foolish fearless

I bought some yoga pants today and a new bra and I feel quite wonderful.

Sitting in bed, drinking orange juice while my tea cools off, and watching ‘Lars and the Real Girl’ in my wonderful-smelling comforter.

All the good feelings are outweighing the bad right now.

There’s nothing more depressing than realizing that not working out because of your FM has caused you to lose all of your upper body strength, to the point where you can’t even do handstands anymore when you used to be a promising gymnast.

My body is a wreck.

once upon a time, I had a really bad night and I ended up spilling tea all over my kitchen floor and making a mess and Nicola sent me a message saying that ‘a bit of tea is good for the finish’ and I kept the message and it’s been saved on my computer ever since.

I don’t have my sleep medicine for the second night in a row so I’m up reorganizing my tags on my posts.

There is only one picture in existence of Zach and I.

i wish we would take cute pictures. I wish I didn’t have a migraine this entire week.

My peers frequently cause me a lot of genuine anguish at just how foolish they are.

I wish F21 sold bandeaus in store at the mall near me so I wouldn’t have to order them offline.

This week has been so weird and rough. Something’s changing and I haven’t been happy being stationary for even a moment.

In other news, I’ve started working out and changing up my diet to try be a bit healthier. The only thing I’ve succeeded in doing is not eating fast food all the time and drinking a lot less soda so. I’m going to go do a late sun salutation and play Wii until my appointment.

Did I mention that my graduation dress I ordered won’t fit over my boobs and now I feel like a cow?

I have now.