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My Hero
He was a clean cut kid
he didn't leave any scars
he was so easy to break
he was her little mason jar
so fun to cover
his mind was like a steel trap
slicing through hot butter
his super model rat
was anorexic fat

why do I always ask such stupid questions
to which I already know the answer?
was whatever the word that counted down to zero?
or do we all in the end get brain cancer?

he would use the belt
then fall crying to the ground
but she was the only one
who would kick him when he was down
but he'd get right back up
and carry her to the funny farm
all wrapped up, she bled
as she lay crying in his arms
feeling so safe from harm

why do I always ask such stupid questions
to which I already know the answer?
did you ever know that he was once my hero?
but is a cold corpse really an answer?
 
 
   
 

99 red balloons go by.
OMG MIKEY SENT ME A BIRFDAY CARD I LUUUV HIM FOREVER!
No seriously. He (mike03p) sent me a card and a dollar. I love him more than a fat kid loves cake.

I'm going to blog about my weekend, because for the most part it was amazing.
I'll post some pics of it tomorrow, actually.

Friday:
I was estatic that no one at school bought me balloons this year. I'm glad they finally listened to my threats. ^_^
A few hours after school Terri (terriberrie) came over.
We drove around, all over the place, like we always do.
Searched for Tom, stalked Jimmy's house, called Steven (who wished me a happy birthday on the phone but would not come outside to talk to us :( ), got my hair caught in the zipper of my purse, drove around the school parking lot, unexpectedly met up with Autumn and hung out with her for a bit (then drove her home), went to a park, and drove around my neighborhood. I'm probably forgetting something, because we always do so much. <3
And then she slept over.

Saturday:
Nothing happened most of the morning, except Terri and I drove to a gas station to get gas for her car and pick up milk for my mom and bagels for Lance.
At 11 or 12-ish, Angie called me up and asked if I wanted to hang out.
I said  sure, come over here.
Magen (TL365) showed up around 1pm.
Angie and Christine showed up shortly after (sometimes I love the unplanned :P).
Since Terri didn't know Angie or Christine and vice versa, and Magen didn't know Angie or Christine and vice versa, I think it was sort of awkward for a little bit.
And then Terri suggested we go to the park (at least, I think it was her?).
So we all jump in Terri's car, and drive (Terri mentally scarring everyone in the back seat, lol [fyi that's not me, I always ride shotgun in Terri's car]) to Park #1. We take over the swingset from the little kids (Angie, Terri and I taking turns on the handicapped swing, o'course).
We eventually leave (after taking bunches of pictures) and go to Park #2.
At this park we are verbally attacked by a gang of fucking kindergarteners.
Fucking little brats.
They talked shit about us!!!
WHO THE HELL DID THEY THINK THEY WERE?
Then we went back to my house and ordered pizza.
We all hung out, and of course by this point everyone was pretty comfortable with each other.
Around 6:30-ish, Christine suggested we all go for a walk.
Just as we were leaving, Emily's car pulls up in my driveway.
So we all turn around, Emily comes inside, and we sing and have cake and open presents (er, Magen and I opened presents :P).
THEN we go for the walk around my neighborhood.
We come back in and hang out.
Terri leaves. :(
Angie and Christine left 9-9:30-ish I think.
Emily drew all over me with sharpies. She drew a multitude of stars on my left forearm.
And then Emily left at 10:30-ish.
And Magen slept over.

Sunday:
I wake up with stars on my forehead. I had forgotten I sleep with my arm over my head, lolz. :(
Magen and I get all screwed up because of the time change. :(
I take a shower to SCRUB SCRUB SCRUB sharpie off of me.
Magen and I watch (most of ) Rent.
Magen leaves at 1-ish.
A few hours later, Terri calls me, and then comes over.
We go pick up Jen (esaeler).
Take Jen to Burger King so she can drop something off.
Then we head to Kris' memorial service, which can be read about here.
We felt a little underdressed at first, I mean Joe was in a tie and men's dress shoes.
I, once again upon hugging him, realized Stephen is 2397843892 feet taller than me.
Even though we were sad most of the time, there were some funny moments to the memorial.
Like after Jen and I had given Brandon the 1000th kiss, Brandon looks up at Terri and says, "I didn't even know you were here!" lol!
I'm sorry Terri that he said that to you, I know you're all hung up about it; but it was funny! :( :P
After the memorial, which was held next to the playground, Terri, Jen and I went swinging. Jen broke a swing. Okay, she didn't break it, but she fucked it up. :P We did try to fix it, to no avail. I tried to write "RIP KRIS" in the dirt sand, but it wouldn't come out right. :(
Then Kris's brother and his friends took over the swings, and the three of us headed toward the other playground objects.
Then we drove fast and went back to my house.
Ate, hung out.
Then Terri and I drove Jen home.
Went back to my house, hung out for a bit.
And then Terri went home.

