Sep 09, 2006 09:13
So my boyfriend and my ma have recently decided that I don't know how to take care of myself.
Although there is some truth to this statement... or inference... I think they both don't know what they are talking about.
This past week I went out to the bar only once... only because Erino bought me drinks... and I only had 2 drinks... and then I drove home sober.
I worked out 3 times... which is a lot for me considering I haven't worked out this summer at all.
I read A LOT in my textbooks. I have three more chapters to read before I can feel completely caught up... but for me, that's amazing. Most of the time in college I never feel caught up... ever. Today, I will.
I went tanning twice. Since I got back from England I stopped caring about whether or not I had a tan. So there, look at me... caring.
I have two jobs. So no one can say Im not trying to make cash.
So there my argument stands. I take care of myself.
Or atleast I am trying.
Staying home on a Friday night just to get ridiculed by my mom and boyfriend about how I don't take care of myself... really puts a damper on my mood.