Man, I hate it when my mom decrees a beautiful day to be cleaning day. The exterminator guy just came and sprayed the yard for wasps, too! I should be out right now trying to fix my pasty whiteness, but noooo. I hate you, Mr. Vaccuum Cleaner. >:C
My mom just announced that it's almost 100% set in stone that we are going to the beach in June, and I started freaking out. There will probably be hot girls there, and I think I'm fat. It's a tragedy! Whatever shall I do? D:
I looked at myself in the mirror this morning and decided I was actually only a little bit fat, but I definitely don't want to go to the beach looking like this. I feel so gross. I'm 5'3" and about 130-135 pounds. You have no idea how disgusting I felt just typing that. I haven't really grown since I was about 13, so I'm probably done with that.
I do intend to lose a few pounds before June, but I'm really stressing about the kinds of things I should wear. :S I hate my thighs. That's actually the main thing that bugs me. A couple of years ago, I lost 30 pounds because I was really fat, and I intended to keep going until I weighed 120 pounds, but my mom was jealous of my progress and ordered me to stop. I really wish I had just ignored her. Anyway, I lost all that weight, and somehow it barely managed to change my thighs at all. D: But if I lose weight from anywhere, I want it to be from there, and I don't know how to achieve this.
No one ever calls me fat except for the people who call me every other name in the book. (Ironically, one of them has a HUUUUGE ass.) So it's not like everyone tells me I'm huge and disgusting.
On a lighter note, my friend just told the internet that she only likes lesbian porn. This made my entire week, and it's only Sunday. I really, really, really need to get back in touch with her... It's too bad she got grounded AGAIN. :'(