So Anna and Sean came over at 8 am this morning. Surprise! I woke up, and groggily made some coffee. I had gone to bed at 4:30 am. Heh.
After finally waking up to the point of being able to drive, we all headed out to grab a bite at Arnie's. Sunday's are so strange there. I'm pretty sure that's the place all the church-goers go for the Sunday Brunch after church. I walked in and there was a man playing on a piano, and I instantly felt like I was at a funeral. It made eating feel strange, not to mention my black zipper jeans and star covered hoodie were probably not the appropriate attire compared to everyone else in the restaurant. Oh well. Still was decent food. I had a Veggie Ciabatta. This less cheese thing is killing me though. Never realized how much I loved cheese ha ~
After we went over to Best Buy to look at Microwaves. Got a pretty little one by Sharp.
I like the grey look to kitchenware. :)
Next door was a flea market that I had never noticed before. We decided to venture in. It wasn't the best one I had ever been to - most of the stuff looked like it was straight from 30 year old storage. I did manage to find a book with writing in the front cover. Someone had bought it as a birthday give, in 1845! Old books are so neat.
I managed to find one thing I liked, though. A nice pull over hoodie. Most of my hoodies have the zipper in the front - and most of the zippers are broken. Sometimes I like to just sit around in a big pullover one and relax. <3
After that I told them I had to take a nap before work because, well, 3.5 hours wasn't cutting it. I curled up in bed and fell asleep within 5 minutes.Two hours later and it's time for work~
When I drink, SHE comes out. The completely not giving a shit girl. The girl who will tell you what she thinks and what she feels. She doesn't take shit from anyone, and doesn't care if you're offended or try to argue back. Go ahead. I dare you. Say shit to me. I'm fat, I'm happy, and I'm worth more then any terrible comments you can throw at me. The internet is just full of a bunch of pussy ass bitches that talk shit. If we were face to face, where would your words be? They wouldn't be leaving your mouth, that's for sure. And if they did, they'll happily be greeted with my own in retaliation. Here it's not worth the argument, they're all not worth the energy. Come visit me, say it to my face, then I'll THINK about giving a shit. k? :)
I have a warning for anyone that asks me advice when I'm like this, though. I don't "beat around the bush". I don't tread lightly. I'll tell you my opinion on the subject and I'll be bluntly truthful. If I think you're being a dumbass, I'm going to tell you. It's my opinion, and you asked for it. Have a problem with honestly? Then don't ask. Simple.
Have a good night, lovelies. :P :)
Watching documentaries on obesity makes me want to work out.
It reminds me of before my surgery. Back when I was 275 lbs. I was tormented because of my weight. I felt like shit, like nothing. I was told I was worth nothing. It's hard to switch from being completely despised to being treated like a decent human being after losing weight. I really fucks with your psyche. That's why sometimes when I look in the mirror - I see myself as huge. I still see myself as worthless. I try to drive off those thoughts as much as possible, but it's hard.
I've been this way from an early age. I'll give you an example. When I was 5 I went to my mother and asked her if I could have a different body. She asked why, and I replied, "I don't like mine. I just want to be like everyone else." It broke her heart. But it starts young now. The constant bashing on fat people and such.
I understand there's another side of the spectrum where skinny people get a lot of flack as well, but I'm talking about my experience. We all should just accept eachother as who we are. I hate the judgement that's being thrown around now-a-days.
argh. end rant. off to gym.