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according to this healthy body weight website, i am underweight for my height. being 5'7", a healthy weight range for me is apparently 122-149lbs. i fall short of this at about 117.
how? well, i usually get stoned and then hit up mcdonalds at midnight. 2 cheeseburgers and 10 chicken nuggets later, i go to bed. i usually do not leave my bed for the next 15 hours. my exercise routine consists of walking to the bathroom once in a while. you may give my dieting method a try, but results vary!
haha... just fucking around. my real secret is the 6+ stage shows i do every night, each 15 minutes long and very physical (i climb the pole now and all kinds of shit). the change in my body is absolutely ASTOUNDING. i was always thin, in the 125-130 range. but i was fat-thin, meaning that my sides always hung out of my jeans a little and my ass was wider and flabbier. my legs were skinny but very flabby as well and totally lacking muscle. to pass me on the street with clothes on, you'd think i was a skinny girl... but i was really OUT OF SHAPE. being thin doesn't mean you look like a victoria's secret model, you know what i mean? anyway, if you wanna look skinny enough to pose in your lingerie on a magazine cover, the only trick is exercise. if you exercise enough you can eat whatever you want, which is why i don't believe in dieting. i lost weight when i was dieting before, but i still didn't look this good and ripped. exercising is the one and only way.
i guess i am just realizing how much i changed in the past 6 months. i met this guy last week and talked to him for like 45 minutes. he is a photographer for this model company or whatever, and said he wants to do a bunch of shots of me that i would get paid for. it's not nude, i wouldn't even be modeling lingerie, just skirts and regular clothes. but i've become a pretty paranoid person so i'm scared it's a scam. what if this guy is just a random weirdo who wants to take pics of me? is that a silly concern?
anyway it seems like my situation in canada has been solved and i am able to go back if i wish. the deal was sweetened by being offered more money. okay, yes. i have 5 days next week booked for a hotel and everything. my hotel expense is totally covered by my significant raise, so i have nothing to worry about. i can just take it easy all day and not have to worry about anyone else.
i set a rather high goal for myself, but i wanna have $5000 by the end of this month. it is feasible and i am hell-bent on it.
i went tanning today and it made me feel awesome. i totally believe in that seasonal affect syndrome or whatever it's called, because the gloomyness and cold is depressing and then everything changes when i go in the tanner. it's a bed of sun!!! but i only go about once a week... some girls tan every single fucking day and they look red and cancerous. it's so bad.
i probably forgot to mention that i'll be at harpos this friday, seeing kmfdm YET AGAIN! i'm pretty fucking excited, since they are definitely on the top of my "bands i would pay to see twice" list. they were damn good last time, but i saw them in the tiny venue of st. andrews hall (da shelter!) and harpos is a totally huge and awesome venue. so it'll be even better! jeff is going with me.. we are debating about getting a nice hotel room in detroit and having a little romantic getaway after the concert. i wish i knew which places to go in detroit. i haven't been to detroit since craig and i broke up, and jeff is from canada, so we'll be getting lost for suuuuure. i would rather just go to windsor, the canadian side is always better. cuz canada rules.
i wrote this rant a few days ago and thought it was funny and true...
black people: they know how to fucking LIVE.
if you ever tuned in to any rap lyrics, you would understand that there are only a few things black people care about. money, cars, mansions, hot bitches, looking pimped out and bling blingin', being so tough that other niggas won't fuck with them, and doing nothing but party, drinking bacardi and smoking badass chronic. and yes, i am making a stereotype based on the lyrics in hip hop music... which is indeed made by black people, but i realize that not ALL black people are like this.
but think about it, having money is awesome. who doesn't want a ferrari and a mansion in a tropical place? who doesn't want to wear jewelry worth more than a car? who doesn't want to look sexy as fuck? who doesn't want respect from everyone and able to party and get fucked up all day? and let's not forget having lots of sex. i don't know about you, but that is the best lifestyle i have ever heard of. one day i want to be like jay-z in "money aint a thang" throwing handfuls of money out the window.
damn it feels good to be a gangsta!
the only thing i don't understand is the platinum grillz. those are some fucked up looking teeth.
