no day but today.
you know what the worst thing is? when you go out even though you were feeling sick all day, but you make yourself feel better so you can go to the big work party that is going on.
Then you get there, everyone is saying how starving they are, and you realize that, you aren't that hungry... and it's weird because you haven't eaten anything that day. (well the handful of yougurt covered pretzels don't count)
then you get the chicken club sandwich and the mound of fries. And you are like, "that looks good" but you aren't even sure if you want to eat it.
you make yourself eat something. You eat that first bite and are like, "yum" then the second bite and you know you shouldn't eat anymore. But you don't want people asking questions about "why aren't you eating" "are you okay" blahblahblah. so you eat half the sandwich and maybe like 15 fries tops.
Then 15 minutes later, your stomach starts feeling wonky.
fast forward to end of dinner.
do we go see Inglourious Basterds? yes we do. you feel fine. You need to pee. you go pee and then stomach starts feeling worse.
you always buy popcorn but this time, you just don't think that you can handle it. Then you feel like you are going to throw up.
you say, "I have to pee again" as to not cause alarm in your best twin friend.
you almost don't make it to the bathroom because you are gagging.
you get there and nothing.
then you leave after a couple minutes.
get back in time for Bear Jew.
have to leave not even 10 minutes later because you know this time it's coming up.
and, oh, hey dinner! not nice to see you again.
call the mommy to pick you up.
that is how sad and pathetic you are.
think it's time to go to the doctors if everytime I eat I feel crappy afterwards.
now I'm in bed, feeling like the worst friend in the world for leaving the best friend with two boys she doesn't really hang out with. I need to give her money to make me feel better.
I'm going to buy her a movie.
I hope she don't hate me too much.
When Angel dies in rent, I always cry my little eyes out.
Then you get there, everyone is saying how starving they are, and you realize that, you aren't that hungry... and it's weird because you haven't eaten anything that day. (well the handful of yougurt covered pretzels don't count)
then you get the chicken club sandwich and the mound of fries. And you are like, "that looks good" but you aren't even sure if you want to eat it.
you make yourself eat something. You eat that first bite and are like, "yum" then the second bite and you know you shouldn't eat anymore. But you don't want people asking questions about "why aren't you eating" "are you okay" blahblahblah. so you eat half the sandwich and maybe like 15 fries tops.
Then 15 minutes later, your stomach starts feeling wonky.
fast forward to end of dinner.
do we go see Inglourious Basterds? yes we do. you feel fine. You need to pee. you go pee and then stomach starts feeling worse.
you always buy popcorn but this time, you just don't think that you can handle it. Then you feel like you are going to throw up.
you say, "I have to pee again" as to not cause alarm in your best twin friend.
you almost don't make it to the bathroom because you are gagging.
you get there and nothing.
then you leave after a couple minutes.
get back in time for Bear Jew.
have to leave not even 10 minutes later because you know this time it's coming up.
and, oh, hey dinner! not nice to see you again.
call the mommy to pick you up.
that is how sad and pathetic you are.
think it's time to go to the doctors if everytime I eat I feel crappy afterwards.
now I'm in bed, feeling like the worst friend in the world for leaving the best friend with two boys she doesn't really hang out with. I need to give her money to make me feel better.
I'm going to buy her a movie.
I hope she don't hate me too much.
When Angel dies in rent, I always cry my little eyes out.