So today was less than thrilling. The Social diploma went aight though, because that is kind of what I studied for. Go UN! Lunch was...thrilling. "I was on top. No, wait. She was on top..." *shakes head* Sometimes, I wonder about Nick. But don't we all? Clare, Rabe, and I Wellness Centred ALOT. It was hot. I tried out different wieght machines, and I actually used the treadmill. Hottastic. But all those calories I worked off were ruined by my McChicken after school. *sigh* Oh well, I'm counting it as my super, so hopefully it will balance out better. And I'm going tomorrow during second and probably third, so that will be good. Chemistry was absolutely useless! Why can't we at least do something fun like go outside, or play pictionary or something? Or better yet, have a nap time with the lights off? Why didn't I skip? Oh wait, I had no car, that's why. Damn. Had another "discussion" with Mark after school. Yes, I know I'm a complete hyprocrite and I have problems, but I can deal with them on my own! And when I say I would like to drop the subject and just agree to disagree, I mean it! *sigh* I know he means well, but this is something I will deal with on my own in my own good time. The end. And that was my day. And being as I am now at home, it will definitely get better...coughSARCASMcough. God I hate life.
"Of all afflictions, the worst is self-contempt." - Berthold Auerbach
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k dude, i don't look for a day and then there're three new posts! so this shall serve as a reply to all three. whoa. DON'T FEEL DEPRESSED MARE! i love you even if your mom thinks you're a twerd. Mare, you need to eat and not worry about all this super "let's be so freeking skinny that you blow away in a light breeze" nonsense. Really. You are beautiful and super skinny. You turned sideways today at school for a second and I thought i'd lost ya somewhere for a second until I saw your hair. (it was a little poofy, but you can deal, right?)
back to the mother-daughter conversation...you're a good daughter...i tend to say the things in italics to my dad. except i've kinda laid off lately mostly because i've become rather avoidant.
and now to mark: tell him "Mark, you're hot and steamy and so am I." it's all that's necessary. I don't like "Mare. From concentrate." as much as i like "Mare. The Real Mare. Can you withstand the heat?" I'm sure by his attempts at trying to bring you out he's really just concerned that you feel any less beautiful than you actually are...and he probably thinks that you're so hott, so steamy, and finds it sad when you say "mare is not hot, not steamy." because he finds it not true.
ok so that's my long ramble of a comment. I hope it helps a bit.
and you don't have to fake being happy. i like mare at the realness, and believe me, i can deal with mare, the real deal. i think. but give us a chance, right? if i screw up you can hit me on the head with a sock puppet named Fredericko.
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