|Current mood:|| irritated|
|Current music:||Korn- Did My Time|
Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you, and yes, fuck you too.
Today fucking sicked. I mean major sucked. After getting 2 damn hours of sleep last night, I have to stand in the freezing cold in FISHNET because all three of my hoodies are dirty. So. We get to school, and I sit with Austin, Jacob, and Mathew as always. Think things went normally? You'd be wrong. I thought things wouldn't change between me and Jacob, but he's pissed at me, because when I dumped him, I accepted Austin's cell number. So he isn't speaking to either of us.
For some reason, that at the time I didn't know, all of my friends that I sit with watched me eat lunch and kept offering more. I was like "What the fuck, I'm full, a slice of pizza and fries was enough, thanks." But they wouldn't leave me alone 'til I ate another order of fries.
So. I'm feelin' kinda dizzy and sick, so I slept through math and was kinda... not there during science, you know? Then in Exploring Languages, I'm really freaked out. Turns out that even though I have never heard Latin, considering it is a dead language, I can understand it. She was asking us what words meant, and I knew all of them. Then, she asked me what Duodeviginti meant, and I was like, that's easy, it's 18. And she looked at me. Everyone was staring at me and she broke out in this big smile and asked me to explain to the class how I knew that. It took me a minute, but I finally figured it out for myself. Duo= 2 De= from Viginti= 20. 2 from 20. 18. So I get a few homework passes. Yay. Note the sarcasm.
Then comes the class I hate even more than gym. Computers. Why do I hate it? No, it's not because I'm not good in there, as a matter of fact, I'm best in my class. No I hate it because of -shudder- Mrs. Fingado. She treats me like a mental case, like I don't know what I'm doing. Hello, I'm making the best grades in your class, I know even more about computers than you do, I think I know what I'm doing! Well, the bell rings, and I've got places to be. But no, she holds me after class. Our conversation went a little like this:
"Bailey, I've noticed you've lost some weight..."
"Well, it would be, except you've lost it very rapidly... Are you eating?"
"When you eat, do you eat enough?"
"Duh." By now, I'm a little annoyed.
"When you eat, do you, you know, keep it down? Or do you"
"No. I eat, ok?"
"Bailey, the rate you're losing weight at isn't healthy..."
"I'm just worried about you."
"Gee thanks. I have to go now."
And I walked away and outside. What was with her? I was still fat as always! So. I get outside and look for Courtney and Ashley and the others in the courtyard. Finding them under our tree that only we stand under, I am immediately jumped on by Ashley, demanding to know where I've been, I'm late. I start complaining about my run-in with Mrs. Fingado and Courtney nodded.
"Yeah, I meant to say something earlier, but I forgot. I kinda noticed it before, but then today, after we got back from the three day weekend, I was like "Damn!""
So, apparently I'm losing weight. It doesn't look liek it to me... Ok, so every pair of pants I own requires a belt to stay up, and all my shirts look like dresses except my old tight shirts. I went shopping yesterday and noticed that I had to get smaller sizes in EVERYTHING. I got some new pants, some t-shirts, mesh shirts, stuff like that.
I dunno. I still look like the same old fat chica to me...