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Tuesday, 11 August 2009

  • To be forgotten, or to be lonely?

          So. . . I'm going on a diet.  I've tried before in the past but I always end up screwing it all up.  I was to get tiny again but also really toned and solid.  I'm 5'3" and 130 lbs.  I'm going off my BMI, which is currently 23.  I'm sick and tired of being small and curvy.  I really don't like it.  I hate shopping for jeans because the sizes that fit are usually too long.  And I've had to get rid of some clothes cuz they don't fit just right anymore.

           I also want to be the tiny all over one in my group like I used to be in high school.  What's hard is I have type 1 diabetes.  I know I'm not obese or huge but being tiny would be great.  Plus, I think it would be easier to attract guys.

          The guys here seem to only want tiny chicks.  I had just got done with a workout when I was sitting with my friend, her boyfriend, and his friend.  One of them I was considering dating but was not sure as to how he felt about me.  Then he says he's dating this little Mexican girl who is shorter than me, as he pointed out, and weighs only 105 lbs, "and she's insanely fine."  I also found out that he called me a "butter-body."  Meaning, I'm beautiful in the face but my body's not so hot.  I'm tired of it.  It really hurt and I'm just really tired of blending in cuz my weight's so average.  I want to stand out.  I'm going to stand out.

           I've developed a workout ruitine that should really help me out.  I'm also cutting out all the snacking and eating less processed foods.  If I ever feel the need to snack or eat out of boredom or habbits, I'm going to try and write in a journal or sketch or something.
       
          My greatest fear is being forgotten.  I do a lot of nice things for people but, naturally, hardly anyone remembers.  In my family, all of my cousins have something extreme, or really neat, that helps them stand out.  I used to be the athletic one.  I played tennis all throughout my high school career and half of college.  I even got a tennis scholarship.
      
          But that's in the past and I need to find something else that will bring out my personality without it being blocked by flab or curves.  I want to make others extremely jealous.  Nowadays, you can't do that anymore by being the only girl who's a Trekkie or still reads comics in groups.  Or the only girl who has the ability to tutor in several different math classes while taking them.  I want to stand out in my physique, in a crazy hot, tiny, fit, way.  That would make my day. 

Monday, 10 August 2009

  • Savior by Lights

    The night is deafening when the silence is listening
    And I'm down and my knees
    And I know that something is missing.
    Because the back of my mind
    is holding things I'm relying in
    But I choose to ignore it
    Because I'm always denying them

    I'm a bit of a manic when it's not as I plan it
    Cause I start losing my head and then I get up in a panic
    Remember when we were kids and always knew when to quit it
    Are we denying a crisis or are we scared of admitting it?
    I don't want to know

    I just want to run to you
    And break off the chains, and throw them away
    I just want to be so much
    And shake off the dust that turned me to rust
    Sooner than later I need a savior
    I need a saviour

    It won't ever change if you want it to stay the same
    I really hate it but I know
    It's hard to choose if you're chained and when
    It's all you control cause you've got nothing left to hold
    You're getting tighter and tighter
    It's getting harder to let it go
    I don't want to know

    I just want to run to you
    And break off the chains, and throw them away
    I just want to be so much
    And shake off the dust that turned me to rust
    Sooner than later, I need a saviour
    I need a saviour

    Stand me up and maybe I won't be so small
    Free my hands a feet and maybe I won't always fall
    save me

    I just want to run to you
    And break off the chains, and throw them away
    I just want to be so much
    And shake off the dust that turned me to rust
    I just want to run to you
    and take off the chains and put them away
    I just want to be so much
    and shake off the dust that turned me to rust
    Sooner than later, I need a savior
    I need a savior

Sunday, 09 August 2009

  • Who controls my life?

    I'm looking at different optometry schools.  I've already put together a list of schools.  My parents asked if I had the list ready and when I told them, they disagreed with all but 2 out of 6.
    I was the one who picked to go to Optometry.

    I'm the one who's trying to decide what to do with my life.  Not you guys.
    Then it's argued that because the parents are helping pay for it, it's mostly their decision. Thank you?
    I didn't even ask for it.  I was already setting up a financial plan for loans and how to pay them back afterwords.  Mind you I'm 21 years old.

    Everytime I get a part time job with school, I'm nagged and yelled at until I quit.  My grades are straight A's with the exception of a B here and there.  A 3.7 gpa as a senior at a major university.

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