Lalala
I wore an ugly outfit today.
Last night Megan told me that I looked much thinner. (she hadn't seen me in a while) Hurray working out. This is the first time since my junior year in high school that I've been successful at working out long-term. I hit a few roadblocks along the way, including a sprained ankle, but now I have been doing aerobic exercise about three times a week and pilates twice a week. Working out is so good for me, it helps me with every part of life, and is totally worth the time commitment. It helps me to manage my life, and releases enough feel-good hormones to give me will and energy to get a day's worth of work done at least. And I've started to lose weight.
I want to be an author of children's stories. I am really excited about my newfound decision to major in English. I feel excited and alive, and also free from the iron-clad grasp of the con. I got my first paper back today, and I only got a B+, but I'm fine with that, I could have worked harder on it, and also it's the first paper I've written for an English class since high school (freshman studies is not being counted, that class was a joke, and my professor taught computer science and gave really easy paper assignments and graded them easily), so I think a B+ is good.
Yah. Life's fine. Drama, drama, drama, whatever. It doesn't matter, yay! I'll just continue about my way normally.
Last night Megan told me that I looked much thinner. (she hadn't seen me in a while) Hurray working out. This is the first time since my junior year in high school that I've been successful at working out long-term. I hit a few roadblocks along the way, including a sprained ankle, but now I have been doing aerobic exercise about three times a week and pilates twice a week. Working out is so good for me, it helps me with every part of life, and is totally worth the time commitment. It helps me to manage my life, and releases enough feel-good hormones to give me will and energy to get a day's worth of work done at least. And I've started to lose weight.
I want to be an author of children's stories. I am really excited about my newfound decision to major in English. I feel excited and alive, and also free from the iron-clad grasp of the con. I got my first paper back today, and I only got a B+, but I'm fine with that, I could have worked harder on it, and also it's the first paper I've written for an English class since high school (freshman studies is not being counted, that class was a joke, and my professor taught computer science and gave really easy paper assignments and graded them easily), so I think a B+ is good.
Yah. Life's fine. Drama, drama, drama, whatever. It doesn't matter, yay! I'll just continue about my way normally.