Diet food sucks.

Today was redneck/hick/hillbilly day at school. Apparently there's a difference? Yeah I don't really know. Anyhow... I found out that I make a pretty cute redneck. I didn't want to wake up this morning, so at the last minute possible I rolled out of bed and made a make shift redneck outfit. Tomorrow is Orange Soda VS Grape Soda day. Boys are orange, girls are purple. I LOVE PURPLE! So tonight I went rummaging through all the purple stuff I could wear and I found out... I LOST ONE OF MY PURPLE ARM WARMERS! I'm so pissed. That's like my favorite accessory of clothing! I'll just wear one tomorrow though. -_-

So at lunch, we went to the grocery store, and Elton John's Rocket Man was on the radio. I screamed/sang the song through the whole store. Darby was embarrassed out of her mind, but I didn't care. AND I THINK IT'S GUNNA BE A LONG LONG TIME, TILL TOUCHDOWN BRINGS ME ROUND AGAIN TO FIND I'M NOT THE MAN THEY THINK I AM AT HOME! OH NO NO NO! I'M A ROCKET MAN BURNING UP MY FUSE OUT HERE ALONE! It was such a fantastic experience. You have not lived until you sang Rocket Man as loud as you can in a grocery store.

Track practice was just plain ridiculous today. The wind was blowing and it sucked the breath out of us. So we ran a pretty quick 450 and it was supposed to be under 85 seconds. I came in at 87 seconds and I was disappointed with myself, but Newland said I did great against the wind and our track is actually measured in yards so it's a bit longer than most. So I actually ran about a 500 that fast. Then we ran 3 200s... which is easy as pie, except for the damn wind. I have ran 6 200s before and on the last one I have enough energy to run about 5 more at the end of it... but today I almost died doing 3. It was just terrible. TERRIBLE! OH well. Then I heard my science teacher's, Mr. Cox's, voice and I almost had a brain aneurysm. I don't hate the man, but I hate science, and science hates me. Well that's a lie... I LOOOVE science, I just can't freaking understand it! I wish so badly to understand science, but it's all like another language for me. Scientenese. So I thought the man's voice was stuck in my head or something, but it just turns out that he was helping our pole vaulter with her jump.

Next topic, I'm sick of all this science talk.

Soooo............
Like I said last time, I always have awesome ideas on what to fill these blogs with... but when it comes to time I'm like, "Uh........................ moop?" I'm thinking about going on a crazy adventure to LA this summer. That'd be fun right?! RIGHT! Just go and see all these people I've never met and see Creature Feature. Sounds like a dream come true. I'm going to have to convince Dad to let me go alone, and my convincing argument is, "I'm moving away next year Dad. Either to New York or LA. You'll have to let me go by myself sometime, might as well experience a little bit of it now right?" That sounds like an AWESOME argument to me!

Ugh... I keep forgetting to come back to this. The internet... it's just so distracting. I'm off doing other stuff then I realize... OH YEAH I'm writing a blog. Bloggedy blog blog blog. I'm so sick of all this diet stuff in my house. Dad recently found out that he has bad numbers in... something. So he has to have fat free, sugar free, low carbohydrate, low salt, low this, free that, and it's throughout the whole house. I'M FREAKING STARVING! I have the metabolism of Michael Phelps, and the sad thing is I'm only exaggerating a little bit, and I need full wholesome food to go into me!!! Not all this stuff that's missing the crap I need! FACEPALM! So I sound like a fatty all the time saying I'm hungry, but I'M NOT FAT! I am a little bigger than most kids, but that's because of my disease. Truly! I'm not one of those people that says "Oh I have a thyroid problem." No cause if you look at me, I'm freaking fit... except I have a fat chin and a chunky back... yeah, I didn't put that there on purpose! Because of my lipodystrophy, fats are not evenly distributed throughout my body and go directly to my chin, upper back, and liver. The liver is where the problems come in. When you have fats in your liver, that often leads to severe diabetes problems. So this is happening to me just because of my genes. I'm doing nothing to help it and doctor's don't know how to solve it yet. Yup... that's just an example of my luck. ALSO another example of my luck is... this disease, other than effecting the liver, doesn't play a role on their daily lives, but me... because I have the awesome luck of having short achilles tendons and all the muscle pushing down on them, are on the verge of snapping. So every time I run in track or run at all, I jeopardize walking forever more. I'm sick and tired of constantly being in pain. Did you know that in 6th grade I found out that pain wasn't normal when you walked? I thought everyone felt the same thing I did, it was just something you had to deal with to walk since it had always been that way for me. Nope... then again... you guys know this. I'm just the dumb one. Whatever. So back to my original point, I just pretty much eat large amount of diet food to get enough in me to be satisfied. Defeats the whole purpose of diet food and I feel good for accomplishing that I beat the man. Take that MAN!

okay... that's enough ranting I guess.
Yet again... I forgot I was blogging. Bah! Lame.