I never have anything to post anymore. I'm sorry, but it's just too hard. It seems like all I do on this blog is complain, and really, my life is good. I love life, and I don't complain nearly as much as I do on this blog. I promise.
Lately, I've been made fun of for reading the Kurt Vonnegut books. I don't care, except for Breakfast for Champions, which is actually bad. Kurt Vonnegut is fantastic, and everyone should read his books. Especially Slapstick.
Today, we watched a dance performance and school, and I really wished that I could dance. These girls are people I know, and they've been dancing for years, and the whole time I've criticized them for it. But I see the beauty in what they're trying to do, what they try to create with their bodies. It's a beautiful idea, you just have to be good at it before you can really express yourself.
Choir is my favorite class ever. I am happiest when in the middle of a song. We're singing Christmas music, and I feel like that girl in The Realm of Possibility who talks about singing to the rafters. In those moments, I can't be separated from the music, and that's when I feel like I really know something. That's when I fit in my skin the best.
Today I started feeling really bad for myself, because the truth is, I'm fat. I'm not obese, but I am overweight, and I'm not afraid to admit it. However, I am afriad of my body. I'm trying to do better in the whole health thing, but it's hard, and I just feel worse. But then, at Stake Mutual tonight, my friend told me that I don't even realize how gorgeous I am. It was one of the best compliments I've ever received, because she meant it. How can you not be happy after something like that?
Also, people are starting to group DF and I as a couple. Not in a bad or embarrassing way, but we're automatically associated with each other. It makes me happy, and I'll post more when I can.
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