Back To School

Oh my god, I am freaking out. School starts next week and I have absolutely nothing prepared. Not even a checklist. And I leave in 3 days on a plane to New York. I still have my medical papers for a physician to fill in! I’d like to think I’m under stressing out because it sounds a lot worse than it is. I’m going to save my 500 page summer reading for the plane, which sounds like a good idea.

This is how I feel right now, but not as cute.

I’m sweating right now and it’s only 16 degrees. I’m being very paranoid, I tell you.

But the good thing is that I’ve managed to write two songs in a day, which usually takes me weeks to do that because I tend to drag it out. Pretty much, that’s the only thing I’m proud of.

Have you ever opened the fridge and it’s empty. Apart from a few juice cartons and food that required to be cooked? That’s me right now. I offered to go grocery shopping with my mom (I really have nothing to do.) so I could get food I like, but then she said that I wasn’t allowed to get “unhealthy foods”. What the flip (okay she was being totally reasonable), but can’t you see I’m dying here? No, probably not. I mean, I look pretty healthy.

Aside from that, my dad just won’t stop yelling. Especially when he’s frustrated, which leads to him losing his temper. I swear, he’s like a time-bomb just waiting to be ticked off.

Okay, whatever. I’m so over it. I have bigger problems to worry about. But I’m going to eat┬ásome cherries right now. I love cherries. (See mom? I’m eating healthy.) No, but seriously. I actually do.



The Anon


You can’t deny my love

Man, this is annoying. My mom’s convinced I need to exercise, (which I probably do), so she made me bike 10 miles.

See, the thing with exercising is that it should be fun, but apparently that’s not the case for me.

Well yeah, I mean if you sign me up for soccer or something as exercise, I’d probably love it. I just can’t stand doing an ‘alone’ exercise.

So after, I come home sweaty and feeling completely horrible. Me being me, the first thing I ask for is food and she rejects me! Then she goes on about how I need to stay fit.

Um, mom, I’m pretty sure I’m not overweight. But nope, no food.

I don’t know if you’ve tried this, but as a kid (like when I was 12), I tried to maintain a running schedule. Needless to say, that obviously failed. Otherwise my mom wouldn’t be doing this to me now.

And then there’s always the juggle between junk food and staying healthy.

Yeah, my life story up there. I have stashes of m&m’s, oreo’s, chips etc. hidden in multiple places in my room. How do I have that and stay healthy? Well, I don’t.

Too bad, mom. Guess you can’t deny┬ámy love for food.



The Anon