I take a stand against everything the logical part of my brain tells me: fat is 100% evil. At least my fat is. Why does my body hate me so? All I want is to be pleasantly chubby, is that too much to ask? I got this far, why oh why must it muhahaha at me now? I've been so good to it!

Oh shuddup y'all, I deserve a good whine. I just spent the last hour staring at my freakishly thick calves in the mirror while on the walker-machine-thingie. No gym for me today - the MP3 is all fritz-y, and it's raining so no nice outside jog as well. I'm so cranky when I have to exercise inside. There's nothing at all to look at and I get bored out of my mind. Blrgh.

But anyway, I had an interesting discussion with my friend today about our English tests. The teacher - who's a complete loon like most of my teachers - drew smilies all over my test and crossed out O.K.s, while on hers there's mostly stuff that looks like swastikas. The signs didn't have anything to do with the actual test, we got exactly the same grade. How very bizarre. Honestly, I can just about expect anything from my teachers - from sitting and mumbling in the corner to randomly bursting into song in the middle of a lesson. Loons, I tell you, the lot of them.

And by the way,( There might be some blasphemy in this bit, I don't care )

And I almost forgot - Auntie!Mode!Pic!SP@M! Oooh, I'm this close of running out of space in that photobucket account. I keep telling myself I shouldn't buy a paid PB account, I can just as easily open another one, and there are way better things to spend my credit on. But I restrain myself still. Is there a part in the brain that's in charge of the 'BUY BUY BUY NOW DAMN IT!' function? Because I think mine is working overtime. But anyway...

( Rom is the name, babyism is the game )

And that is all ;) I'm off to take a bath now.