I think I’m allowed to be shallow every once in a while

AHHH! I am in such a lousy mood right now (then again, when am I ever cheerful?), and this probably explains why. There’s this cool punk song by some obscure band that I heard on this old CD I burned about a year ago. For some reason, the song is stuck in my head right now. I must have deleted the mp3 because it isn’t in my computer, and I tried looking for the CD but it’s gone too. And now I’m going completely out of my mind trying to remember how the chorus went so I could at least do a lyric search for it. It’s driving me crazy! I tried listening to something else but no, my brain won’t settle for anything other than that song. And it’s playing in my head over and over again, without any lyrics–just a tune. Is that really twisted or what? Argh!!!

I had better get my period soon because I’m going to a pool party next Friday and there is no way I am going to show up with my belly all bloated up and sticking a mile long in front of me. Not only that, but whenever I have PMS, I also end up having this huge appetite. I’d literally eat anything (edible) I can get my hands on. Naturally, that doesn’t do much wonders for my already flabby figure. You know what I feel like devouring right now? One of my favorite snacks–spring onion crackers with chunky salsa on it. But I dare not risk consuming the extra calories. Right now I feel a severe loathing for all my stick-figured friends who can eat and eat and never gain a single pound. Grr. My pride tells me that I seriously need to exercise or lose weight or something within a week. Michelle is going to be at that party and she is fleshier than I am. If she ends up looking better in a two-piece than me I will just die. Curl up and die.

Okay. I have already somewhat calmed down and now I am listening to this CD called Rockapella that I borrowed from Gide. I’m not much into acapella songs but this is cool to listen to for a change.

My Math/Calculus teacher is coming back next week from her maternity leave. I’m gonna be real sorry to see my present Math/Calculus teacher go, not because he was a great guy, but because he’s boring. No more talking or sleeping during Math class! And the funny thing is, even if I never pay attention to him, I can answer his tests without breaking a sweat. He’s a 22-year old guy who looks like he’s about 17, and I guess the reason why he’s so lenient to us is because he still remembers what it was like to be young. I hope I never forget what it was like to be young. I probably will though. I mean, I always thought I’d never forget what it would be like to be eight or nine or ten. Now I wrinkle my noses at kids their age.

I’m going to make Chris a CD. Just because. I hope he likes it.