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Life as Usual, I Suppose
My phone bill is sadly really really bad this month. And not just my cell phone, oh no, at home too. Apparently everyone in my life that resides overseas has thought up a reason to call me. This is not helping my 'I-want-to-travel-damn-it-itis' I'm this close to killing the next overseas person who rings me by wrapping a cord around their throat, tying it to a willow tree and dropping them.
Well that helped. i swear if I think up punishments and/or ways of homicide it makes me feel better.
I gave into the grandmother and have gone on her diet that she found. I am bloody amazed she agreed to use it! When I first read about it I thought this is way to much sodding food, but in fact, its not. It's very high carb, low fat, and extremely calorie restrictive. It's really a perfect ED diet, because who can argue with being able to get away from the table after a piece of toast as opposed to homemade food extravaganza Granny has daily.
That said? I've managed to gain weight! Granny says "Just don't get on the scale."
Yeah. Right. Like that's possible. I've weighed myself 3 times a day, average, for the past five years. And she says 'just don't step on the scale' How is that bloody possible when you put so much of your self-worth on those little numbers? Its not. Of course, this has thrown me even more back into the mirror-covered hell that is ED-NOS. I was staring at the Stackers in Wal-Mart for a good 2 minutes, knowing she'd never let me take them. She's all gung-ho about every other pill, vitamin, quick-fix, if it means no doctors, but you say 'diet pill' and she hits the roof. Sod that. I'm eighteen now. What she doesn't know won't kill her. I'm sick of my body.
On another topic, I posted a new story on Fanfiction.net, I wrote it for a challenge here on LJ, but it spun out into something I really liked.
I played paintball today, and my leg guard got hit so badly it left a bit of a scratch and a medium sized bruise on my leg. That was wicked.
When I got back from paintball, washed my hair, my grandmother calls. the one kid she still watches is there and she came in the door asking for me. I swear I have a groupie. And she's worse then my cousins who just hang around because, well, I'm heiress. Mo, this one tries to talk like me, sit next to (almost on top of me) at all times. She asked her mum for a collar like mine and according to both her mum and grandmother has talked about nothing but me since a week ago. Eh... when will people figure out that I'm not the best of influences?
Buzz showed me an article in the paper a few weeks ago about how a man killed and dismembered his brother with an electric saw and drove over four counties dropping pieces all around. Now it's 10:00am and I've woken up like 20 mins before this, so the sensible part of my brain that usually censors what I say vs. what i think isn't awake yet.
Me: Cool. Though he should've burned the fingerprints off first, and a saw's a little cliche.
Grandmother: How can you say something like that? It's a tragedy! A man's dead!
Me: Heh, Yeah, right, of course. Stupid me.
Buzz: Y'know you shouldn't tell people things like that. Keep your opinion to yourself.
Me: You showed it to me. You wanted my reaction. A guy's dead. So are lots of others. It doesn't effect me. I didn't know him, he isn't someone I care about or hate. He's a statistic.
This is why we shouldn't talk to me before I fully wake up. Bad idea unless you want Calypso: Uncensored. Circe, that sounded like a Pay-Per-View show. Oh well. Give me $5.35 or however much Pay-Per-View costs and I'll give you my opinions dark and morbid as they may be.
cynicalWell that helped. i swear if I think up punishments and/or ways of homicide it makes me feel better.
I gave into the grandmother and have gone on her diet that she found. I am bloody amazed she agreed to use it! When I first read about it I thought this is way to much sodding food, but in fact, its not. It's very high carb, low fat, and extremely calorie restrictive. It's really a perfect ED diet, because who can argue with being able to get away from the table after a piece of toast as opposed to homemade food extravaganza Granny has daily.
That said? I've managed to gain weight! Granny says "Just don't get on the scale."
Yeah. Right. Like that's possible. I've weighed myself 3 times a day, average, for the past five years. And she says 'just don't step on the scale' How is that bloody possible when you put so much of your self-worth on those little numbers? Its not. Of course, this has thrown me even more back into the mirror-covered hell that is ED-NOS. I was staring at the Stackers in Wal-Mart for a good 2 minutes, knowing she'd never let me take them. She's all gung-ho about every other pill, vitamin, quick-fix, if it means no doctors, but you say 'diet pill' and she hits the roof. Sod that. I'm eighteen now. What she doesn't know won't kill her. I'm sick of my body.
On another topic, I posted a new story on Fanfiction.net, I wrote it for a challenge here on LJ, but it spun out into something I really liked.
I played paintball today, and my leg guard got hit so badly it left a bit of a scratch and a medium sized bruise on my leg. That was wicked.
When I got back from paintball, washed my hair, my grandmother calls. the one kid she still watches is there and she came in the door asking for me. I swear I have a groupie. And she's worse then my cousins who just hang around because, well, I'm heiress. Mo, this one tries to talk like me, sit next to (almost on top of me) at all times. She asked her mum for a collar like mine and according to both her mum and grandmother has talked about nothing but me since a week ago. Eh... when will people figure out that I'm not the best of influences?
Buzz showed me an article in the paper a few weeks ago about how a man killed and dismembered his brother with an electric saw and drove over four counties dropping pieces all around. Now it's 10:00am and I've woken up like 20 mins before this, so the sensible part of my brain that usually censors what I say vs. what i think isn't awake yet.
Me: Cool. Though he should've burned the fingerprints off first, and a saw's a little cliche.
Grandmother: How can you say something like that? It's a tragedy! A man's dead!
Me: Heh, Yeah, right, of course. Stupid me.
Buzz: Y'know you shouldn't tell people things like that. Keep your opinion to yourself.
Me: You showed it to me. You wanted my reaction. A guy's dead. So are lots of others. It doesn't effect me. I didn't know him, he isn't someone I care about or hate. He's a statistic.
This is why we shouldn't talk to me before I fully wake up. Bad idea unless you want Calypso: Uncensored. Circe, that sounded like a Pay-Per-View show. Oh well. Give me $5.35 or however much Pay-Per-View costs and I'll give you my opinions dark and morbid as they may be.
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