Fun, nonexistent.

An old friend flew in from Chicago, and we arranged to have lunch today. We've had to postpone to dinner.
Waiting is not fun, but I suppose he's worth it. Hah. Despite my mother's belief that every single boy I mention is someone I'm dating (Newsflash: Just because dad&you are high school sweethearts, doesn't mean that I have to succumb to that notion as well.), we are not romantically linked.

Trying to have fun is difficult, even for me at this age (I should be living my life to the fullest, no?).
I'm antsy when people don't call, and my eyes constantly dart over the screen waiting for the next text message. I can't relax unless something is on a set schedule - which is quite ironic really, because I never know what the future has in store for me even when I plan things out in advance. Sigh*.

In other news,
My diet is successful thus far, but there are definitely times when I feel like pulling out a bucket of ice cream and finishing it in one sitting while watching Season 1 of Top Chef (again). The workload has put quite a stress on my body, and it seems that I have fallen ill again(this is probably the third time in this quarter).
The death of an acquaintance certainly doesn't help the cause. Though I wasn't particular close to him, we did share some interesting experiences - prom, ASB, journalism... and it's enough to leave a mark. There are some friends of mine that were rather close with him, and seeing them in such pain makes my heart hurt. I met the young man's parents yesterday at a candlelight vigil, and shared my condolences.

I don't understand how one can have fun under such circumstances, but I'll try?
I need someone to whisk me away.

Or bring me a hot bowl of Vietnamese noodles.