mymichele's Diaryland Diary
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Hunger, review whore, and other such things
My mission for tonight: To stay home and clean my room from top to bottom. It will be clean by the time I go to bed. Or... or.. I just won't go to bed, damnit.
I'm tired of this sunny cold day crap. If it's going to be cold, why can't it be all dark and rainy and shit? I hate sunny days. I know I'm a freak, but I highly dislike them. It's supposed to snow this weekend. Snow in March? What the hell is up with this crap? HUH? HUH?!
I signed up for about 37 reviews today. I'm not sure why.. at this point it's really a pointless activity. Most of the reviews I've gotten have been really positive, so I'm not sure why I'm still on this constant search for recognition. I did get a really cute one, though. Everyone go see my review at Bad Poetry Reviews! Cuz it's all cute and stuff.
My class for tomorrow was cancelled, and that would rock if I didn't have to go to the stupid staff meeting. I would be able to go to BB's a day early and have good times and other such things. But that is okay. As a reporter, I have to make such sacrifices sometimes, right, right?
My bra doesn't fit right. Nothing fits right anymore.. I know if I'd skip the McDonalds bagel every now and then, things would fit alot better. But the temptation is too great. I am forever destined to be a big fat ho. Anyway, I need some new jeans and new shirts and it sucks to be fat. I'm a 120 pound chick in a big fat girl's body. I look at myself in the mirror and still see myself as a 16 year old, not the fat chick I am.
Sorry, that was just a little rant. I'll shut up now.
I'm hungry.
 | You are Kermit! |
You're a classic. You're popular. What else could you ask for? Maybe a taste in music, but that's up to you.
Which John Cusack Are You?
5:29 p.m. - February 28, 2002
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