Woot. I'm getting it on Cancun MAN! Dancing on the beach and when I'm not dancing on the beach, I'm frickin' dancing in the bar. Getting stoned every day, getting drunk every night MAN. Wearing nothing but booty shorts, bikinis, and tank tops EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. Woot Woot! OMG!
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
Now that I think about it, College Spring Break isn't all that fun. You're pretty much getting wasted and burnt most of the time. I'd rather stay at home and eat Honey Bunches of Oats while watching a really old episode of My Super Sweet 16.
Forget that one.
So yeah... I'm on spring break. I have this really bad urge to go play tennis but the nearest tennis court has to be at least 15 minutes away (while walking). And my dad would not approve of me going outside of the house. So that's a dunce. And I left my racket at school so I need to find the other one at home. I have no idea where it is. I don't have any tennis shoes either since my white one are at school and this girl took my other ones.
I feel so fat. When I woke up, I'm pretty sure I still had pounds of vegetable chips still sitting in my stomach. I waited some hours before eating but I was still full. I can feel all the food in my love handles. Practically.
I should probably do some Tae-Bo or some sit-ups or whatever. I probably won't.
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