still unimpressive

According to some American something, depression and all that is just some mixture of chemicals and what not in our brain. As much as I am opposed to that, it does serve as quite a brilliant scapegoat.

Yo, I think my neurons need some tightening.

Too bad people are never satisfied. So the problem, beyond all the stuff I won’t confide in you, is dang, I am hecka fat. I seriously need to lose some weight! Why is it so hard? Shouldn’t it be much harder to do well in math or something? Instead I sit on my fat butt all day. I mean every morning I tell myself about how much I’m going to excercise, can you guess the outcome? I end up talking on MSN and doing my homework and then sleeping. Absolutely great. I really suck haha. Maybe this talking to myself right now will change me for the better like blog posts tend to do alot for me. Sorry if you thoroughly disinterested or loudly proclaiming “No Shit!” right now. I like to set terrible goals that can be best described as in my dreams. So my goal right now is <23 BMI by end of high school. Do you think I can do it? If so, you are probably wrong, but just to prove myself right I’ll try. I’ll try what I can. No more after school eating. No more spending money. From now on I carry enough money for a BART ticket and bus ticket home. No more compulsive spending. It ends NOW. So if tomorrow if you see me eating, take my food, stomp on it, and then slap me. If you are not a girl and have inferior slapping capabilities feel free to kick me and or punch me. I’d prefer you slap me tho, I kinda like slapping, it hurts more.