anyway, i have a fruit and walnut salad waiting for me that must be consumed immediately. i hope you've been entertained by my ramblings.
how? well, i usually get stoned and then hit up mcdonalds at midnight. 2 cheeseburgers and 10 chicken nuggets later, i go to bed. i usually do not leave my bed for the next 15 hours. my exercise routine consists of walking to the bathroom once in a while. you may give my dieting method a try, but results vary!
haha... just fucking around. my real secret is the 6+ stage shows i do every night, each 15 minutes long and very physical (i climb the pole now and all kinds of shit). the change in my body is absolutely ASTOUNDING. i was always thin, in the 125-130 range. but i was fat-thin, meaning that my sides always hung out of my jeans a little and my ass was wider and flabbier. my legs were skinny but very flabby as well and totally lacking muscle. to pass me on the street with clothes on, you'd think i was a skinny girl... but i was really OUT OF SHAPE. being thin doesn't mean you look like a victoria's secret model, you know what i mean? anyway, if you wanna look skinny enough to pose in your lingerie on a magazine cover, the only trick is exercise. if you exercise enough you can eat whatever you want, which is why i don't believe in dieting. i lost weight when i was dieting before, but i still didn't look this good and ripped. exercising is the one and only way.
i guess i am just realizing how much i changed in the past 6 months. i met this guy last week and talked to him for like 45 minutes. he is a photographer for this model company or whatever, and said he wants to do a bunch of shots of me that i would get paid for. it's not nude, i wouldn't even be modeling lingerie, just skirts and regular clothes. but i've become a pretty paranoid person so i'm scared it's a scam. what if this guy is just a random weirdo who wants to take pics of me? is that a silly concern?
anyway it seems like my situation in canada has been solved and i am able to go back if i wish. the deal was sweetened by being offered more money. okay, yes. i have 5 days next week booked for a hotel and everything. my hotel expense is totally covered by my significant raise, so i have nothing to worry about. i can just take it easy all day and not have to worry about anyone else.
i set a rather high goal for myself, but i wanna have $5000 by the end of this month. it is feasible and i am hell-bent on it.
i went tanning today and it made me feel awesome. i totally believe in that seasonal affect syndrome or whatever it's called, because the gloomyness and cold is depressing and then everything changes when i go in the tanner. it's a bed of sun!!! but i only go about once a week... some girls tan every single fucking day and they look red and cancerous. it's so bad.
i probably forgot to mention that i'll be at harpos this friday, seeing kmfdm YET AGAIN! i'm pretty fucking excited, since they are definitely on the top of my "bands i would pay to see twice" list. they were damn good last time, but i saw them in the tiny venue of st. andrews hall (da shelter!) and harpos is a totally huge and awesome venue. so it'll be even better! jeff is going with me.. we are debating about getting a nice hotel room in detroit and having a little romantic getaway after the concert. i wish i knew which places to go in detroit. i haven't been to detroit since craig and i broke up, and jeff is from canada, so we'll be getting lost for suuuuure. i would rather just go to windsor, the canadian side is always better. cuz canada rules.
i wrote this rant a few days ago and thought it was funny and true...
black people: they know how to fucking LIVE.
if you ever tuned in to any rap lyrics, you would understand that there are only a few things black people care about. money, cars, mansions, hot bitches, looking pimped out and bling blingin', being so tough that other niggas won't fuck with them, and doing nothing but party, drinking bacardi and smoking badass chronic. and yes, i am making a stereotype based on the lyrics in hip hop music... which is indeed made by black people, but i realize that not ALL black people are like this.
but think about it, having money is awesome. who doesn't want a ferrari and a mansion in a tropical place? who doesn't want to wear jewelry worth more than a car? who doesn't want to look sexy as fuck? who doesn't want respect from everyone and able to party and get fucked up all day? and let's not forget having lots of sex. i don't know about you, but that is the best lifestyle i have ever heard of. one day i want to be like jay-z in "money aint a thang" throwing handfuls of money out the window.
damn it feels good to be a gangsta!
the only thing i don't understand is the platinum grillz. those are some fucked up looking teeth.
anyway, i have a fruit and walnut salad waiting for me that must be consumed immediately. i hope you've been entertained by my ramblings.