Let's Get Healthy!

First of all I deeply apologize for not posting for the last few weeks. I have been working on an upcoming play, and will explain the other part of it in the story below.


So I have been trying to live a healthier lifestyle, because it's about time for it to change. I will come home and sit down at my computer with a bowl of food and watch TV all day or just lie there thinking of how I have no self control.
I am tired of looking at myself and saying, "Today we will be healthy. But I will give that up once I see cookies." Then there will some how magically be cookies in my oven that night.

I want to stop being lazy and gain some control over myself. I would try to workout for a few minutes, then give up, because I didn't like the feeling. I needed some encouragement, and confidence that I can succeed with my plan of living a healthier lifestyle. So I went on YouTube, and found some videos that were just full of confidence, and had tips of how to get healthy.

I made a plan to exercise for at least 30 minutes a day, and try to eat as many fruits and vegetables as possible. Since my family does not want to try to be healthier with me, I am limited to my options of food, but I'm making it work.
 I am not trying to lose weight, but just maintain a healthy one. I'm at the suggested weight for my age and height, so I'm good.
Since I'm a mess with exercising, I have been doing workout plans/challenges. I'm starting a 30 day one on Monday, and I'm excited for that.

*TIPS/IDEAS*

• Don't drink your calories
• Try to get a 20+ minute workout in 4-5 times a week
• Go jogging a few times a week!
• Fruits and veggies over candy (it's a sacrifice we must be willing to make)
• Drink lots of water!
• Try whole wheat instead of white
• Do some exercises while watching TV!
• Put motivational quotes everywhere!

So maybe now you might consider trying to get a little healthier now. Hope you join me on my little fitness journey!

Da's Admirer

Da is so easy to fool (that's why all her "boyfriends" are her boyfriends). About a month ago my friend and I thought it would be funny to leave a little secret admirer note in her gym locker. It was something stupid like

The next day I was at my locker which is right next to hers, and she found the note and freaked out. "Who is this? How do they know which locker is mine?" Then she thought for a second and got scared, "Wait! A boy couldn't get in the girls locker room, so this must be from a girl!"

She looked like she was about to start crying. If you don't know how homophobic she is read my Catch The Lesbian Post. So I told my friend about her reaction so we left another note, and she found it the next day. She thought it was stupid, and "immature". So we left another about how she was beautiful, but she isn't as beautiful as narwhals. She was getting very pissed off by these letters, so the next time my friend left a drawing of her. It looked something like this:

She was so offended because she said the picture made her look fat, but she is always complaining about how she thinks she's fat, so we just want to be honest with her.

A few notes later Da left a note on her locker for her "admirer" telling whoever it is to stop leaving notes.

So we didn't put any notes for 3 or so days. She thought that the notes had stopped. But then we put another arranging a meeting with her.

She saw it and made me go with her to meet whoever it is. Da and I went to the meeting spot to wait for her "lover". She has no idea that the person who leaves her the notes was standing next to her the whole time. So obviously no one showed up to meet her, and she thinks she's all powerful because whoever it is was too afraid to show up.
After that we waited a few days before we left another note, just to confuse her. Today we left her another note, and this will go on for a while. She's ridiculous. This might just be part 1.

I Can Draw?

About last week I got inspired to draw. (I'm not sure by what or why.) So I'm saving a great story until I can get even more exciting details for it. Anyways here's some drawings that I've done.

 

 

The next two are optical illusions.

My next post will include the all famous Da.

Creepy Dude

I had a dream that Da found my blog and I was laughing because then she could know how I really felt about her.



Anyway, so there's this guy at my school who follows people around. And I'm one of the people that gets followed. It's not the kind of following where he keeps his distance, but goes everywhere you go. No. It's more of a he sees you coming, then runs up to you gives you a creepy handshake, won't let go, then talks to you, and talks and smiles creepily. Once he came up behind me (scared me) and said, "You're eyes are pretty." I was like, "Oh thanks." I was very uncomfortable, because I had no idea who this guy is and there's no one else around, so what if he attacks me or something. I could fight him off, but still.

