Have I ever told you guys how much I love it when the-world-of-kris is on Tumblr?
I’ve only been home for like a couple of weeks but my family is already getting all up in my shit so I finally decided to run away to Oslo for a whole week to see PARAMORE AND GREEN DAY SO YEAH.
IF THEY WANT ME TO BE A GROWN UP I’M GONNA BE A GROWN-ASS ADULT AN DECIDE THIS FOR MYSELF OKAY? OKAY.
I’m gonna be all alone except for Sunday when I’m going to Green Day with a friend so yeah help. So if someone wants to?? meet????
I’m so hungry I think I’m gonna die but my parents sleep right next to the kitchen so when I tried to get some supper I woke my dad and he was mad and told me to stop making noise and leave the kitchen. I even asked him if I could put things away first and he said no so I left food out on the counter. Food that I didn’t get to eat.
6 hours past bedtime: A great time for doubting everything of importance in my life.
I love to play Animal Crossing but I don’t have a 3DS so I feel kinda leafed out :(
Have I ever told you guys how much I love it when the-world-of-kris is on Tumblr?
Have I ever told you guys how much I love it when the-world-of-kris is on Tumblr?
I usually quite like my body shape, but there’s this certain other body type that I admire, I guess you could say. In my dream last night, I was trying on a pair of (silver!) shorts, and generally spending a lot of time in front of mirrors. It seemed I had changed to, or achieved, this other body type and was over all skinnier. I remember feeling surprised, curious, happy, but most of all scared as my ribs were starting to show a little too much and I felt like I was changing in a really unhealthy way.
I’m not sure why I think it’s important to remember this dream, or find out why I had it. I read a thing about body dysmorphia the other day, and I guess the thought of it kinda lingered in the back of my head.
I finally got to see The Great Gatsby last night and now I wanna join in on the jokes and references, but I feel like I’m kinda late to the party.
My dad is like the most annoying and best thing at the same time. I casually said I need some fabric paint, but that it was seriously no big deal if he was only going to the grocery store and not down to the mall. Then he gets all worked up and insists on going down there, and getting some stuff for mom as well. He does this all the time. I greatly appreciate him being helpful and stuff, but he stresses out and goes all out of his way.
Progress!