So if you've read my recent post than you know that just a few weeks ago my boyfriend and I broke up. He started talking to me again, though. I figure if he fell in love with me once, that he can fall in love with me again... Or at least that's what I'm hoping.
Anyway I recently starting dieting. Notice: Dieting contains the word "die." I began with what my mother called a "fat flush." You eat nothing but apples and drink water with lemon juice. I didn't understand the flush part until halfway through honors biology. Hmm... that was interesting. It's not that I think I'm all that fat, I just know that I'm eating unhealthy foods in large portions so the fat flush was to clean out toxins. Today was Alfredo. Why? Why one of the most unhealthy of all pastas?? I was sitting there smelling the wonderful scent of Alfredo while eating a salad! I can't tell you how much I'm wanting to build a fort, grab a bag of pretzels, turn on Degrassi, and not emerge until Summer.
I'm a little behind on collecting money for my mission trip... In fact $1,200 behind. Oh well, God will provide? I want to become a DECA officer. My mom laughed and said if I couldn't raise $1,500 that there was no way I'd be able to fund raise enough money to support our chapter. She's usually right though. Sometimes almost too right.
She told me that my fat flush would cause my body to react negatively. I just laughed... My friends were over and she told me that my butt was flat and not to blame her because she got it from her mother. When I date the guy who obsessed with fish, she told me he looked homely. I was singing to the radio and she told me that I was way out of tune. She couldn't believe it when my band teacher told her I was pretty good at singing. She later corrected herself and told me that I didn't suck, I just shouldn't strive for a career as a singer (If I sang my own song and it didn't have back up vocals, or a band and it was acceptable to have a male who hasn't hit puberty's voice, I could totally become a singer.) She told me that if I let guys do things for me that they would start to like me. How was I supposed to believe that?? It was also very true. I'm just glad she didn't tell me the truth about my artwork in elementary school, which by the way, is still proudly hanging on the walls of my old elementary school. She can say whatever she wants, I got that thing framed! Ha!
She is quite wonderful. Except that time when we were at the State Fair and she started talking to a cow that just gave birth. Or that one time when we were camping, I told her to pull her shirt down and she mooned my friend and I. Or when she tells my Asian friends about our "Asian Drawer." My last boyfriend was Asian... Or all of the times she teases me when my boyfriends are over. Or when she... Well I could literally go on forever.
Other than all of those things, my mother is wonderful. I hear about some kids' relationships with their parents and I'm happy to say that mine and my mother's is really strong. I tell her everything eventually. I don't feel awkward telling her about things that are going on with my personal life and I really like that. Like if I all of a sudden have to poop in honors biology I feel totally okay with telling her that. Although I'm probably not going to just randomly bring it up.
I love my mom more than anyone on the planet so it's hard to pick out presents for her. She says she doesn't want anything... THAT DOESN'T HELP ME! I'll probably make her omelets or something. Mother's day is so stressful. I wish it was on the same day as her birthday. What am I talking about buying gifts for?? I have no money.
My mother also laughed when I told her I could get this boy back. I will prove her wrong!
