The Fifth of September

I'm not ashamed to admit that I looked straight up ravishing today. Absolutely sexy.

Picture a baggy, neon orange t-shirt paired with faded jeans and non-leather moccasins, an atrociously flat pony tail with frizz on top, only enough makeup to cover some zits (shocking that I get those, I know), one partially bloodshot eye, and a head ache to top it all off.

I'm not ashamed to admit that I just lied about being ravishing and sexy today.

What it all boils down to though is that the moccasins I wore aren't real leather. So, technically, that's the reason I looked like crap.

Why do I keep lying to you?

Okay.

Actually, I just felt like looking like crap.
So there. What do you think about that?
Does the thought make you feel a bit uncomfortable? ... Yeah, me too. Especially when I looked in the mirror in the bathroom at school and work. I became frantic trying to figure out how I ever ended up looking like such a frazzled mess merely within hours after crawling out of bed.

I also didn't do any homework. ALL day.
I didn't have time + I didn't feel like it = me doing something else

It's such a wonderful feeling when I tell myself I have to do something. And then I muster up enough courage to tell myself no.
Which is basically what I did. I was all like, "Lindsay, do some homework that isn't due for 2 weeks. Now."
And then I was all like, "No."
And then I was like, "Wow. What do I do now?"
And then I was all firm, "Something else. Something fun."
And since I was forced into it...

I worked out at the gym with my Mom. We were true beasts. Or, at least she was. Then I baked and cooked for nearly 3 hours because I felt like it.
Basically, I got all buff. And then I came home and got fat because I like to taste everything I make. And I never make things I don't like. So it always ends up being a wonderful fattening experience.

Thank God for healthy recipes. Otherwise I'd have to deprive myself of being in the kitchen for the rest of my life. Because I have some sort of strange obsession with food.

I made Zucchini Apple Spice Muffins:   http://paleomg.com/zucchini-apple-spice-muffins/
Annnnd, Primal Scotch Eggs (Boiled eggs wrapped in sausage): http://www.marksdailyapple.com/primal-scotch-eggs/#axzz23vf3xKR9

Now, I'm not ashamed to admit that the food I made tonight was straight up ravishing. Absolutely sexy.
At least something went right today.

I  can't wait to eat a muffin and drink coffee for breakfast.
Isn't that terrible? I just spent hours picking and pigging in the kitchen, and I'm still thinking about food. That's part of the "strange obsession with food" thing I was telling you about.

Don't ever become my friend if you want to stay thin and frail.
Because if you're around me any length of time, we WILL exercise together. And we WILL eat something I've created in the kitchen.
And I thoroughly enjoy every minute of it.

But, since life has to move on to more serious issues I'm going to bed... because tomorrow is my designated homework partaayy.
Some people have study groups. Some people have designated "study time." While some people just have plain ole homework to do.
Not me. I have homework parties.
That's right. In my room, normally with food and a caffeinated beverage made of beans, music occasionally, a bed full of pillows, and lots and lots of books. With occasional singing and dancing.
You're not invited to my party though. Sorry. It's pretty exclusive.

Boulder Stress Relief

School is so obnoxious.

In fact, it's so obnoxious that I'm opting to write this on a Sunday night when I could be writing a variety of three different school papers.

The fly buzzing around my head is obnoxious as well.
And the word obnoxious is just obnoxious in itself because I mess up every time I try to type it.

Go ahead. Count how many times I just used the word obnoxious. How obnoxious of me.
Okay, I promise I'm done.

This week, I reached my peak of frustration with school. Homework, to be more specific.
I can't say I'm graceful when I get frustrated. In fact, a person with any sense would opt not to be around when such an occurrence takes place.

So, what did I do?

Stupid fly. It's so hard to type and swat at a fly simultaneously.

(Slightly Exaggerated)

Anyways, I firmly grasped the sides of the computer chair, pulled my butt up and walked briskly outside. Then I participated in the unthinkable. Take a deep breath and brace yourself.

I threw a boulder.
Like a man.
That's right, like a man.
We're not talking some small pebble. I mean a boulder. And I didn't just throw it once.
I murdered it.

And, the most humiliating part about it is that still wasn't sufficient to burn off my steam. So I took off running (barefoot, mind you) like an Indian child into the woods.
I'll think I'll leave the rest to your imagination. But, the bottom of my feet didn't feel good afterwards and I do have a few scrapes on my legs.

I'm not saying that I like to hurt myself to burn off frustration. I'm just prone to extreme irritation due to homework and minor injuries while behaving in an insane manner.
That's okay, 'cause it works.

I know what you're thinking right now. You want a back-yard throwing boulder too, don't you? Don't stress, don't fret. And please don't be jealous. I'll sell you one for 3 easy payments of 10$ (plus S&H) and I'll even throw in a free pebble because I love you. Yes, I love you.
Next time you're diving into your gallon of cookie dough ice cream because of extreme frustration, you'll be thinking of me and wishing you had a back-yard throwing boulder instead of that extra 5 lbs.
But, I did just get through attacking some dark chocolate and cinnamon covered almonds. So it's not like I have much to say about splurging.
My stomach really doesn't like me right now. And neither will my work-out tomorrow.
I should'a used the boulder instead.
It's so much more fulfilling.

Oh, and I'm acting as an advocate for my newly found love. Primal food. Sounds pretty wicked right? That's right, because it is. I feel so much better since I started eating this way. Which is why my stomach is yelling at me for eating too much sugar. You shall look into it the Primal diet, 'cause it'd be good for you to. Go to:
 http://www.marksdailyapple.com/#axzz25NrctzHJ

Boulders and Primal food. Yep, that's just what floats my happy boat.