*GNAWS ON THE BONES OF OBESITY!!*
May. 2nd, 2007 03:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Irony of Ironies, I've been seriously contemplating procrastinating a'la going to the gym, rather than writing this paper about what policies might be implimented to fight the rising, doughy tide of obesity, as it were. Very:
"Hrum, let's see...how to fight the Bulge?...I know!--I could stop writing this paper and go to the gym! The would fight it! Yea! The end of obesity is the end of writing these damned, ridiculous papers! I need to spread the word! Let this shit be known! I--oh damn, it's 3:20! *gets back to writing!*"
I've decided to pick on the children and how they are all becoming fatty mcfatties^^, as I was once a child myself, and one that hated gym with the firey passion of a thousand burning suns...so pretty much, the paper is evolving into everything that would have made me hate life in elementary school. Except for the part where I'm pretty much writing a love letter to recess.
*sheds tear for recess*
400 words down, 600 more to go, and all before 5 pm. Doable, but my only wish? That I didn't need to figure out how to shove these sources I've scrounged up into it.
*points to icon* Show of hands, who ran like a girl in gym! I distinctly remember the gym teacher at my elementary/middle school teasing us girls about that.
*has PTSD flashback* ...oh GOD...the quarter-mile RUN...*whimpers*
^^See this tongue? See how firmly implanted into my cheek it is? GOOD.
"Hrum, let's see...how to fight the Bulge?...I know!--I could stop writing this paper and go to the gym! The would fight it! Yea! The end of obesity is the end of writing these damned, ridiculous papers! I need to spread the word! Let this shit be known! I--oh damn, it's 3:20! *gets back to writing!*"
I've decided to pick on the children and how they are all becoming fatty mcfatties^^, as I was once a child myself, and one that hated gym with the firey passion of a thousand burning suns...so pretty much, the paper is evolving into everything that would have made me hate life in elementary school. Except for the part where I'm pretty much writing a love letter to recess.
*sheds tear for recess*
400 words down, 600 more to go, and all before 5 pm. Doable, but my only wish? That I didn't need to figure out how to shove these sources I've scrounged up into it.
*points to icon* Show of hands, who ran like a girl in gym! I distinctly remember the gym teacher at my elementary/middle school teasing us girls about that.
*has PTSD flashback* ...oh GOD...the quarter-mile RUN...*whimpers*
^^See this tongue? See how firmly implanted into my cheek it is? GOOD.
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Date: 2007-05-02 08:37 pm (UTC)Fuckin' EVERYTHING else in gym class like a girl? Right here.
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Date: 2007-05-02 09:37 pm (UTC)and yes my paper is turned in
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Date: 2007-05-02 10:03 pm (UTC)But yea, my paper's in, and that means gym for Nella before I start on my Chemistry studying, WOOT!
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Date: 2007-05-02 10:16 pm (UTC)That was bout 6 hours of skiing...
16 miles on a bike (non stationary) is hard but this killed me ...
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Date: 2007-05-02 10:17 pm (UTC)http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/arts/saturday_play.shtml (the most recent one)
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Date: 2007-05-03 05:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-05 12:20 am (UTC)and I definitely run, do sit-ups, pull ups.... everything like a girlie girl... sigh