Crazy like a bedbug!

I remembered one of the things I was going to post.

I saw a truck. A ford. Pickup. Old-ish looking, nothing post '90 or so.

It had.
A NOS sticker.
On the back window.
I died.

On a medium note.

I had my monthly weighin at curves.
Lost 6.5 inches, the lady read the scale wrong, so she said 178 when it said 177.
Whatever, I know how much I weigh.
They didn't account for the three pounds of weave, either.

Now the mistake. I told my mom about my "9 lb" lost, which was really 10(from the scale being read wrong), which was really more like 13 (weave), in a month.

She won't get off of the starting weight...

::rolls eyes::

A gross:

Mum seems to be a flea vector. (Of magnitude n and direction x)
Every time she comes into the room, I find/pluck about 6 of them. They must be in the kitchen, or something.
I can deal with them about the house, we had the mini-stinkies.
I can almost deal with them harrassing me, that's what they do.
But I can't deal with them being on mom, who always comes, sits on my bed, and leaves a few. That's just gross.

My traps have caught a decent number of the creepy little bloodsuckers.

Now she's on the "You're too fat for a car" bullshit again. She says I have to get down to 150. Time to not eat for a week, haha.

It's starting to storm. :/

She keeps saying I need protein...

I could use some protein. *nod* Perhaps of the cookie-flavored shake variety.

Oh, and my grandma wants me to play for her church next Sunday.
1. I'm not terribly fond of church.
2. It's a black church. I don't do black church, I read music.
3. I haven't touched the damn piano in years.
4. Even though I've performed for nearly 15 years straight, I haven't in about three.

I'm debating if I should do it, it's an "easy" 50 dollars.

My mom is all YOURE GOING TO DO IT BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHARRHGHGHGHGH!RFARH!

Now shes thumbing through my hymnal and singing and picking out songs. Just because she likes to sing it doesn't mean I can play it.

I wish she'd STFU. Seriously.

Because I have to do it because of this that other and such and such.

Yeah. Right.

lack o sleep
My collection of random responces: Whats worse, your pickup truck with a NOS sticker, or a mercury SUV with spinners on it? yay for lost weight. I wish i could lose weight, but i'm a lazy bastard. Here's to eating better next semester! I'm gonna start cooking chicken and stuff again on the grill and cut going to wendy's et al. Fleas are evil. Have you found anyone wanting the mini stinkies? Have you tried the freecycle network? Protein.... I can't believe your mom is using your weight as a reason to not get you a car. I think it is the "I was bluffing when I said I would do it, so now I need some other excuse not to do it" manuver. My mom does it to me all the time. I would pay $50 not to play piano at a black church, but I haven't played in 6 years, and am not black. Good luck and good night sweet princess my dreams.
» .emaN (24.228.4.240) on 2006-06-27 03:01:48

Awwww
We tossed the minis outside. They'll come in when the house is flea free.

I wonder if Br tags work.

My mom has always done the put things off bullshit. Pisses me off.
» ikimashokie on 2006-06-27 12:49:04

holy sheesh, they do!

Yay!
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