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Meme

From Maebh7
1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you have a crush on me?
5. Would you kiss me?
6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
7. Describe me in one word.
8. What was your first impression?
9. Do you still think that way about me now?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When's the last time you saw me?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
15. Are you going to put this on your LiveJournal and see what I say about you?

Just...wrong...

I was just introduced to the concept of eel porn...*shivers* I...really...didn't...need...that. I am amazed at the depths of some people's perversions. Every time I feel like a sexual deviant I should just look online. Of course this was shown to me under the pretext of "How do we make $6000 relatively quickly?" I must say, that is worth a whole hell of a lot more to me that $6000. I hope the woman is well paid. I hope eels don't have teeth that young. I hope all of the eels got out....

Packing...

I'm sure everyone is tired of reading my packing woes...but oh well, skip it if you don't want to read it. I have now carried another 5 or 6 boxes upstairs...Unfortunately they were the boxes that I had packed the other day. I crawled under the bed and pushed out everything I had under there. It's very nice to see that I don't have near as much stuff in this room as I thought I did. I am going to pack more this weekend. My goal is to be living out of my duffel bag by Monday. I know that is optimistic but I really think I can do it. I wanted to take a break and make a skirt this weekend out of this lovely fabric that I have but I may have to settle for making the pattern and then pack it all at the bottom of my duffel. My dad would be proud of the way I intend to pack this baby. *sighs* My kingdom for a backrub...and a foot massage...and a bubble bath.

Fat Acceptance

We had a discussion yesterday in my women's studies class about weight. It makes me sick to sit in that room full of women who pretend to think that weight should be a non-issue but they continue to argue for people to restrict their diets in such ways as to force themselves to eat foods they don't like (i.e. vegetables) in order to be healthy. They sit there and quote BMI's (body mass index) at me as if it's some kind of mantra that will magically produce health. No, I am not the healthiest person on the planet. I'm perfectly fine with my level of health because everything I've wanted to do physically I have been able to do. It may take me longer, I may be sore at the end of it, but I can still do it. I may not always be aesthetically pleased by the way I look but that does not make me any different from any other woman in America...or at least not any that I know. There's always that moment when I step out of a dressing room or when I change into my swimsuit where it doesn't matter if I'm a size 20 or a size 2 I'm going to worry about how I look. I've been working on that a lot. Up until this year I did not own a single skirt that went above my knees because I thought that "fat" women were not supposed to wear shorter skirts. To this day I only own three short skirts. I eat vegetables. I eat tons of them...I eat lots of healthy food. I also eat unhealthy food. But I certainly do eat. *smiles* There have been times in my life where I have eaten like a bird. My senior year of high school I only ate one meal a day and that was almost always just a salad. Once a week I would eat a baked potato with light ranch dressing, salt and pepper. That was it. I was skinnier...60 pounds skinnier...but I seriously doubt I was healthier. The sad part of it is that I went a whole year without ice cream...Now I try to eat at least two meals a day. I try to eat at least one vegetable a day. That doesn't sound like much but when you have to deal with food service you're lucky if you can get something besides french fries and hamburgers. I have perfect blood pressure by the way. It's absolutely perfect. And did I mention that I'm beautiful? So I may not meet some standards of ideal...but I don't think I want to. Leave those standards for people who don't want ice cream.