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enamouredinteresting things happen on Fridays, but sometimes they start on Thursdays.
Last night I was making myself dinner. I put two frozen corndogs in the microwave, and the package said to put them on for one minute. So I put them on and they're kind of warm. And I took two big bites, then realized that the dogs are cold, so I put them back in for more time. I guess that the two bites contributed to me being sick for the rest of the night and a part of this morning. So yes, heat any meat product for longer than they reccomend on the packaging. You won't regret it.
I also found my copy of Stripped last night. I am incredibly unobservant sometimes because I found it on my CD rack. Is that not the most insane thing ever? I'm convinced that I'm losing it.
And Nolan is being a general ignoramus again. Should've known that was coming. I just can't ignore the crap he says. He is SO not the type of guy I'd go for--annoying, insanely stereotypical, just wouldn't GET me, and is probably intimidated by the fact that if neccesary, I could verbally whup him into the next millennium--and I cannot figure out why his asinine comments get under my skin. I just want to beat him senseless. It's not FUNNY. He's always insulting the girls and this one football player (who hears weight cracks from him too), and he insults my clothes and says I wear the "same thing every day". (why is he paying attention? I don't, but if I did, it's none of his business.) I... God, I just want him to get what's coming to him. I'm trying not to do the whole "eye for an eye" deal, but he REALLY pushes my limits.
I mean, come on. I have been insulted for my weight since third grade. I am TRYING to lose weight. The LAST thing I NEED is for some annoying SOB like him to constantly scrutinize me. I've heard it for nine years, and I'm sick of it.
It wouldn't be wrong of me to kick him where it hurts just once, would it?
Anyway.
I just want to go home, have it be seven, so I can watch Degrassi. Wait, no, first I want to be home so I can go biking/jogging/walking/whatever I feel like doing, THEN have it be seven so I can watch Degrassi.
Oh yeah. Yesterday I went walking around John's block, and John's brother (the annoying kid who has kicked me in the shins before, little brat) tried to mack on me. He's this short little seventh grader, and he was saying stuff like, "Yeah, she likes me!" to this little Asian girl--I guess she was his friend and he was trying to make her jealous or something. She kept saying, "Yeah, right" and I was trying my hardest not to fall into the street laughing. It was great.
Last night I was making myself dinner. I put two frozen corndogs in the microwave, and the package said to put them on for one minute. So I put them on and they're kind of warm. And I took two big bites, then realized that the dogs are cold, so I put them back in for more time. I guess that the two bites contributed to me being sick for the rest of the night and a part of this morning. So yes, heat any meat product for longer than they reccomend on the packaging. You won't regret it.
I also found my copy of Stripped last night. I am incredibly unobservant sometimes because I found it on my CD rack. Is that not the most insane thing ever? I'm convinced that I'm losing it.
And Nolan is being a general ignoramus again. Should've known that was coming. I just can't ignore the crap he says. He is SO not the type of guy I'd go for--annoying, insanely stereotypical, just wouldn't GET me, and is probably intimidated by the fact that if neccesary, I could verbally whup him into the next millennium--and I cannot figure out why his asinine comments get under my skin. I just want to beat him senseless. It's not FUNNY. He's always insulting the girls and this one football player (who hears weight cracks from him too), and he insults my clothes and says I wear the "same thing every day". (why is he paying attention? I don't, but if I did, it's none of his business.) I... God, I just want him to get what's coming to him. I'm trying not to do the whole "eye for an eye" deal, but he REALLY pushes my limits.
I mean, come on. I have been insulted for my weight since third grade. I am TRYING to lose weight. The LAST thing I NEED is for some annoying SOB like him to constantly scrutinize me. I've heard it for nine years, and I'm sick of it.
It wouldn't be wrong of me to kick him where it hurts just once, would it?
Anyway.
I just want to go home, have it be seven, so I can watch Degrassi. Wait, no, first I want to be home so I can go biking/jogging/walking/whatever I feel like doing, THEN have it be seven so I can watch Degrassi.
Oh yeah. Yesterday I went walking around John's block, and John's brother (the annoying kid who has kicked me in the shins before, little brat) tried to mack on me. He's this short little seventh grader, and he was saying stuff like, "Yeah, she likes me!" to this little Asian girl--I guess she was his friend and he was trying to make her jealous or something. She kept saying, "Yeah, right" and I was trying my hardest not to fall into the street laughing. It was great.
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Date: 2003-10-17 12:01 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-10-17 01:16 pm (UTC)girl. I do NOT know what you're talking about.
I saw you in the hallway today,and you are NOT fat!!
I figured I just didnt look close enough when i saw you last time, but you seriously arent.
plus you're tall ! <3
Pfft. no one really likes the way they look.
hey, i'm SHORT ( try 4 ft 11 o_O) AND pudgy.
but I happen to think im pretty cute.
LOVE Yourself
you're beautiful
AND smart. AND you like to read.
you're amazing
<3<3
xoxo
Sara.