Friday, November 19, 2010
I'm doing horribly this semester.
I'm at my low weight, but I'm scared I'm going to gain because frankly just about everything has changed for the worst in that regard.
I feel so sick. I don't want to get sick.
I have to see a doctor and I haven't had a flu shot.
I missed every Spanish class this week. I'm 90% sure I'm going to fail.
I'm 99% sure I'll fail my other morning class, because I have an adversary. Some horrible chick who dominates the group and is ostracizing me because I wasn't there for the planning stages of the project - which is like 3 classes - even though I'm trying to catch up.
I'm almost certainly going to have to go over her head on this one. I am reading a lot into her behavior, but there's just this oboxiously stuck-up vibe I get from her. Her body language too - won't look at me, won't address me directly.
I'm going to have to fight every second of this semester and I'm terrified of this. That chick should really get hit by a train or something.
This semester is awful. I have almost no shot. I'm scared. F*cking scared. I just want to pause everything, and go escape reality for an undetermined amount of time. Maybe during this escape whatseruglyface will get hit by that train. That would be fantastic. The world pauses, but she still gets hit by a train.
Fail fail fucking failure.
I swear, nothing hurts more than trying and failing.
NO ONE BELIEVES I'M TRYING
That hurts too. I can't get out of bed in the morning. I miss my buses. I curse myself, I curse the buses, I cry - nothing comes of it. And of course I'm too fucking scared to talk to my professors. I don't have anything to say to them. Maybe a psychology professor would understand that I can't get out of bed in the morning but that's so damn personal. I'm terrified of talking to people, and of conflict. I don't want to cry in someone's office. I don't want to get bitched at for not trying hard enough.
I fucking hate self pity, but I can't get a grip on myself. I've felt violent urges several times this semester. It's stress. I haven't hurt anyone, but I fucking dare someone to talk to me in a state like that.
I'm so fucking stuck in the middle of everything. I can't do anything right. Everything is against the grain.
I'm fucking terrified
and I'm sorry for the swearing. I swear a lot lately. I don't like it either.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
I'm at 125 :]
Scared I won't be able to maintain it.
Also, a question
When I lose weight, it feels like everything else gets bigger and I stay the same. Clothes get baggier. Bones that protrude seem like they popped out of nowhere. Seats seem wider.
Is it like that for you too?
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Forgive the links, I realize they seem bare and lazy - but I'm pretty much broke - and this is on my mind. So I googled cheap healthy foods. Lots of results, actually. These are the first few.
There is some overlap, so... well, yeah.
I found it pretty helpful and informative.
15 healthy foods for about 2 dollars
20 healthiest foods under a dollar
25 Cheap, Healthy, and Delicious Foods
50 Healthy Foods for Under a dollar a Pound
Monday, November 1, 2010
Paris Hilton being a spokesperson for some Australian beer company
The girls behind Paris in the picture are thin, yes, but I don't think they're underweight. Size 2 or 4. Paris is underweight. And I think the girls behind her are prettier than her, and that has to do with shape.
My boyfriend agrees.
Maybe you'll disagree, or maybe it's trivial.
I just find this comforting.