Bite-sized Life

Did the strangest thing a few days ago. I woke up one cool morning, stretched reeeaal good, then hugged my other pillow and muttered HIS name. (Yeah, Forbidden guy's name.)
Shit.
I've spent talking to him way past midnight last night.
Mortification overcame me. Am I that into him??
So I spent the whole morning trying to figure out my insanity. We've known each other for nearly 2 years, have gone out only once and I'm still unsure about what I feel about the whole thing.
So I've come to a conclusion that I'm very crazy, stupidly, adorably in love with him as he is with me.
If mom finds out, she'll have a bitch fit and probably throw me out of the house.
Hurrah.

I so can't believe my friend. Let's call her V. V has this sudden obsession over her weight and it's totally insane the way she counts calories.
I've got an absolutely heaven-sent metabolism so I haven't cared how much I eat. I loooove to eat and not gain a pound.
V's story is different. She fretted two days ago when we hung out, saying that her jeans nearly won't fit her.
Buy. New. Jeans.
I guess letting go of her ratty jeans would mean surrendering the battle of the bulge. She's a bit on the pudgy side but she's not that fat!One can totally tell she still has a figure!
When we were just killing time at the mall and we had this long debate on what to eat in KFC.
She practically started to count the calories on the menu board and even recited a list of food she's suppose to avoid. Blahblahblahblah...
Order.A. Damn. Salad.
Does she know you need at least 2000 calories to survive?
It's friggin' stupid to avoid calories at all cost when it's one of the things that's keeping us alive.
She's saying she had already cut rice off her diet and she's still gaining. I asked her if she eats vegetables. She says she doesn't.
Huh. Think I found the problem.