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Puking sounds great right now. Yet not. I want to puke and not deal with the acid eroding my esophagus deal. My sleeping schedule is so bad that this has been happening everyday this whole week. Uggghhh. I'm going to wait for that YouTube channel to post the non-Miyazaki directed eps. Those six episodes have totally made me want to watch more. Studying? Didn't go anywhere. *headdesks* I have violin lessons tomorrow. I didn't practice an inch even though I'm on spring break. I hope I won't have a headache in the morning. And I hope I wake up!
Doctor's appointment today was unpleasant. No, I don't have hearing problems, no I didn't admit to all of the health problems I have (If I did, I wouldn't be surprised if they asked. "Are you 70?" XD;), but, uh, my parents complaining and the doctor, agreeing with them, about how fat I am. When I'm stressed, I eat. I can't help it. This year and the last have been just that. BUT GEEZ, I'M SOOORRRYY I'M OVERWEIGHT. The doctor didn't do much during the whole thing, but that just made me more embarrassed. Every time I meet up with another Filipino along with my parents, they always call me fat in Tagalog. Like the doctor. They don't know I can understand at least that much. I've been called fat for almost as long as I can remember, mostly by my parents. It's, well, irritating. People. It doesn't look like I'll ever get used to them.
Break's spiraling down to a close. It also means my testsof death are catching up with me. I don't know how I'll survive. Panicky? Inside, yes, outside, I'm just tired. I wish I could get more chapters done. Nothing is sticking. I don't know why. Normally I can buckle down and just take in the info for, what, six hours straight, but this year, it's been really difficult. And this is the year I take A.P. classes. I wish I could say I feel like I've been getting smarter throughout high school, but, rather, it feels like my brain capacity is lessening every year.
Doctor's appointment today was unpleasant. No, I don't have hearing problems, no I didn't admit to all of the health problems I have (If I did, I wouldn't be surprised if they asked. "Are you 70?" XD;), but, uh, my parents complaining and the doctor, agreeing with them, about how fat I am. When I'm stressed, I eat. I can't help it. This year and the last have been just that. BUT GEEZ, I'M SOOORRRYY I'M OVERWEIGHT. The doctor didn't do much during the whole thing, but that just made me more embarrassed. Every time I meet up with another Filipino along with my parents, they always call me fat in Tagalog. Like the doctor. They don't know I can understand at least that much. I've been called fat for almost as long as I can remember, mostly by my parents. It's, well, irritating. People. It doesn't look like I'll ever get used to them.
Break's spiraling down to a close. It also means my tests