One day after school I was walking with my friend to go to her house, and he stops me, and my friend is like, "What? Who? Why?" He got really close to me, grabbed my hand then pulls me close to him and creeps the crap out of me. I was like, "I've really got to go now." Then my friend and I walked away and he was watching us walk away.

The other day I was with my same friend and he comes out of nowhere and hugs me. Totally making me uncomfortable.

Then puts his face right next to mine. And says, "You look cute today."

I don't know who this guy is! I don't know his name, or how old he is or what the heck his deal is, but I know that he needs to know his limits or I will not hesitate to punch him next time. I am not ok with this.
Then today he came up and sat next to me during lunch. I was panicking. But then he got up and left.

Now wherever I go I have to check before I turn a corner if he's there. Not. OK.

YMCA

My brother was singing the "YMCA song" and it made me think of the one and only time I went to the YMCA.
I think I was about 8 or 9 years old, and everyone there was super rude. I was playing in the kids play room and I remember there was a slide that was tall and really dark on the inside. I was pretty sure that there was a giant spider waiting for me in it.

When I finally went down it I thought that it would never end and there were sharp turns that made me think that I was going to be killed and left for the spider. At last I could see light at the end of the slide. When I slid out I was hit in the face by a large foam (the foam was very hard) sword, being swung by a kid maybe 1 or 2 years older than me.

I believe that I started crying and then got made fun of by teenagers who were volunteering there. An adult came in the room and sent me outside for "upsetting the other kids", and the kid who hit me got away with it.

 I think that I later snuck back in the room and hid behind a mirror.

"It's fun to be at the YMCA!" is a lie. That song is a lie.

Noses

Pretty much everyone has a nose (except for Voldemort), and everyone's noses look great on their faces. Except for me. My nose has been annoying me so much. I never really noticed my nose shape until some other girls were talking about their new nose rings, and I turned around to see what they were making such a big deal over. One girl said, "Wow! Bri! You have the most perfect nose! It's so straight and flat!" And I turned back around and got on with my business and started thinking about how my nose was flat. Then I wondered 'What does my nose look like?'

I found a mirror and noticed that my nose was in fact NOT straight or flat. I realized that I have a huge bump on my nose and it looks broken. From then on I was very self conscious.

I started asking friends what they thought, and most of them said, "It looks fine. There's no bump." I had to ask, "Are you blind?" I asked my mom what she thought and she just said, "It's from my side of the family. It's their nose, and you've got it!" I was feeling pretty pissed for being cursed with this nose.
If anyone else's nose looked like this they would look fine, but not me. I feel very abnormal and I can't help but feel that everyone is staring at me because of it.

Sadly nose surgery costs a lot of money and I could never get it done. I've tried pushing on the bump for a long time, but I don't think it will work.
But while researching a bit I found this device called Nasofix. It reshapes your nose in a month or so. I haven't ordered it yet, but I really want to, and apparently it works miracles.
The link is http://nasofix.com/  if anyone else wants to try it out.

Twitter: @ylimes3

Thumbs down to my school

So I had been thinking that this year was actually going good.
Wrong!
Huh. What changed my mind? Probably just about everyone there did. Where do I start with my story?

How about Da. Remember her from my Lesbian Post? She is the most dramatic chick I have ever met. To sum up what has happened with her from my last post with her in it, her boyfriend broke up with her, she was/is totally depressed, got kissed at MORP four times by some guy she just met, and now he doesn't want to talk to her.
She actually though that the guy that made out with her that she just met would be her true love. Why doesn't he like you Da? Because it was a dare! What? No way? Yea. She told everyone about what happened and asked for advice hoping someone would say, "Ooh.. He likes you!" (It never happened) Da also tells everyone about how her life is.
"I look fat. I'm so sad." "I'm ugly. I'm so sad." "I have an eating disorder. *eats bag of Cheetos*" "Why am I gaining weight?" *sends pictures of her eating cupcakes and chocolate and ice cream out of the container* "Why does everyone hate me?" Ask anyone what the think of her, and they will most likely say that she's an attention seeking bi*ch. She also said that I look like a boy because of my hair, said I don't try to look nice and it's obvious, and that I'm fat. You can not, can NOT look at yourself (who weighs 10lbs more than me), say you are fat, say you are skinny, and call me fat.

