Three cups of Carlo de Rossi wine. Three shots of Absolut Vodka. A bottle of San Miguel Strong Ice beer. Buttered popcorn with extra butter. Large rootbeer. Chips. A peanut butter doughnut from Cello's Doughnuts and Dips. One 18 inch slice of Yellow Cab New York pizza.

That constitutes my diet for the day. I think any sane person will conclude that it's the way to go if one wants to die young.

Guilty. I plead guilty. But I ask you to hear my case.

On the doughnut: I was rushing to school, still sabog from an all-nighter. I was really really really hungry and Cello's was just right there. I know a syrupy doughnut is not the best breakfast but what was I supposed to do, starve myself?

On the buttered popcorn and rootbeer: I haven't spent as much time with my friends as I'd like to. You know, everybody's busy. So when my friends announced that they were watching The Terminal, I decided to tag along. I didn't have any more classes anyway. And what's a movie experience without buttered popcorn and rootbeer?

On the pizza, chips, and drinks: Tonight, my friend Jing had her birthday party. It was fun. I must say pizza, drinks, and karaoke are good to combine. And the company was fantastic. Also, I'm amazingly not drunk even if I drank quite some amount of alcohol. The others got drunk but I don't know, I seem to have a high tolerance for alcohol. But of course, I couldn't have not drank anything. 'Twas all for Jing and for the name of fun!

How can you blame me? I'm in college. This is a typical day in an adolescent's life. These are typical happenings - rushing to school, indulging in food, movie trips, and gimmicks.

But I have to admit, the calories do bother me. The fact that I don't really exercise because of laziness and lack of time don't help either. Oh, this is terrible! Terrible. Terrible. Terrible.

But oh well, that's life, my life at least. I better stop being so Bridget Jones about it.