037: california girls; we're unforgettable
Damn you, Katy Perry. Damn you and your blatant sexual advertisement of Californian girls. I'll have you know that I do not wear Daisy Dukes with a bikini on top.
However, I do believe that we are fun, fresh, fierce, and we've got it on lock.
... Cracky way to start an entry, but dammit THIS SONG. JUST. THIS SONG.
IN OTHER NEWS, thank you to all who comforted me in my last two posts or on AIM. ♥ I love you bunches and don't know how to repay your kindness.
Now, I have a very urgent matter to rant about. You know that dance show I keep mentioning? a;sldfjadsf IT'S THIS WEEK. OHGOD. IT'S THIS WEEK. What does this mean? I'll tell you what it means. It means that Dana's going to wear herself out between rehersals and end up practicing everything ever and cleaning up the act and doing pirouets and battements and OH SWEET JESUS. You know how ridiculously hyped up and nervous I am about it? I ended up not being able to bring myself to eat anything in the fear that I'll get fat and went through the school day running on some hot chocolate I had in the morning and then refusing to eat the Beef Bowl I had safely stored in the fridge and instead ate a Subway sandwich-- in little bites so I would get full faster but apparently that doesn't work when you're starving.
QUICK, SOMEONE TALK ME DOWN. I'm just. Why do I want to take a cleansing run around the block, I don't even. I don't even run, dammit. I'm not even allowed to step off my own front yard because of strict parents, and yet here I am, wanting to run to lose weight and asf;ljsdf this can't be healthy, but I can't get out of the mindset that I need to do these things.
I'm 115 pounds, 5'4". Is. Is that considered fat? I-I don't even. /SCREAMS
However, I do believe that we are fun, fresh, fierce, and we've got it on lock.
... Cracky way to start an entry, but dammit THIS SONG. JUST. THIS SONG.
IN OTHER NEWS, thank you to all who comforted me in my last two posts or on AIM. ♥ I love you bunches and don't know how to repay your kindness.
Now, I have a very urgent matter to rant about. You know that dance show I keep mentioning? a;sldfjadsf IT'S THIS WEEK. OHGOD. IT'S THIS WEEK. What does this mean? I'll tell you what it means. It means that Dana's going to wear herself out between rehersals and end up practicing everything ever and cleaning up the act and doing pirouets and battements and OH SWEET JESUS. You know how ridiculously hyped up and nervous I am about it? I ended up not being able to bring myself to eat anything in the fear that I'll get fat and went through the school day running on some hot chocolate I had in the morning and then refusing to eat the Beef Bowl I had safely stored in the fridge and instead ate a Subway sandwich-- in little bites so I would get full faster but apparently that doesn't work when you're starving.
QUICK, SOMEONE TALK ME DOWN. I'm just. Why do I want to take a cleansing run around the block, I don't even. I don't even run, dammit. I'm not even allowed to step off my own front yard because of strict parents, and yet here I am, wanting to run to lose weight and asf;ljsdf this can't be healthy, but I can't get out of the mindset that I need to do these things.
I'm 115 pounds, 5'4". Is. Is that considered fat? I-I don't even. /SCREAMS