Coocoo Cannonball

Lena and I have decided that in order to get our guys, we need to lose weight. Lots and lots of weight.

That, and we miss the good old days when we were thin(er).

So here’s the deal: I am going to stop bringing money to school. Not only will this help me lose weight, but it will stop up the hole that seems to have developed in my pocket/wallet/whatever. I seriously spend my cash way too fast.

If I ask you if I can borrow money, say NO. If I try to manipulate you and say, “but I haven’t eaten in SO LONG,” I am probably lying. DO NOT LET ME MANIPULATE YOU.

Whenever I want to post I will tell you people how goeth The Countdown. I will have to say how far away from my goal I am after every bloody post. Sheesh this is going to be embarrassing, but my situation calls for drastic measures, methinks!

I can do it! I have done it before.

THEN:

See! Lookie there!

NOW:

Ewewewewew gosh ew.

So… I haven’t weighed myself in a while. I have no idea how far away I am, but I’m thinking it’s something like 15 kg. Gosh.

Gosh.

Oh, no.
No no no no.
It can’t be.
Please don’t tell me this girl has another side.

Oh, yes. She most certainly does. This girl has many sides, and she just keeps sprouting more and more of them.

The side that has been pushing itself forward, slowly but surely, is the defiant, cheeky side. The side that says, “These people are idiots, I might as well tell them so.” The side that wants to cause a hell of a lot of trouble, and not give a shit about it.

Unfortunately, the other sides all agree that getting into trouble is not the best thing for Sophie to be doing en ce moment, so this Defiant side can’t just cause trouble, she has to be able to sweet talk her way out of it.

Sheesh.

When I feel like this, I’ll call myself… hmm, what should I call myself? I like Jordan. Yeah, that sounds good.

I am very possibly a freak for giving my Moods names. I used to name my toys, too and it made it very hard to let go of some of them come puberty when I was no longer pleased with the piles of childhood that littered my floor.

That’s me and Non-Terd outside the mall. I only got to see her that once the ENTIRE TIME I was in the US, and we only got to hang out for like… 2 minutes. There was a line of cars behind my mom’s waiting for us to finish hugging and squealing and shtuff…

I’m loving that shiny spot on my forehead, the gumzz in my smile, and the white spot on my front tooth.

Tres glam. _-_

It was COLD.