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i made homemade pancakes last night... interesting experience
they tasted like crap. i suck at cooking. oh well, ill make my future husband cook. are there any experienced cooks out there looking for a useless wife? ill work out so i can be trophy wife if that is any consolation.
this morning i turned on the tv in between cleaning and doing ap english homework and listening to the radio. (ive been told its an ADD thing) on the tube was this infomercial about the "ball". its a work out gimic with this guy who apparently trains stars like ben affleck, and some others i didnt recognize. i started feeling depressed. i wanted to buy it because it was "miraculous and a guarenteed way to shapen up and lose weight." i started looking around the house for anything that could have substituted for the ball. i felt like working out.---amazing. couldnt find anything so i almost thought about calling and buying the damn thing. then i realized that jessica has one so i figured i'd go over there later and work out with her but she is at cypress gardens with rich and his family. so i made a promise to myself to get up and run tomorrow like i usually do. ive been slacking on my work outs. i feel so fat when i skip it but then i realize that i have been working out for 2 monthes and NOTHING HAS CHANGED!!! i dont get it. am i destined to always be chubby. im not fat... im not skinny... im always just a little over average. i hate being stuck in the middle. thats where i always seem to be. i can never jump to one side or the other. i have to be stuck in the middle and a little of both. the confusion can kill me sometimes.
i hate it when i am getting ready to go somewhere and im doing my make up and my hair and everything looks awesome. but then i look at the full length mirror and i put some clothes on and every shred of confidence i had is now completely shattered. i feel like attaching c4 to the mirror and watching it explode. or just attaching the c4 to myself and enjoying the release. messy.
the average factor applies to all aspects of my life. in school, sports, music, love, friends, work, and just life itself. im never the outstanding student, outstanding musician, outstanding athlete, empoyee, girlfriend, or friend.
IM AVERAGE... SOMEONE GIVE ME A GODD**N AWARD FOR BEING THE AVERAGE JOE-ETTE!
average sucks. i feel like wallpaper. i feel like the glue holding the wallpaper up.
they tasted like crap. i suck at cooking. oh well, ill make my future husband cook. are there any experienced cooks out there looking for a useless wife? ill work out so i can be trophy wife if that is any consolation.
this morning i turned on the tv in between cleaning and doing ap english homework and listening to the radio. (ive been told its an ADD thing) on the tube was this infomercial about the "ball". its a work out gimic with this guy who apparently trains stars like ben affleck, and some others i didnt recognize. i started feeling depressed. i wanted to buy it because it was "miraculous and a guarenteed way to shapen up and lose weight." i started looking around the house for anything that could have substituted for the ball. i felt like working out.---amazing. couldnt find anything so i almost thought about calling and buying the damn thing. then i realized that jessica has one so i figured i'd go over there later and work out with her but she is at cypress gardens with rich and his family. so i made a promise to myself to get up and run tomorrow like i usually do. ive been slacking on my work outs. i feel so fat when i skip it but then i realize that i have been working out for 2 monthes and NOTHING HAS CHANGED!!! i dont get it. am i destined to always be chubby. im not fat... im not skinny... im always just a little over average. i hate being stuck in the middle. thats where i always seem to be. i can never jump to one side or the other. i have to be stuck in the middle and a little of both. the confusion can kill me sometimes.
i hate it when i am getting ready to go somewhere and im doing my make up and my hair and everything looks awesome. but then i look at the full length mirror and i put some clothes on and every shred of confidence i had is now completely shattered. i feel like attaching c4 to the mirror and watching it explode. or just attaching the c4 to myself and enjoying the release. messy.
the average factor applies to all aspects of my life. in school, sports, music, love, friends, work, and just life itself. im never the outstanding student, outstanding musician, outstanding athlete, empoyee, girlfriend, or friend.
IM AVERAGE... SOMEONE GIVE ME A GODD**N AWARD FOR BEING THE AVERAGE JOE-ETTE!
average sucks. i feel like wallpaper. i feel like the glue holding the wallpaper up.