I'm supposed to be studying. I thought I'd declare that right away, for the sake of those reading this that are wondering 'doesn't she get that she needs to study'. Yes. I get it. I need to study.
(wipes hands) Now that THAT's out of the way.
(twiddles thumbs)
While getting ready for school (which consisted of me exchanging sweat pants I slept in for a new, cleaner, equally wrinkled pair of sweats and a t-shirt), I glimpsed my reflection and suddenly felt like I must have lost weight. Excitedly, I went to the scale and stepped onto it with great confidence. Maybe that one workout and that one cookie I gave up acted like a magic spell and transformed me into a hotter new me.
(insert sound of losing game show contestant here). I barely lost anything. In my moping state, I then bought a brownie from the school cafe and wallowed in my misery. Maybe eating honey nut flavored cream cheese straight out of the jar with a knife and marveling over how close to cheese cake it tastes, was not the best of ideas.
Oh well (shrugs).
I'm really behind in all my work. I'm that runner in that long distance race that stepped on a stone 2 minutes into the run. Out of breath and in pain already, finishing, or even catching up to the rest of the contestants, seems impossible. Thinking of how much you have left to go, suddenly your gasping for breath. Diamonds, chocolate, hot guys, forget em - your greatest desire becomes being able to do nothing. Clarify, doing nothing without feeling guilty. I do nothing all the time. But guilt maligns it.
"Ok then friends", I'm off to step back onto the track, wish me luck!
I thought I was the only one that ate cream cheese right from the box!!!
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