Moving on to the next person that annoys the heck out of me. His name is Case. He's a bit on the short bus side of life, but that shouldn't make me look like a bad person. He has to be part of every conversation, every skit in Drama, and thinks that everything is funny. In English the other day my teacher pulled up my essay (without my name on it thankfully) and she criticized everything about it and Case, who didn't even start his essay till the day it was due, says, "This is the worst essay ever! Who wrote this? This is so terrible." I was about to get up and smack him. He also said that if you have low self esteem, you will play Dungeons and Dragons, and then kill yourself. I honestly don't understand that. Last weekend I was out walking my dog and I came down the street and he was at the bottom of the street, so he ended up walking like 20 feet behind me the whole time. I was so pissed off. And my dog wanted to play with his 3 dogs, so I was in a very uncomfortable situation. He is so loud but doesn't pronounce words right, so it's sometimes impossible to hear what he is saying.

Today I got a surprising compliment from this one. I was very confused, and didn't want to accept the compliment.
This is my gym teacher. Oh I'm sorry, I mean coach. I'm pretty sure this dude majorly dislikes me. Whenever he is giving instructions, he looks directly at me to make sure I'm paying attention. If one of my friends is messing around when they are next to me, he yells at me. I didn't do 50 perfect pushups, so I am a failure in life. When we were doing the "California State Fitness Testing" he had the "mean girls" help him out with weighing and finding the BMI of students. When it was my turn the girl looked at my weight and BMI and made this, "Oh." sound and snorted. When she gave our "coach" the information, he sighed in disappointment. (Da had to get weighed also and freaked out when she found out her results) Today he gave us his story of how he wanted to be in the NFL but ended up being a gym teacher. For these next few weeks we will be focusing on football. So to start we had to throw a football at a trashcan and try to hit it. A lot of the other girls are missing by a mile, and he doesn't say anything, but as soon as I throw it, and get it relatively close, he pulls me over to tell me to throw it different. The next time I threw it I almost hit the trashcan with a great throw. He (you will never believe this) actually said, "Good job!" I wasn't sure how to react with this positive comment.

Another thing that pisses me off is hearing other students stories of last night's party, and how hung over they are, and how they are gonna get soo drunk and smoke sooo much on Friday.
Then there are the girls who wear heels and short skirts and strapless tops (all not approved by the dress code...) who stick their chest out as far as it can go when talking to boys. I can not stand these people at my school.

I hate this school. I don't understand the students who are full of school pride. I don't understand anyone here.

Till next week.


Twitter- @ylimes3

Successful? I guess not.

Anytime I have ever been asked what I want to do with my life I am told that, "It's not going to happen." or, "It's never going to amount to what so-and-so is doing." Then the next day the same people will tell me, "I want you to do what makes you happy." I enjoy blogging. It's fun to just talk about whatever I want and have other people listen in a way.

I have told some family members about my blog, and I get the same reaction from all of them.

Then I get the, "Are you seriously going to have a blog? Do something more productive. So you're just making a blog because you are a failure at success?"

Some people ask me what I'm good at so I can get ideas of what I could do in life instead of what I am doing.

"I'm good at interior design."

"I can work pretty well with technology."

"I'm not bad at retail..."

I always get this same question, "Are you good at writing?" So I answer with,
"Yeah, sorta."
"THAT'S IT! Be an author."
"I only really want to write on my blog..."

What about mattress testers? Can I do that? I think when someone asks me what I want to do with my life I will answer with, "I want to be a homeless person." Then when I am successful, they will be super surprised.

My brother on the other hand doesn't want to do anything with his life. And everyone says he will be so good at everything and he will be super successful. He tries to be controlling and argue with everyone, and people say that he would be a good lawyer or a President. If I was to argue with people on the same level as him, I would be shunned from the family and everyone else.

Maybe people doubt me because of my failure life dreams as a child. They involved working in a fast food restaurant for the rest of my life and owning a mansion in Hollywood because I would have a popular talk show...

But, I do have plans that people will doubt and laugh at me for believing in.

I'll tell you right now I can make some really good Mac & Cheese and if you keep doubting me and then come to me begging for food, you ain't getting any.

None of this matters, because when the zombie apocalypse comes, I'm outliving you all... Bye!