I'm not a size 00 anymore. In fact, I'm not even close. If I tried putting on a pair of my 00 jeans, I don't even know if my foot could fit in it anymore.
How do I feel about this??
SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF! Read More »
I am longing for some rain. Some sleet, slush, snow, a freak avalance maybe. I'll even take some hail at this point.
Anything but this PERFECT SUNNY WEATHER EVERY DAY.
I think I have Reverse Seasonal Effect Disorder.
Positives o' the Day:
While driving en route to my Ivy League School (ha...community college joke), I thought to myself "Hmm...being normal sounds good." Read More »
April, 2008:
"If I do 70 push ups, will you stay?" he asks, half kidding, half serious. We are sitting in his living room, his arm around my shoulders, our usual positions.
"Will you?"
I don't know what to say. I know I can't stay; I have to go back, have to experience things for myself. Read More »
I just had the worst binge of my life. It was completely random, unsatisfying, and I'm not even experiencing that brief (VERY brief) after-feeling of euphoria.
My day was horrendous. I woke up to my dad banging on my door exclaiming "It's after 10!" Read More »
1995:
I love Mrs. Rice, my first grade teacher. We have a "Student of the Week," each week, where we fill out a poster that is displayed for your week. When it's my turn, I say I want to be a ballerina, my favorite color is blue, and I like to read. I fill in my age (6), eye color (green), hair color (brown), height, and lie about my weight. I wouldn't want anybody thinking I was fat. Read More »
Is it sad that I miss my ex-boyfriend that dumped me over a year ago, and we had only dated for a month to begin with? (By the way, the dumping occured ON our actual anniversary, through text message. He was in Wisconsin, I was here, but still. At least call me, you chicken shit).
Okay, here's the thing: Read More »
September 15, 2008, 8:20-ish am:
Me (in my head): Hmm, it's morning
Ed: You're fat
Me: Uck. I should get up. I have to leave for kickboxing soon.
Ed: You need the exercise. Get up, fat ass. What are you waiting for? Oh, and by the way, you're the fattest one in the class. Just to let you know. Why are you still laying there?!? I SAID GET UP!!!!!
I AM GOING INSANE. Read More »
It's sad that it's 9:45 am and I'm already ready for a nap.
My bed is dangerously comfortable. Whenever I'm on it, I just want to sleep. Which may sound normal, being a bed and all. But I can walk into another room and say "Huh, cool. A bed," and walk the other way. But not mine! It demands that I come and nap on it. Read More »
