Sunday, August 2, 2009

Trying to act like the cynical, beeyotch won't work

For some reason I want attention. Guess cause I'm bored. I usually could care less and yet I want it. It's not like I don't get complimented, it's just that I don't do anything.

I need to do something before school starts. Why can't school start already. Feel like I've lost some brain cells. Just a little over a month left. Hopefully, my brain will be spared.

So dramatic, and for what. I never use any of it. Maybe I should try theater again. It was fun in middle school, high school, not at all. Oh, I know why, I don't like people looking at me. That's stupid.

Lists of things to do this week:

Get some rays, oh, sunscreen first
Buy some mascara
Look into a sonicare flexcare toothbrush
Check bank account
Work on a thank you letter for scholarship providers
Talk to mentor
Knock someone upside their head, and say it was an accident.
Get your lazy behind out of bed
Read your library books and turn them in on time this week
Belly dance
Practice you singing and acting (I suck, but I love it.)
Work on collage
Practice prayer; attempt to read some more of bible
Work on scholarships

I need to stop myself

Every week, no, every day, I decide on something, and never commit to it. It is so frustrating. How do I expect to reach any of my goals. I'm not lucking. Although, I have won more contest so far this year, than I have over the past 3 years.

Funny how when I decide I don't believe in luck, I get "lucky". No, I haven't laid up with anyone. I've simply been getting things without expecting them. It would be nice to get rid of all this belly fat, but that actually requires work. Something I know almost nothing about.

This week I was supposed to work on staying off my computer with the exception of scholarship work. Now, I'm on it, on yet another blog. Which is pointless really. I don't even have a journal, yet I'm writing a blog post.

I must be bored. I need to go out. I need to feel the sun on my back. I need to live a less dull life.

My Diet Lacks Vitamin D

The other day I was talking to my mother about taking vitamins. As usual she had something smart to say. Her remark was, 'Some people say that vitamins make them hungrier. They eat more when they're on them.'

I didn't want to be disrespectful. Although anytime I say something, it nearly always is considered disrespectful. So I didn't bother asking were she got these "facts" from. Regardless of what you say with my mother, she's always right, and no matter how wrong you think she is, it's right to her.

For years I begged her to buy me vitamins. The cute little Flintstones ones. Man I wanted those so bad. Now what's the point.

I can't remember the last time I ate an orange. As a matter of fact, I can't remember the last time I ate anything that contained Vitamin D. No wonder I've been in such a pissy mood lately. I need the sun. Don't have any sunscreen yet. Oh well, I'm not going to hurt least I hope not.

Some people really ask for a butt whooping. (No, I'm not referring to my mother. She'd beat my behind)