So Amanda Knox was acquitted today and I’m happy for her, especially if I’m right in suspecting she’s probably innocent. The evidence always did point to that black guy, Rudy, from the Ivory Coast and not Amanda and her boyfriend. The guy had a record, too. Some of her post-murder behavior was a little iffy, but not like Casey Anthony’s was. That one is probably guilty of murder and if not, she knows who did it. If it was a case of neglect where the kid drowned by accident and she panicked, she should’ve at least been convicted of that much. But I’m living proof that the innocent often pays for deeds they didn’t commit while the guilty go free. That’s why I sat in a jail cell myself for half a year while Joely N got away with perjury, slander, libel, vandalism, disturbing the peace, prank phone calls, and tossing sexually explicit notes in our mail slot which alone is a federal offense. Am I forgetting anything? Well, on top of abusing the welfare system, I’m sure I am.

Anyway, yay for Amanda. Italy may have a lot of hot-looking chicks and speak a beautiful language, but most of the country is pretty fucked up IMO. Fucked up legal system, fucked up attitudes, fucked up bigots, and I make no excuses or apologies for my opinions either. It won’t hurt my feelings if we don’t get to take the trip I won there, and seeing that there are only two more years left to take it, I doubt we’ll make it there.

I am amazingly not that tired or hungry for someone who’s half-starving herself and has been so busy. You know how it is with me; I either have to cut my calories down to near nothing to lose weight, or I eat what’s enough for me (1500) and stay the same weight as long as I work out. Deciding to try something different other than the one-or-the-other attitude, I’m partially starving every other day. I figured that if I just do this every other day it will not only be easier to stick to but won’t hurt my already barely existent metabolism anymore. I’ll always include tons of protein in my diet no matter how much I’m eating to keep the random cravings away. I love those Pure Protein bars. They’re only about 200 calories and have 18g-20g of protein.

After about a 35-minute workout (I plan to do more tomorrow), I cleaned the kitchen and living room. My doll collection is now down to about 30 dolls, so it was nice not to have to dust as many even if most are in the bedroom right now. I still might not display them all at once. Forgot to work my arms and abs so I’ll do that later.

I hate the cooler weather we’ve been having but it sure is nice for sleeping and working out.

Tom put a new washer in the shower faucet but we both agree that the ancient piece of shit needs to be replaced altogether. I hope we make it out of here before it leaks so bad that we have no choice but to put up with the racket, hassles and inconvenience that will come with that. That’s one of the things I miss about owning is that we got to do things on our own time so long as they weren’t urgent. But it’s even better to know that it won’t cost us a dime. :) Yes, I really could get used to this renting thing. It’s definitely cheaper and less risky. I’d only buy a house if I could pay for it outright. Not something I ever expect to do. I also don’t expect to ever be able to rent a real house that’s bigger and newer than this old trailer, but I at least hope to someday. I really thought that whatever was picking on us with the breakage curse we seemed to be under for so long would stop once we started renting and some things were no longer ours to have to pay for, but I will admit that there haven’t been as many problems as I thought there would be here. The cooler and heater have had problems, but the oven and refrigerator are still holding up. No leaky roof yet either, and that’s another thing I hope to get out of here in time for; before Jesse goes to redo it. That’s not something that would take just a day or two to do despite being flat and not very big, though he did mention something about something that you just roll onto the roof.

I was going through some of my old, private journals from right before we left Arizona and came across a link to a doll store. I was curious to see what they had and if they were still around so I checked it out. They sell dolls in various stages from soft-fired greenware to kits to finished. I saw that the dancing Indian doll I have, Joy, was there, and asked if it would be possible to finally get the dress that was made for her and how much it’d cost since I just bought her finished but undressed back in 2002. It’d be $55 plus shipping, I was told, but I’d get to pick the color and all that, too. It just may be worth it once we get a little more caught up to go ahead and have a hot pink one made up. If I sell her, I need her to be in something other than the joke of an outfit I threw together for her, and if I keep her I’d like to still see her in something nicer.