Today I have to take my sister shopping. She still hasn't found an Easter dress. Last time we looked for a dress for her, it ended with her fighting tears in the dressing room because she couldn't fit into a size 15. She makes me so mad sometimes. Either accept your size, or do something about it. If she's going to be lazy, she's going to be fat. But if she actually got off her ass and ran every now and stopped eating so much crap, she'd get thinner. It's simple.
I need a new outfit for an upcoming debate tournament, so today won't be a total waste. I wish I could wait to shop until I was down a size or two, but there's just no time. The tournament is this weekend. Speaking of which, I really need to write my pro case. The topic is incredibly interesting this month, but I just can't bring myself to care about anything. I gave my outlines to my partner so she can write the case for once, but she can't write worth shit, so I really better go ahead and do it.
If I was tiny, my debate clothes would look so much better, and I could be that much more intimidating when I speak. My powerful words coming from a tiny little body. Maybe we'd win more than half our debates if I were tiny. It doesn't make sense, but does anything?