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[rachg82]

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Damn straight, yo! Man, just look at him in that pic. He is ASKING for me to rape him.



I didn't even get out of bed till like three thirty in the afternoon, today. Heh. Well, I wasn't asleep that whole time, but I could hear Mickey in the family room (which is next to my bedroom, and is where I spend most of my time at home), and didn't feel like being social. Plus, I had that "so. . .tired" dead-weight feeling in my limbs. You guys ever get that? When you've woken up, but your body is just like "Damn, man, if I could become part of this mattress, I would. Don't even ask me to get up."

I was kind of irritated by him, when I first got up, just for being in the family room, because I have days where I don't feel like being around people, and get annoyed when everyone's around, making noise. I want to just yell "Go awaaaaaaaaaaaay!" Hee. Finally, I decided I didn't care, and was going to come in and use the computer anyway. Even though I knew he'd be asking me questions about what I was doing, the whole time. He's all new to computers, and amazed by the internet. So, he's like "Are you talkin' to people?"

Me: "No, I'm reading journals." *turns back to screen*
Him: "What, like people write down their opinions and stuff? Political stuff?"

(he thinks I'm Ms. Opinions now, since our debate, heh)

Me: "Um, no. They're just like diaries, but you can read them, and comment." *turns back to screen*
Him: "And you're reading a diary, now? Like, what happenned to them today? Have you written yours yet?"
Me: "Me? No. And, no, right now, I'm reading an essay someone posted."
Him: *raised eyebrow* "An essay? Ooh. For what?"
Me: "College."
Him: "For a class?"
Me: "No, to get into a college." *turns back to screen, again*
Him: "Which college?"

And on and on and on. Christ. Heh. I hate when people bug you every second, and want to know what you're doing, when you're reading a book, or on the computer. Like, turn back to your football game, and stuff a sock in it, would you? But, he's forgiven, because he won a bet off the game, and is going to buy a box of mixed donuts. Hee. Because he knows my love affair with them. He was like "So, you ate the donuts that were in the drawer, before, didn't you? You like them a lot?" I just was like *gleeful face* "Donuts? You said donuts? Why yes, YES I DO." Hee. Anyone who buys a box of donuts, and says I can eat them too, is cool with me.

Heh, I like how I obsess over every pound on the scale (seriously, I weighed myself today, and it said 98 pounds, right? And I was all "Shit! I was 96 a couple days ago!"), yet love food like it was my soul mate. Ah, well. It's all good. I'll just balance it out, by pulling back the food reins, later in the week.

Random crap. . .

-My Mom thinks I'm the folding sensei master, now. She asked me to come up and help her fold her laundry, and she was all "Wow, I really like the way you folded that shirt. I'm going to pretend I folded it, so Joe thinks it was me." Hee. Whatever, Mom. Have fun with that.

-I'm in a silly, butt wiggling mood. I was walking down the stairs in front of my Mom, and stopped, and shook my booty around, like "take a look at THIS!" Hee! I do that to her, all the time, just to be nutty. And she just laughed, and was like "Corinne does that too. What is with you two?" and I said "I just like to shake what my Mama gave me!" and she said "You are crazy, Rachael." Hee.

-I have new weapons for my Cute!War with you, tink. Those photos my Dad sent me? Just you wait.

Comments

[faithless-suze.livejournal.com]

98 pounds? That's, like, 44kg. *cries* How can you be so tiny!?

Aw, sounds like you had an alright day. *is three days late in commenting thereby rendering this comment irrelevant*

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[rachg82.livejournal.com]

Hee. No comment is irrelevant! Keep in mind, I'm only 4'10. So 98 pounds isn't that tiny. But, I don't really eat all that healthily or anything. I'm all about cheeseburgers and pop tarts. Heh. But, then again, I see some people at Mc Donalds, eating huge quarter pounders with large fries and all. Meanwhile, I get the little cheeseburger, ketchup only, and a medium fry if I'm really hungry. But, point is, I don't starve myself. Although, I did alter how I ate, when I was trying to lose weight before. I used to weigh more like 110, or a couple pounds over that. As for exercising, I used to, but I haven't in a long while. But I walk a lot, and my job burns calories, I think. So, it does take some effort I guess, but I'm really not some picture of great health and fitness.

Last year, though, when I was trying to lose weight, I will say that getting 8 hours of sleep a night, and drinking lots of water REALLY helped. It was like the only time I've ever slept so well, on a regular basis. And, compared to the time when I lost the same amount of weight like a few years before that, it went way easier. They say when you aren't getting enough sleep, that your body has a harder time dealing with sugars and all, like a diabetic (if you're sleeping poorly enough). And this one study linked sleep debts to the increase in obesity.

I like how I go off on total rambling tangeants. Hee.

[rachg82.livejournal.com]

Ooh, also? (hee, wait, there's more!) I read this article recently, with these fitness trainers, who were crazy in shape, and worked out CONSTANTLY, but were still considered over-weight, technically. Just goes to show, that sometimes being healthy isn't about pounds. Some people are just going to be bigger, others smaller. Doesn't mean you can't work with what you've got, but some people are never going to be Kate Moss, no matter how many crunches they do. You know? So, it's about being healthy, and strong. Not the pounds, and skinniness.

Group hug, women! Hee.