Soy Un Perdedor

This song captures my blue days.

I don't know why I'm blue.

My life is finally going on track but I keep repeating these words.

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

But I really don't wanna die.

I've just seen a face and I have fallen.

And I want to see Scott Pilgrim Vs The World.

I must admit, being a geek has it's up sides.

I however enjoy the runner's high and the feel of a good work out.

These song comes to mind and makes me feel better.

Well, someone tell me, when is it my turn?
Don't I get a dream for myself?
Starting now it's gonna be my turn.
Gangway, world, get off of my runway!
Starting now I bat a thousand!
This time, boys, I'm taking the bows and
Everything's coming up Rose!
Everything's coming up roses!

Be happy and let live.

Gosh, I have a job come next week.

My first job ever.

:D

Everything is coming up Roses.

Good Night World!

He broke my heart and I broke his everything. JK. Just his X-Box. :p

My everything hurts.

Working out is a bitch but my abs are so happy.

Just stopped my sit up, push up routine to blog.

Not sure why I do this.

Maybe it's a sort of hope for acceptance.

I have always taken pride in my appearance.

And Cell Block Tango just came on.

Time to dance.

Be right Back.

Back.

Regardless, I do it.

All this work and what did it get me.

A flat stomach. :D

Night world.

My back hurts.

Summer's here and I'm doing everything I said I'd be doing except learning how to dance and drive. Oddly enough, I am not satisfied in the tiniest bit.

I think it's worse cause someone sent me a message asking me what I was up to on a Sunday night. I would get it if today was Friday or Saturday or any other day but can't a girl get some rest or something. Be working my social life like a slave.

Just kidding.

Because as we know, I have no social life.

But I am oddly coming to terms with it. I might not have the all so exclusive, elusive, glamorous social life I had dreamed of but there are moments when I am content.

For instance, I was at the post office. Just came out, about to head downtown for no reason what so ever. And this guy calls me over to his car and asks me to help him get his mail cause he couldn't get into his walker. He had a wheelchair in the back. Now, of course, my paranoia from Fringe almost took over me but I did it just for the heck of it, all the while hoping there wasn't a bomb in his deposit box. A man has never been more thankful than that old man right there.

When events like that occur, I rethink my life and feel content.

All I know is, I gotta get to that gym tomorrow and then hit the grocery store.

Funny how I started out unsatisfied. And now, I feel at peace.

Can't wait to start work.

Clueless.

[PS. Signing up for belly dancing classes. Won't this be funny?]

Summer Days

So weird that it's summer again.

Even weirder that I live next to these weird chaps.

Weird that Anh has me hooked on Chinese food.

Strange that ratio at the School Of Mines got worse.

Stranger that I have to fix up a bike for my summer use.

Maddening that I am obsessed with abs and obliques.

But it does look promising.

Here's to the 3 Fs.

No long thing.

Don Really Fucked Up

There are times when you know you've fucked up and times when you really don fucked up. I was talking to Logan last night and we were having a pick-up lines competition. (Sound familiar?) So, I went through my archives for stuff I had used on Tony. Let's just say. I really don fucked up.

No, I have no interest in dating him or anyone for that matter but ... how did I turn something like that into hate. I must be a monster which would explain why both exes don't talk to me. I am becoming a new/ better person day by day. And I'm learning to be my age and act mature. Here's to life and all it entails. And now ... To The GYM!

Niyi, I'm sorry and kinda want to be friends.

On the girl's bathroom door?

Thanks Mines for forgetting that girls actually exist.

I didn't know I had semen in me. Hmmm. These breasts are for fancy!

WIN!

OMG; I'm on a Pro Ana site.

Okay. WEIRD!

All I wanted to do was find a site that had a picture of Federline Jones; a character from the retarded incest cousin of Family Guy, The Cleveland Show. (I wanted to show the pic to Skyler so he'd understand what I refer to anytime I see Jamie Motherfucking Dale.) Then I saw a site about Hayden Panettierre's new hips, which I do not think are fab on her. Yes, I am not hot but I don't wear a bikini for a reason.

I tried looking up a site to find out, if she had gotten depressed like K-Fed. Not gonna lie, I used to be her fan until I heard her sing. Yeah ... she should ... Yeah. And next thing I know, I'm on a Pro Ana site. They even have Starving Tip Of The Day!

I think Dakota Fanning is looking fab in this picture =>

But apparently, they think she needs to lose more weight.

I am fascinated to find that there are girls who consider themselves so un-beautiful (note I didn't say ugly) that they decide to strive to fade out of existence. I will confess that there have been times where I have been slightly anorexic and tried to avoid eating but I have come to see myself for the person I can be.

I am not there but I am still myself and a full rounded beauty. I do not understand why Americans push the idea of perfection so much when they have such obese people here. Um, hello, LEARN TO BE HEALTHY! Then again, to each his own definition of beauty.

To Life and Health and Beauty.