Big Pants and Embarassing Jumpers

Bridgie Jones on tv. Win!
I love this movie. But not as much as I love this girl. She is my soul mate. Although I am 100% straight, I am positive that Bridget Jones is my other half.

Clothes Pegs and Opposable Thumbs

So, I just went out to the washing line to hang out some clothes.
(I was told to by the way, I didn't choose to do this).
I was proud of myself for doing it in under five minutes.
Until my mother pointed out that I hadn't put pegs on any of them.
Greeeeeat.

Also, Sabina and I had a random word day in school. We had lots of random words swimming around in our heads. Here's how our conversations would go :

Bina : I have a really strong urge to say opposable thumbs.
Me : That sucks major giraffe abortions.

Wow, Destery has impacted our lives so much.

Diets and Depression.

First day of "diet". When I say diet, I really mean cut out all the shite I usually eat. Unfortunately I had Jaffa Cakes and Snax when I opened my lunch box. Lordy me, I could not resist. I really have to start packing my own lunch. Tomorrow healthiness begins, I promise.

Pasta and potato waffles for dinner, which isn't too bad. Waffles don't have that many calories anyway. Oh, and a cheese bagel for lunch. I'm being good. Ish. For now.

School is depressing. Well, no, the homework is depressing. First night back and homework in nearly every subject? Wait, no, LOTS of homework in every subject. No. Just no.

So, I'm only online to look up my answers on the cheat websites for my exam papers. There is NO WAY I'm doing it myself. I hate trig too much. TOO MUCH. After all, I got 20% in my test. A "dreadful" result. Ptsaah.

Jean Paint and Ice Cream.

I hate the Wii Fit.
Like men, it is a machine. And therefore, it is wrong. Very, very wrong.
The little tinker just told me I'm overweight.
It also says my brother, the footballer who is CONSTANTLY running, has the physical age of a 47 year old. Trust me, the skinny little bitch has the fitness of his own age, which is 9. And a fit one at that.

In other news, I had to literally pour myself into a pair of size 12 jeans from Pennys today. Whoopee. My thighs are now pink, swollen (hah I wish), and angry at me. I'm sure they will punish me, most likely by getting bigger with exercise. Bitches.

I was getting in shape a few months ago. And then I fell down.. It was the mocks, ok?! Not my fault AT ALL. Pressure to do well in exams = stress = anxiety = comfort eating. It's the way my body reacts, I can't help it. Also Easter was last week and, well, the eggs were just calling to me. Again, NOT my fault.

My fingers are getting chubby, I've noticed.. Maybe if I play guitar more they'll tone up. Great exercise for my fingers. OR I could sit at the computer more, and type my fingers thin, while my body gets bigger and bigger until it morphs into the chair. Nice. At least my fingers will be thin. Plus, no one can see me through the computer screen. Google won't judge me.

Got to go, my mum just brought me back an ice-cream..