...and you'll be right as rain.

I am so tired of being so self-conscious.

So. Damn. Tired.

And I can't help it whatsoever. My mom and I had a fight this morning over what I wore to church. I thought I looked absolutely fat in it. She thought I looked great. How, I wonder, how can she not see it. Of course, she reiterated that it's the other way around. I told her I didn't care what she thought and changed into something else. And I felt really bad about it later. I really do value her opinion, it's just that when it comes to this sort of situation, I just... I don't know.

In all fairness I suppose I'm not skinny but not fat either. There's just enough pounds to loose to where it becomes annoying. My self worth basically plummeted due to a few things that happened years back. I don't know how to change. I don't think I ever will. But I hate it so so much.

Finally finished my first report, the persuasion paper. I think I screwed the MLA/works cited/parenthetical quotes up a bit, so I'll ask my teacher about it on Monday.

I also finally dropped of my perscription for my sunglasses. I like my frames I picked out, heh. I can't wait to get them, hoorah.

IT'S ABOUT BLOODY TIME. Ever since about a year and a half ago, I said he should do it. Yay! :D Edit: Um, just so you know, I wasn't talking about Al Sharpton, ahaha. Though, uh, that's kinda scary, Al Sharpton hosting. Uh. :\

I. Must. Buy. This. I just have to, now. The Abbey Road pic just makes me squee. The articles are hilarious, ahaha. I love them. I really do.

ELO = teh grate. My childhood! Woot. :D