Saturday, July 23, 2005
May 9Haha, I tried long jump. One of the worst decisions I've made all year. Who in the right mind would attempt long jump in my body?
Long jump.
Long jump. Let me ask you, which part of my body is long exactly?
Fine, my hair, but unless I jump into a Looney Tunes cartoon and start running and leaping with my hair, I don't think it's going to do me any good.
I thought I could do it, but apparently I cant. I could do it last year, so why not this year? The mysteries of life that I will never find out about.
As usual I tried not to think about my miserable failures in the athletic department. But it's sorta really hard to keep your spirits up when Mel is spazzing at anything and everything in sight. I swear, even the grass is yellower in comparison, even the trees don't got no leaves on them bare bare branches. It was a sad scene indeed.
Or maybe that was just because winter was just over...
But either ways, it was pretty miserable. She didn't get to say goodbye to Keith the other day before he had to leave for his grandparents' for three days, and she screwed up her long jump as well. On top of that, she thought she was fat. Those weren't easy emotions for a girl to cope with. I know, I've been there, done that, except for the fat part, I'm always the underweight one, so I'm more under the shadow of being a twig rather than being a pig.
Yet just because I'm not worried about being a pink cuddly creature, (even though mel never even gots to worry in the first place), doesn't mean I can't go around bitching at the yellow grass. So what if the branches are my relatives? Just because I'm a twig and they're branches doesn't mean I should spare them when I'm in a bad mood. Just because you're a twig, and I'm a twig doesn't mean I should let you off when I land fat flat into the damn pit when I'm trying to jump.
What did you say? A twig shouldn't go hopping around the place?
Well, that's just your very biased opinion. I am having nothing to do with that. You have absolutely NO right to snub my dream in my face. What if I had wanted to make the hopscotch team? eh eh? What you gon say to that eh?
So what if this lil twig is very easily influenced? If everyone's bitching, surely it won't hurt for a lil insignificant twig to start yapping, would it? I thought so. Now what you staring at?
O whoops, my bad, theres no one else talking on this blog but me. O right.
I'll stop now.
But too bad for you, this is my blog, so I shall keep on bitching, because I haven't any heart/nerve/whatever you want to call it to bitch at real people in real life.
This little twig is not capable of telling people to shut up when she doesn't burn calories quite as fast. Just because she doesn't burn calories as fast, dont mean you got to rub it in her face taht shes unathletic. I'd like to see you try to burn calories in my shoes, in my body, under my skin.
And I'd like to see you (in
my shoes) serve me (in
your skin) iced tea, ice cream blah blah while I talk on the phone non-stop with my one-true beloved.
?!?!
You're at my place!! You cant just ignore me for a telephone call!!!
ugh. Okay, obviously someone's not having enough to eat, so I'll get a bit before I write anything more.
Throwing you kisses @ 10:33 PM
Distance sucks.
I suck more.
Love sucks the most.
Fuck, why am I crying?
Throwing you kisses @ 9:02 PM
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Restless
10:28a.m.
Home
Sunny
Yellow Tank + Green LaSenza PJs
$230 (69 thongs)
Nothing
Cough 
No one
Only Hope
Make plans
Thinking
High School
Kaitai
