I Believe We May Have a Problem Here

I can't find any jeans that fit me.
Seriously, is it so hard to make a pair of size 7 jeans that are like a size 9 in the legs?
I mean jeese people. Girls nowadays have thighs. They don't have twigs.

I got so desperate that I actually had to rubber band my belt loops together.
That's how baggy my pants are.
My mom and I went to Ross today hoping to find jeans.
I actually found some nice gray ones that weren't completely atrocious in the thighs department.
I think Ross is the most amazing store in the history of the universe.
Why?
I found some Harajuku Lovers shoes for 15 bucks.
Considering that brand sells 75 dollar onesies, that's a steal.
I didn't get them. They were ugly.
But I still found them.
That counts, right?

Plus my jeans originally retailed for 50 bucks, and I got them for 12.
Along with the three shirts I got.

Anyway, I found some jeans and some tops. Got my hair cut, too. I'll show you a picture tomorrow.
Right now I'm nursing a migraine and it's taking every ounce of my amazingness to sit here and crank out this blog post of awesomeness.
You heard me right, folks. I've got amazingness AND awesomeness.
I'm just one cool chick.
DID YOU SEE THAT? I THREW ANOTHER ELEMENT INTO THE MIX. I'M CAAAARAZY.

Yeah, see. I'm showing how tired I am.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure I pissed off this gamestop guy today. I went in, loitered for 20 minutes while my mom got her hair cut, asked his advice on like 50 games, and then didn't buy anything.
In my defense, I was planning to. But my mom was holding my cash hostage in the car, and in her words "I AM HUNGRY AND WE ARE GOING HOME."
Hungry Mom - 1
Game-Starved Lee - 0

Boooo. I call a recount.

I've come to terms with the fact that I compulsively weigh myself now. I actually walked off in the middle of playing xbox just to weigh myself.
I weighed 125 with my clothes, so yay. But when I realized what I'd done I was ashamed of myself.
Doesn't help that our new neighbor brought us cupcakes.
I think it wasn't a nice gesture. I think they saw me and went "I'm going to make her fat. YOU JUST WATCH. I'LL DO IT."
They probably have some kind of neighborhood pool. Next thing you know baskets of summer sausages and goldfish crackers will be on our doorstep.
That would be my downfall. I ate a whole bag of goldfish crackers by myself today.
I even poured the crumbs into my mouth. And then I sat there staring at the 1000 calorie bag and thought "What have I done?!"

I haven't started my sociology project.
It's not due until next wednesday. I have time. I just don't have the drive.
Plus I'm exhausted because TIFFANY THINKS IT'S FUNNY TO STAY UP FOR HOURS AND MEOW AT THE DOOR BECAUSE SHE WANTS OUT WHILE OTHER PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP.
Hahaha she thinks she's SO FUNNY. So now I wake her up when SHE'S trying to sleep and see how SHE likes it.
I'm petty. I'm competing with a cat. I don't care.
I will win. You'll see.
Drew told me "Well you'll always win, you're bigger than her." and I made a good point.
"She can hurt me without many repercussions. But if I hurt her, it's animal abuse and they'll chop off my hands and go all medieval on me."

Which reminds me for whatever reason. Today on Left 4 Dead, someone asked everyone in the room "If you were in a zombie apolocalypse and could have one hand-held weapon, what would it be?"
Everyone said shot guns, rifles, stuff like that. So then it gets to me, the last person to go.
"I'd get a box of condoms, because then i'd always be safe."
Yeah, everyone was laughing so hard. But I was content about my safety.
Anyway, yeah. That was a random post.
My bad.
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