So I've recently noticed that I complain a lot and that I seem to get annoyed by a lot of things....I have decided to make a list of everything I hate. Here we go:
1) I HATE when people spell my name with a Y at the end. It's really not that hard to put two dots over an e.
2) I HATE couples that wear matching t-shirts or make mushy Facebook statuses about how much they love each other. No one cares.
3) On that note, I HATE when couples make Facebook accounts together. For example: JohnAndJane Doe. Do you really not trust each other enough to have your own accounts? Or do you like to make people think that you're SO in love that you're like one person instead of two? OR do you just like to confuse the shit out of everyone so they don't know who is commenting on their photo...was it John or Jane? Assholes.
4) I HATE butterfly/dolphin tattoos.
5) I HATE when people pronounce "wash" as "warsh" or anything like that. Where do these imaginary "r's"' come from? Also, if you refer to ALL soft drinks as "cokes" I probably hate you a little.
6) I HATE when people wear socks with flats or Sperrys. Just stop.
7) I HATE when people sing when they aren't good at it. I know my boundaries; if I sound like shit singing a song, I will not continue to sing it in front of people.
8) I HATE when people talk about themselves. I know, everyone does it sometimes...hell my entire blog is about my life and my problems. However, if you're trying to have a conversation with someone, you should probably let the other person talk some. It's not all about you all the time.
9) I HATE when people get tattoos in French or Latin or Italian for absolutely no reason. If there's a meaning behind getting one in a different language, go ahead; but seriously, if you had to put it into a translator, it's probably going to be wrong and you're just going to look like a jackass.
10) I HATE the whole they're, their, and there confusion. It's really not that difficult.
11) I HATE when guys (or girls) post pictures of their muscles or shirtless pictures. Honestly, no one asked to see you half naked..unless you're in a swimsuit..that seems acceptable me.
12) I HATE also when people post pictures of weed on Instagram. Like why do they think that's cool?
13) I HATE when people text me "hey" like four times in a row. If I didn't reply the first time or even the second time, I'm either busy or I don't want to talk. So stop.
14) I HATE when people make Facebook statuses about how drunk they are/were. No one cares about how cool you are.
15) I HATE when people try to talk to me when I'm on the phone...or when I have my headphones in.
I feel like that's not everything, but I'm going to stop now before I seem a little too bitchy.
Monday, April 29, 2013
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Personal Confession
I have a body image problem. Okay, there, I said it. I feel like it's always been in the back of my mind and just never really showed itself until this semester.
Growing up, I've always been small. Very short, very skinny. My older sister used to always be a tiny bit bigger than me...which made sense because she's my OLDER sister. However, in high school she seemed to stop growing (both up and out) as I continued. Since I was about 15 or 16, I've been significantly bigger than my older sister. I have always been short, though, and skinny, just not as small as my sister. I'm maybe 2-3 inches taller and weigh..kind of a lot more than her. This is where the problems began.
You see, my sister and I used to fight a lot. I mean A LOT. I'm pretty sure we fought more than any other pair of sisters have fought before. We were enemies. I hated her, she hated me. In the time period of which we despised each other, my sister found an insult that always worked on me. Any time I was "winning" and argument, she'd throw the "at least I'm not FAT" card at me. This honestly didn't bother me through high school too much because I knew I was still skinny. It would always hurt for a little while and then I'd brush it off. However, since I've been at college it's been a much different reaction.
My sister and I are friends now. I like talking to her and hanging out with her and listening to Fall Out Boy with her. We don't really get into arguments like we used to..but she still likes to throw the occasional "fat" or "ugly" insult my way. I won't even say anything mean and she'll be like "Yea..I'm obviously the prettier sibling." She isn't even joking when she says this. She says it in all seriousness and belief! Another thing she does is she'll be like "I'm taking this shirt (or this pair of pants)" and I'll say, "They won't even fit you" and she'll snap back with a, "Actually, they'll probably fit me better. Everything you wear is too small on you because you're fat." Like WHY is that necessary? It's not. I NEVER say anything like that to her. It makes me want to cry just thinking about it. Like why is she still so competitive? Why does she want me to feel bad about myself?
Anyway, the point of this blog is to confess my body image problem that has gotten so much worse than it was. I have gained 8 pounds since August. I can't even look at myself in the mirror with out getting insanely pissed off or sad. I almost cry every night because I can feel how fat I am when I lay in my bed. I've tried to starve myself, but it's too hard. I wish I could. I eat a maximum of 1100 calories a day though. I feel a little bit better every night when I enter my calorie counter and it says that I'm eating an unhealthy amount of calories a day. I'm going to lose that 8 pounds...maybe even more if I can. I don't want to come back from school and be that girl who gained her freshman 15. I don't think I could handle that.
In closing, I did not write this for attention, advice, help, compliments, or insults. I wrote it to get it off my chest. I don't really feel any better though. I will once I lose that weight. I'll keep you posted, blogger followers.
Growing up, I've always been small. Very short, very skinny. My older sister used to always be a tiny bit bigger than me...which made sense because she's my OLDER sister. However, in high school she seemed to stop growing (both up and out) as I continued. Since I was about 15 or 16, I've been significantly bigger than my older sister. I have always been short, though, and skinny, just not as small as my sister. I'm maybe 2-3 inches taller and weigh..kind of a lot more than her. This is where the problems began.
You see, my sister and I used to fight a lot. I mean A LOT. I'm pretty sure we fought more than any other pair of sisters have fought before. We were enemies. I hated her, she hated me. In the time period of which we despised each other, my sister found an insult that always worked on me. Any time I was "winning" and argument, she'd throw the "at least I'm not FAT" card at me. This honestly didn't bother me through high school too much because I knew I was still skinny. It would always hurt for a little while and then I'd brush it off. However, since I've been at college it's been a much different reaction.
My sister and I are friends now. I like talking to her and hanging out with her and listening to Fall Out Boy with her. We don't really get into arguments like we used to..but she still likes to throw the occasional "fat" or "ugly" insult my way. I won't even say anything mean and she'll be like "Yea..I'm obviously the prettier sibling." She isn't even joking when she says this. She says it in all seriousness and belief! Another thing she does is she'll be like "I'm taking this shirt (or this pair of pants)" and I'll say, "They won't even fit you" and she'll snap back with a, "Actually, they'll probably fit me better. Everything you wear is too small on you because you're fat." Like WHY is that necessary? It's not. I NEVER say anything like that to her. It makes me want to cry just thinking about it. Like why is she still so competitive? Why does she want me to feel bad about myself?
Anyway, the point of this blog is to confess my body image problem that has gotten so much worse than it was. I have gained 8 pounds since August. I can't even look at myself in the mirror with out getting insanely pissed off or sad. I almost cry every night because I can feel how fat I am when I lay in my bed. I've tried to starve myself, but it's too hard. I wish I could. I eat a maximum of 1100 calories a day though. I feel a little bit better every night when I enter my calorie counter and it says that I'm eating an unhealthy amount of calories a day. I'm going to lose that 8 pounds...maybe even more if I can. I don't want to come back from school and be that girl who gained her freshman 15. I don't think I could handle that.
In closing, I did not write this for attention, advice, help, compliments, or insults. I wrote it to get it off my chest. I don't really feel any better though. I will once I lose that weight. I'll keep you posted, blogger followers.
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