May. 21st, 2013

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May. 21st, 2013 04:48 pm
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I was a vegetarian for a really long time but, after a while, I literally wasn't eating anything. I hate vegetables and actually only adore summer fruits -- and because I don't have that much money to support my summer fruit loving self I mostly ended up consuming bread and more bread and more bread. Which turned out not to be very good for me. I've reverted back to eating meat (mostly small amounts of chicken breast) until I get to a point in my life where I can afford supplements, protein powders, and all the fruits I want to eat 24/7 without other people bitching at me 24/7 that I'm not being healthy enough. The first week of reverting back was hard for me .... because I kept thinking about that chicken being held in someone's arms during one of those sad animal commercials but I've managed to push thoughts like that out of my mind and to just eat it quickly so I don't really have time to process I'm eating an animal and then feel extremely guilty about it.

I joined My Fitness Pal or whatever -- as an app on my iPhone -- to help me remember the things that I eat since I tend to forget here and there. So, far with breakfast, lunch, and snack -- I'm at 802 calories and I still have a few calories left that I could eat but it really depends on if I'm hungry later or not. Correction, I probably will be hungry later -- but I kinda want watermelon.

I'm currently studying for my math final. More so going through past finals and circling things I don't remember how to do/don't know how to do (this has happened once so far) and taking notes on youtube in regards to things I mostly don't remember.

And MY BOYFRIEND. I can gush about him forever. I'm normally not a sexual person but holy fuck -- and this is going to be very, very blunt -- but I want his pulsating cock in my vagina until the end of time itself.

He is the best person I've ever been with. And I'm not lying about that. I'm normally a very -- rule enforcer kinda type during any kind of sexual encounter in terms of where people can touch me and not touch me -- and a big DO NOT TOUCH ME THERE EVER is usually my midsection but with him I don't give a shit. Because I know he's not judging me. He's not laying there and thinking "damn, this girl needs to lose weight HOLY FUCK" he's probably just happy we're laying there together and just completely accepts me the way that I am and, for that, I am thankful.

HE ALSO BOUGHT ME THIS AND I ONLY MENTIONED THIS IN PASSING IN A TEXT MESSAGE LIKE ... ONCE:

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I also confronted one of the people who brought up the Christy thing to him and the explanation I received made absolutely no sense. "Oh, honestly? I'm just resentful towards you because you seem to enjoy spending time with everyone else but won't spend any time with me" .... in the end ... I forgave this person and accepted her back into my life because this is all mental illness as far as I'm concerned and there are other things in the world I should be pissed at -- like the ever growing homeless population in NYC and how THE CITY ITSELF SEEMS TO BE DOING NOTHING ABOUT IT >O. So, yeah, I decided it's not worth it to be mad at someone who's mentally ill and I wish her the best, really.

This passed Sunday was Daymien's christening -- and the majority of my family is Atheist but it was important to my niece so we participated. I was the God Mother and, quite frankly, was blatantly lied to in terms of what I would be expected to do while I was up there. I was told all I do is stand up there and hold Daymien. So, of course, I was okay with this. WELL, THIS IS NOT WHAT HAPPENED. I had to read scripture. OUT LOUD. IN FRONT OF PEOPLE. I had to constantly hold him in my right, do things with my right, and move to my right (I'm a lefty and I naturally went to my left or lifted my left first and the priest was getting pissed ....) and I ALMOST SET MYSELF ON FIRE. Ugh, just ... it was traumatizing. I am never baptizing a baby again. EVER. Apparently, everyone heard me tell Daymien to stop crying when he received the "blood of Christ" which is really red wine because he'd enjoy this kind of drink when he's older. XD. The priest, though, was a judgmental prick. He didn't like the fact my niece was as young as she was. He almost didn't believe Daymien was hers and tried to pin Daymien as my child. Then he asked when my niece was going to get married to the baby's father and my niece retorted "Excuse me? WHAT?" to which I clapped. BECAUSE REALLY. And then the baby's father walked in and the priest's eyes popped out of his head because the father was not .... white ....

And, during the ceremony, the priest legitimately did not read 95% of the text. He mumbled crap under his breath most of the time thinking we wouldn't understand the Greek he wasn't speaking. This annoyed me but I seemed to be the only person who cared .....

Anyway,

I'm just counting the days until the semester is over. My last final is this Thursday and, right after, I'm rushing to my boyfriend's house for some much NEEDED CUDDLING and 17 wohop ~

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