Well, my friend is all right. Her mom found her lying on her bed, exhausted, a few hours later. XP So it's okay. Long story, not one to be posted here, especially since no one really took enough of an interest in it in the first place to bother to comment.
Right before Christmas, Mom and I got some much-needed and much-enjoyed money because a peice of property we inherited a while ago FINALLY sold. So we were able to buy the car, and we donated some money to the choir program and the drama program at school.
Today in Drama, Mrs.Ammon told the class that my mom had donated money. She even told how much. It was way embarrassing, and I don't get embarrassed easily. Now, if I get a good part in the next play, people might think that I only got it because my mom gave the Drama Department money and not because I have some smatterings of talent. I do want people to like me, or at least respect me. Now it'll be all over school.
Ugh.
Well as long as I've started whining, I might as well finish.
I really need to get in shape. I'm not fat or anything (yet -_-), but I'm definitely getting flabby in places that would look far, far better if they were firm or at least pulled in a bit, namely my stomach (though I do not yet have a spare tire that I can see, thank god), my arms, and my legs. And my face. My face is really round, not quite chubby, but full enough to almost completely erase any trace of bone structure.
I mean, there's nothing wrong with being overweight, other than the obvious health issues. My mom is and some of my friends are, and often as not it works for them and they are quite pretty despite it. But I like the way I look, and I don't want it to sort of deteriorate into a lot of superfluous flabby flesh. I'm pretty sure I couldn't pull off looking good overweight.
My legs are really the worst, I actually have cellulite there. Wrinkly and gross. But I'm glad they're the worst because they're easy to hide with tights or leggings or just pants.
Anyway, the upshot of all this is that I should start eating what is good for me instead of what I like, and start excercising rather than sitting in front of the computer all day on my well-padded thighs. It really isn't too late for me to pull things back together, but I more than anyone know that I am a huge procrastinator and have amazingly weak self-control.
Do you think being able to eat what you want if you excersize a lot is just denial, or would it actually work? I mean, it's not as if I'm chugging 15 sodas a day and finishing it off with three large pizzas and a milkshake. I don't even drink soda. I usually drink milk or water. And okay, I have a weakness for chocolate, but what woman doesn't?
I've never got the hang of salad, but I like egg rolls. Maybe I'll just stick to Chinese food. Whatever.
I don't whine like this often, but since I have no boyfriend or crush and therefore cannot fill my blog with melodramatic heartbreak, here is my token to the gods of high school and blogging: a whine about my body.