm not feeling it. I could even talk to and visit people I haven't seen in months and wont see for many more months, but I don't really care that much. One part of me, a small and dieing part is like 'be a friend, care about what everyone has to say' but the stronger more realist part who likes George Carlin is like 'Fuck that! They don't don't care about what you have to say and really, you don't either.'

Shit, I need to go outside, it's almost like instinct, so maybe I'll go grab a coffee. Ooo! I'm also needing food. Ahhh food, when bored, eat something... or... masturbate...