Adventures of a Shockingly Average 30-Something

Today, for the first time ever, when my mom was talking about my future, she didn't say anything about me being with a guy.  There was no "the  guy you'll end up with..." or "the man you'll marry..."  No, this time, it was simply "the  person ,"  which I thought was really great. See, a friend of mine is in a really awful relationship and everyone can see it except for her.  I wish so bad that there was some way I could make her see that he treats her like crap, that she really can do so much better than him.  And my mom and I were talking about that friend and her situation today.  And mom said to me "Please, please, don't  ever end up with a g-.... a person like that."  I'm sure she was going to say "a guy," but she didn't.  And that was the first time she didn't.  I bet she probably didn't even know that this was the first time.  I wonder if it even matters to her.  I don't know.  But it matters...

I don't know if this sounds weird... but sometimes I seriously wonder if I have a problem.  It's like... I'm always worried about being skinny.  Like I  have to be thin.  I just have to.  There  isn't another option.  It's either skinny or nothing at all. And I mean, it's... I don't diet or anything like that.  And I do eat.  I  like food.  I would never be able to be anorexic or anything like that because I like food.  I wouldn't be able to not eat when I'm hungry. If I eat a lot or go out to eat, anywhere - it doesn't matter where, as soon as I'm done eating, I feel like I have to look in a mirror to make sure I'm still skinny.  And whenever I get new clothes, I have to try them on to make sure they make me look skinny.  I spend way too much time in front of the mirror, looking at myself from the front and the side, to make sure I look thin no matter how you're looking at me. But I know I'm skinny.  I mean, I wear a freaking...

I used to write movie reviews on another blog I had.  Actually, I only wrote like 3.  I love movies, but just couldn't get myself into writing lots about them.  I liked doing it at first, but then just fell out of the habit I'd never really gotten in to.  If you really care to read the 3 reviews I wrote before this, here's the links.  As this one will, the all contain spoilers for the movies, so if you don't like spoilers I suggest you stop reading now. The Runaways A Nightmare on Elm Street Iron Man 2 Now, Let The Right One In . I'd waited ages to see this film. Ok, not ages. Months. I saw previews for the American adaptation of it, called Let Me In , and, from the previews, thought it looked really good. The I found out it was based on a book, and got my hands on that as soon as I could (aka - for my birthday). Before reading the book, I found out that it was actually translated to English from Swedish, and that there is a Swedish version of the American mov...

Candis, my little princess, is moving (with her mom, obviously.  Haha) to Ohio on Saturday.  So after Saturday, I don't know when the next time I'll see her is.  Hopefully her mom will send me pictures every so often.  And I know I want to keep in contact with them - Candis will be 2 years old in March, so I'll  have to  mail her a present.  I'm going to miss her so much.  But I know it's for the best.  I hope.  I'll never stop worrying about her when she's gone.  She'll always have a place in my heart.  I love her like she's my own kid.  I hate when people say that I can't love her like she's my kid because she's  not my kid.  But, they don't get it.  I mean, I know she's not mine, obviously.  But I've been in her life since she was born.  I've grown so attached to her.  Every time she does something new, I'm so proud of her.  I'm always showing off pictures of her to my friends, and it's so hard not to buy h...