My "thinspiration"? Roseanne.
Honestly? I wanted it to be me.
If only for the fact that I could say, "It's me"... I wanted it to be me. Because, for once, I would be "her". I could pretend to be the "one" that everyone talks about.
For the... three of you who would know what I'm talking about... Don't comment about it, okay? In fact, it's not exactly open for discussion either. I'm not being bitter or anything like that, it's just I had something I wanted to say, it's said, and now it's forgotten. After all, this is my journal. I can say what I want here, and now you have a key to the inner workings of my mind. It's a scary place, but you know a little more.
For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about? Don't ask. You can, but I won't say anything. It's not something I'm going to talk about. If I feel otherwise, I'll let you know. Thanks.
Anyway, so it's... what, 8:34? I went to bed after six... thanks Mike Eaton and I might skip my third class today. Haven't decided yet. That, and there's fucking like twenty feet of snow outside. Okay, maybe a foot. Either way, I don't want to walk in that. So here's my game plan: I'll go to my first two classes, which will be until 12:30. I have my second class in the library, so from there, I can walk to MacCato's and get some lunch, and then come back here until I go to eat with Aimee at 6. ...I like it!
...and if I see one more of those fucking "thinspiration" journals, I'm going to scream. Especially if they have icons of Mary-Kate Olsen. I'm fairly certain the girl did not go to rehab so that she could be the inspiration of anorexic girls everywhere, and showing them how skinny they need to be. BAH. Anorexia isn't a FAD. I hate people.
I really do. Hate people? Big time.
I'm not sure why I'm updating. I just felt like rambling. La de da. I guess I thought I'd make a "real" update, so Ichun doesn't eat my heart for breakfast. She would anyway.
EVERYBODY GET A MYSPACE PROFILE! AND COMMENT HERE IF YOU DO, GIVING ME YOUR URL! I WILL FRIEND YOU :) It's actually nothing special, but it's kind of fun. It gives us Table 9 kids another place to gather! <3
I'm off. Gotta finish getting ready. Ta :)
If only for the fact that I could say, "It's me"... I wanted it to be me. Because, for once, I would be "her". I could pretend to be the "one" that everyone talks about.
For the... three of you who would know what I'm talking about... Don't comment about it, okay? In fact, it's not exactly open for discussion either. I'm not being bitter or anything like that, it's just I had something I wanted to say, it's said, and now it's forgotten. After all, this is my journal. I can say what I want here, and now you have a key to the inner workings of my mind. It's a scary place, but you know a little more.
For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about? Don't ask. You can, but I won't say anything. It's not something I'm going to talk about. If I feel otherwise, I'll let you know. Thanks.
Anyway, so it's... what, 8:34? I went to bed after six... thanks Mike Eaton and I might skip my third class today. Haven't decided yet. That, and there's fucking like twenty feet of snow outside. Okay, maybe a foot. Either way, I don't want to walk in that. So here's my game plan: I'll go to my first two classes, which will be until 12:30. I have my second class in the library, so from there, I can walk to MacCato's and get some lunch, and then come back here until I go to eat with Aimee at 6. ...I like it!
...and if I see one more of those fucking "thinspiration" journals, I'm going to scream. Especially if they have icons of Mary-Kate Olsen. I'm fairly certain the girl did not go to rehab so that she could be the inspiration of anorexic girls everywhere, and showing them how skinny they need to be. BAH. Anorexia isn't a FAD. I hate people.
I really do. Hate people? Big time.
I'm not sure why I'm updating. I just felt like rambling. La de da. I guess I thought I'd make a "real" update, so Ichun doesn't eat my heart for breakfast. She would anyway.
EVERYBODY GET A MYSPACE PROFILE! AND COMMENT HERE IF YOU DO, GIVING ME YOUR URL! I WILL FRIEND YOU :) It's actually nothing special, but it's kind of fun. It gives us Table 9 kids another place to gather! <3
I'm off. Gotta finish getting ready. Ta :)