According to some guy on the internet, I need a face transplant. I don’t think I do. My face has remained pretty much a constant since I was a baby (meaning, I still look the same as I did when I was a kid), and has NEVER gotten bad remarks until I got on the internet. The only thing that anyone had ever made fun of me for before was my weight. Of course, this guy is attacking me for that, too. (And for my mental health.) I don’t get why making fun of me is so much fun for him. You would think that he would have better things to do with his time than make fun of some girl he doesn’t know, nor has he attempted to GET TO KNOW in Alabama. I think he just saw what the group nonuglyfats was doing and thought, “Oh, I’ll jump on the bandwagon.” Of course, he was like a day late and a dollar short…no make that about 60 days late. They quit mocking me 2 months ago, and they were pretty much only devoting it to my “caterpillars” of eyebrows.

I have a few reasons for not plucking:

1. My eyebrows (in person) barely show up as it is. They are (for the most part) platinum blonde.

2. If I started plucking, I’d probably never stop. If I become obsessed with something, I don’t easily let it go.

3. I think my eyebrows are nice, save for the cowlick.

And that guy thinks that I: 1.) am eating “juicy steaks” all the time and 2.) had weight loss surgery as a way to come to terms with my weight. My family can’t even afford ground beef, let alone juicy steaks. There are steaks in the freezer from Angel Food Ministries, but we’re saving them until we can afford to buy bell peppers and other ingredients to go with them so we can have Pepper Steak, which I have a great recipe for, but that’s a whole different story.

There was something that idiot guy said that I didn’t agree with that had nothing to do with me. He said that EVERYONE has said the “N” word in their life. I feel guilty enough as it is saying it THAT way, let alone trying to say the actual word. I am totally repulsed by the word, which I hear all the time, despite the fact that I go to a campus where they would be totally pissed if I even breathed that word into existence. According to his statement, I’m a liar for saying that I’ve never said that word, but it’s true. I have never said it, and I don’t ever plan on saying it.

I applied for a job last week at Hollywood Video. I could only work 4 hours a day, 3 days a week, and only for minimum wage. Otherwise, I’d lose my disability. As it is, I will lose my SSI if I get the job. I’ve thought about applying for other places, but there is one place I know I will NEVER work…Radio Shack. After the way they treated my father, there is no way on earth I would ever work for them.

I accidentally banned my aunt from my site a few months ago, so I need to undo that and then e-mail her to apologize. I miss talking to her. I haven’t seen or heard from her since May. I don’t think I’ll see her at Thanksgiving either, and possibly not Christmas. It’ll be the first time in my life (that I know of) where I haven’t spent those two holidays with her. I’m used to not seeing my dad’s sister and her family, but my mom’s sister lives closer to us, so she’s always been there. It hurts my heart to think they won’t be there. And this year at Thanksgiving, I’ll be having a friend over with her family for Thanksgiving lunch at my grandmother’s house. I forgot to tell y’all about that. Jenny, her daughter, her fiance, her mother, and her father will be joining my mom, dad, grandmother, and me on Thanksgiving. Jenny and I talk about it a lot. We weren’t as close in previous years at school, but I guess now that most of my friends from A&M have graduated, I had a need for someone in my life to talk to, and I found that in Jenny. Of course, I miss talking to my other friends, especially Marakie, who is down at Tulane, and probably thinks that I’m ignoring her, since it takes me forever to reply to anything she posts to me on Facebook.

I’m glad that people are responding positively to the All Year Wishes meme. I’ll try to post a link to it once a week, so that people won’t forget about it. Of course, that is, if I don’t forget about posting.

I better go. I think Gretchen and Willow really want to go outside, so I need to wake up my parents.

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