my day has been less than productive. this morning, i talked my mom into keeping me home, which earned me some comfy sleep time. in the hours between then and now, i have accomplished the awesome task of finishing the remaining doritos in the house. my time has consisted of tammy, sleeping, being sexually frustrated, hating my body, failing at my guitar, pestering my mother for my monroe, and trying to motivate myself to get on the treadmill. how sad....

i'm supposed to be working out. i am not happy with my body. at. all. it's awkward... at least if it were skinnier it would be more tolerable. it's really starting to get depressing again. especially when there are a few select people (person) that I want to look good for.

gabe saporta, as is cobra starship, is overrated- though they make the best music videos. saw Jac in the new one but did I catch hannabeth too? looked like her. it was hilarious... mostly for the beginning. my god, Patrick. my god. i'm going to start checking the bunnies in the mall at easter.

feels like i'm in love but it's far, far too early to say such a thing. i'll get my blood taken with a 12 gauge needle before i fuck this up. (NEVER EVER EVER EVER NASDFAUIOFNDKJS)

so basically, my plans for the week

- suffer through school
- WORK OUT ON THE TREADMILL
- get my monroe pierced
- get my hair cut
- get the black of my hair re dyed
- finish my song
- clean my room
- have at least one day where i feel beautiful.
- spend all my time on my love
 

now if I could just get my fat ass up and slap my face, i could get started on that.
ugh.

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