well, the carnage is done. food has been eaten by one bad birthday girl. my actual B-day is tomarrow and i had my party with my friends last night. maybe my familly will throw me another "familly" party tommarrow; maybe not, i'd rather not.
i feel sick. my throat feels like i've stuffed a cat down it and that cat is finding it's way back out. i wanna run until i collapse, but i would have to do laundry, get off my ass and drive to the gym. i'll run tomarrow after school. i'm gonna work as fucking hard as i can to lose this weight. if i stick to a fast i can *hypothetically* lose 10 lbs in 10 days, usually that's about my rate maybe a little more. but if i exercise i could probably lose more. it all depends on my willingness not to fuck this up.
if i fast tomarrow i can go for 11 days. 11 days till ohayo-con, 11 days to fit in that dress, and i have dieuretic pills if i suck and fall on my ass. i want a milkshake but who needs the calories of milk and ice cream. i'll have honey/vanilla tea and re-write this english paper.
fast like the furious(-ly desperate, haha i'm hillarious *facepalm*)
Elle
P.S.
i dunno why but i LOVE corsets. they look adoreable if you can pull 'em off. <3
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