[12] Hookey. Or Hooky. However You Spell It.
I've taken to watching Sex and the City everyday. I especially watched a hell of a lot of it today because I stayed home. When I woke up this morning I was aching all over and I used the raspiest voice I could when I said, "Mooooom can I stay home today?" I actually do think I'm getting a cold, though. I spent about twenty minutes outside last night in the thunderstorm. I don't really know why. It's not like there was anything better to do. So I decided to stand there in the middle of the street and watch the lightning. After awhile I thought I was being kind of insane so I went back inside and took a very long shower.
Damnit. Why does losing weight have to be so fucking hard? Why are some girls born thin? And why was I not? I ate like nothing else today. It probably was because I had absolutely nothing to do, and now I'm hating myself for it. I really need to workout. Really. I hate being... this. What I am. Siiiigh x 27838926391864.
Alright, enough about that. What's even worse is that I have about, oh... twelve crushes right now. Not exactly, but I think it's getting close. Since when did my school get such hot guys? And since when were those hot guys single? They always used to have either ass-ugly girlfriends, and you never understood why they were with them, or they used to have beautiful girlfriends, who you envied beyond anything else. Is it just because the school year's just starting? Will it only be a short time before those hot guys have girlfriends already? Hmm.
Hah. Lame.
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