This little piggy went to work, this little piggy wanted to stay home and sleep instead. This little piggy ate a frisco melt, this little piggy wished she had none. This little piggy hurridly walked all the way home, just to get rid of the food.
I'm in fairy tale land, lala land. I haven't been the greatest, and yet I'm happy about it, but also relieved because I told Gracie about it and she is going to try and get a referral done.
Today I had to wake up, over half the people were late, one went home soick early this morning and one, another hostess called off at the last second, leaving mom to work as a hostess with me. :(
We were very busy and worked really hard. I was very very hungry. I smelled bacon, and I'm serious, no, it wasn't cops around, I think jokes like that are funny but disrespectful, like I smell bacon, I smell grease, ohmygod! the (name of city or town) police! Of course I ate a bacon slice. then a little later, my hunger guding, no, distracting me, not letting me rest till I obeyed it, I amde a special trip back to the kitchen just to have some more of that and I think altogether ate about three slices. That led me to walking around the parking lot during my break, thinking, worrying and just being mad at myself about things like how I can't not give in and eat, how I spent too much time talking to a friend and neighbor and didn't have time to rush to the bathroom. So what do I do? I order the most fattening thing that came to mind, craving grease all of a sudden I guess, 3 parts to a sandwich with sourdough bread, fench fries dipped in ranch, which I was mad about, at myself, because if I'm going to eat fries, it has to be with a lot of salt, mayo and ketchup mixed together. I also had a lot of pop, all diet, except for one coke, and a rasberry ice tea, and I had a blow pop, pretzels, a hot dog, which I threw up and earlier the frisco melt that I binged on just because I ate already anyway. I'm so tired now, I want to sleep so badly, but I have to wait to put some clothes in the dryer, and then I can, I'm pooped. I went to the festival again, worked at the tic tac toe both, saw some cool people, like R and met M, they are 18 and 19, but very nice, comfortable to be around, layed back, I mean, I just met M, and we went on a ride together like we always knew each other or something. I do feel that they are a little immature, in a way, not saying I'm any more mature, but they are/were explorers for police and R was wearing a shirt and stuff, they were walking around and saying stuff, like pretending they were drunk. I think that even though I have drank before, I have only actually been drunk twice. In the beginning of last year at school and at the end of 8th grade. It's an unusual experience for asomeone like me, I guess that's why I kept trying to feel that way again, it's weird wanting to feel real tired and slurry and stuff, esp. when the only mistake Grandma ever seems to make to me is drinking. The stuff doesn't even taste good to me, I just drink it to feel different. I decided I didn't care how embarrasing it was, I like them a lot, and I doubt very much they have ever even really drank, you know. I'm really glad, too.
I'm eating some pretels right now, the ones mentioned before, they're good and a safe dangerpous food to me, but they are really bothering my cold sore right in the middle of my bottom gums. Any dentists around??? I should probably go to the dentists to get that taken care of and also maybe having my enamel checked. Right now I couldn't care less about what I do to my teeth, it's so much more important that I throw up. I'll brb, I want to check on those clothes, I am goingto fall asleep at the computer, which isn't good, someone may start reading my diary entries from here soon. Well,I'll update soon, take care!
I'm in fairy tale land, lala land. I haven't been the greatest, and yet I'm happy about it, but also relieved because I told Gracie about it and she is going to try and get a referral done.
Today I had to wake up, over half the people were late, one went home soick early this morning and one, another hostess called off at the last second, leaving mom to work as a hostess with me. :(
We were very busy and worked really hard. I was very very hungry. I smelled bacon, and I'm serious, no, it wasn't cops around, I think jokes like that are funny but disrespectful, like I smell bacon, I smell grease, ohmygod! the (name of city or town) police! Of course I ate a bacon slice. then a little later, my hunger guding, no, distracting me, not letting me rest till I obeyed it, I amde a special trip back to the kitchen just to have some more of that and I think altogether ate about three slices. That led me to walking around the parking lot during my break, thinking, worrying and just being mad at myself about things like how I can't not give in and eat, how I spent too much time talking to a friend and neighbor and didn't have time to rush to the bathroom. So what do I do? I order the most fattening thing that came to mind, craving grease all of a sudden I guess, 3 parts to a sandwich with sourdough bread, fench fries dipped in ranch, which I was mad about, at myself, because if I'm going to eat fries, it has to be with a lot of salt, mayo and ketchup mixed together. I also had a lot of pop, all diet, except for one coke, and a rasberry ice tea, and I had a blow pop, pretzels, a hot dog, which I threw up and earlier the frisco melt that I binged on just because I ate already anyway. I'm so tired now, I want to sleep so badly, but I have to wait to put some clothes in the dryer, and then I can, I'm pooped. I went to the festival again, worked at the tic tac toe both, saw some cool people, like R and met M, they are 18 and 19, but very nice, comfortable to be around, layed back, I mean, I just met M, and we went on a ride together like we always knew each other or something. I do feel that they are a little immature, in a way, not saying I'm any more mature, but they are/were explorers for police and R was wearing a shirt and stuff, they were walking around and saying stuff, like pretending they were drunk. I think that even though I have drank before, I have only actually been drunk twice. In the beginning of last year at school and at the end of 8th grade. It's an unusual experience for asomeone like me, I guess that's why I kept trying to feel that way again, it's weird wanting to feel real tired and slurry and stuff, esp. when the only mistake Grandma ever seems to make to me is drinking. The stuff doesn't even taste good to me, I just drink it to feel different. I decided I didn't care how embarrasing it was, I like them a lot, and I doubt very much they have ever even really drank, you know. I'm really glad, too.
I'm eating some pretels right now, the ones mentioned before, they're good and a safe dangerpous food to me, but they are really bothering my cold sore right in the middle of my bottom gums. Any dentists around??? I should probably go to the dentists to get that taken care of and also maybe having my enamel checked. Right now I couldn't care less about what I do to my teeth, it's so much more important that I throw up. I'll brb, I want to check on those clothes, I am goingto fall asleep at the computer, which isn't good, someone may start reading my diary entries from here soon. Well,I'll update soon, take care!