Monday
:

Dentist.
I had 1 cavity.
Skipped school.

I'm pretty sure I got all the highlights.
I'll post pics of things tomorrow. <3
 
 
 

   
Clarification

It has been brought to my attention that in my post prior to the last, I was a bit harsh, however, what I meant is quite simple.  I do not hate fat people. I myself, as Hosmer likes to point out quite frequently, am overweight.  I am, though, much thinner than I used to be.  Let me also list the other people in the former fat kid club, namely Matt Pastore (Twirly McPasta himself), Chad Hoyle (Mr. "Sex in the Walk-in Freezer" himself), and Tim "Eating Disorder" Hosmer, among others that I am a) forgetting and b) dont know. 

Yes, the point Mario, get to the point.  Weight problems are not diseases; they are manifestations of endless appettites.  My mother has, over the course of the last year, lost over 50 pounds.  Drink lots of water, exercise and eat a normal amount of food and boom, easy as 1,3,5. 

If you want to be fat, you have my blessing, I have to problem with that or you in general, but when you refuse to take the blame, then I have a problem.  Do not sit there, wharf down 18 pancakes loaded with butter and drowning in syrup, 4 sides of bacon and 3 orders of hashbrowns with three cokes at two in the morning and then tell me your weight gain is genetic and/or caused by a disease.  Yes, improper thyroid can lead to metabolism problems, but there is no fat gene or disease that predestines you to obesity.

I like people who like themselves and are comfortable with themselves, and they determine those parameters themselves, I don't.  I know a person I will refer to as D'bo, with whom I was friends for a long time.  The fact that he was nearly 400 pounds at one point had no effect on that friendship.  The fact that he would go to Taco Bell and get hot beef all over his neck while eating nachos minutes before going to bed was the reason for his weight, and shit I did it with him.  It was when I stopped doing that when I lost the weight.  I gained an average of 20 pounds a year during high school.  It was not a disease.  Anyone who claims it is, I simple challenge them to document what they eat, and we'll take it from there. 

On a side note, I found it necessary to let Chad know prior to this post that I would reference him.  When he gave me the blessing, I though to myself who wouldn't want to be associated with weight loss and cold sex?

 
 
   
 

Go With The Flow Like A Fat Kid In The Rapids.

Ha ha ha, that makes me laugh.

I have had butt-loads of homework all week.

Aaahh MiGrAiNs! eeeevvvviiiilllll.

I wanna watch Heavy Weights...

I really hope someone has heard of that movie!

EVERYBODY: Go listen to Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo!

I love that song.

My dad told me what the title meant.

Considering I don't know the military alphabet.

Ta ta me friends.



 
 
 

   
don't call the bomb squad, I'll handel it myslef
I wish I were that skinny
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I eat too much(5'10 180lb(empty stomach)+man boobs & jellyrolls), I should go hard core organic like sktfm did. problem is it's very expensive(15+no job+new computer to pay off=poor)
here is the link(click on it)
should I?
maybe I should goto the 24 hour gym @ 12 am when I'm still up?(do I want to risk fredericksburg drivers & cops?)
-=-
I'm workin on a pirate radio stream, if I'm on aim give me an IM
and I just might give you the adress, but my musik sucks ass. IM me and
I just might give you my upload page for musik cause I'm despirate need
of new music(60's techno & rammstein gets old after a while)
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the post under this is BORING
 
 
   
 

 
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