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Hahaha, Japanese people are screwed up.
I got a blood test a while back and it said I had a cholesterol level of 221 and an LDL of 141. Apparently, those are levels that belong to an obese person, so for the last two weeks, I've been on a diet. Gaaaaahhhh..... I have to jog too and all this other stuff I hate doing. The thing is, my dad has a cholesterol level of like 148 or something absurd like that, so he gets to eat all the junk he wants to while I eat like a fifth of what I used to. I'm so hungry all the time now...... I lost like 6 pounds in the last two weeks and I feel like crap. I miss being 170+......
Why can't I be fat and happy like my dad?!?!?!
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A 2190 on the SAT's would be so much more satisfying if it weren't the exact same score I got on the PSAT's.....
I finally got contacts about a week ago. I went to the fitting session, and the lady there told me how to put them in my eyes. I actually put them in faster than her, but that's because I was poking the shit out of my eyes. So the instant I got the contacts in, I looked in the mirror and my eyes were all bloodshot and there were tears coming out of my eyes. I still suck at putting contacts in, it takes me like two minutes to put them in (I'm getting slower every day) and then it takes my eyes two hours to stop being red. It also takes a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream to stop the tears from coming out.
Every year, I try and have a goal for my drawing. Last year, it was learning how to draw clothes, which I still massively suck at. This year, I'm going to try and learn how to draw things in motion, cause you know, it's hella boring just looking at people standing there. Besides, it'll be cool to do stuff like that for Trapezoid, since I'm the ART EDITOR. Or at least, one of three. But yeah, I wanna do stuff like this:
Cause yeah, that'd kick ass in the school newspaper.
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Dad: Jeff, help me fill out this parent evaluation sheet.
Jeff: You're supposed to do that on your own, Dad.
Dad: I can't do it on my own, your mom was supposed to do it. Give me five adjectives to describe my daughter.
Jeff: Son.
Dad: Right, son/daughter.
Jeff: Come on, Dad, you can think of five adjectives.
Dad: Okay. Um..... my son is very genital.
Jeff: What?!?
Dad: My son is a very genital person.
Jeff: You mean gentle, right?
Dad: That's what I said. Gentle.
Jeff: Gentle.
Dad: Genital.
Went to the Trapezoid carwash today. I was an idiot and signed up for
the first shift at 9 in the morning. So I get there, and me, Nia,
Jingwen and Dr. Healy are standing out there in 50 degree weather,
waving signs and trying to get people to go to the carwash. Nobody
stopped by except for Mr. Hall and some random English teacher, who
gave us 15 bucks out of sheer pity. In the end, we had to cancel the
carwash cause of crappy weather (second time in a row), and the instant
we step into the school, the sun comes out and it gets warm again. Holy
shit, we're cursed!
Update more later.
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