Thanks, Ruza. I can get a little paranoid sometimes.

What's your time?
I'm freaking terrified of fitness testing--even though I'm planning to kick myself back into running, it doesn't matter HOW good you are. It doesn't matter if you're the chubby kid in grade three or Usain Bolt; you WILL be puking at the end of the beep test.
e_e
HJKASHjkdhsakjhdjsahjkdhjkashdjksahkjdhajk.
NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE. NOPE.

Thank you. :/ I'm feeling better today anyways--sort of. It never really goes away, but I guess I have to accept that. I know that people with eating disorders, whether it be undereating or overeating, will have to live with their relationship with food for the rest of their lives: it just imprints into your brain. (*sigh*) Thanks for responding, though.

8^C I don't have any real friends either! The only reason I show up is to learn--but the IB kids are showing their true colours now... I'm back in a class full of idiots. ._. I can't even believe it. XD This boy was harassing this preppy girl and shoving his butt onto our desk while we tried to sort out the French cards (I was the one who had to take over and get my group back on track >_> I dunno why the IBs fail so hard at French) and I'm the fastest one in Math, the only one who doesn't go home with a butt ton of homework, even though I don't do any of the calculator shortcuts (they're so confusing... e_e). Part of me is shocked, part of me is irritated... but I'm also relieved. XD
Don't be afraid: pick something in your future to look forward to and focus on that, and see all the challenges as steps you need to take to get there. I'm looking forward to getting a butt-smackin' awesome IB diploma and going to a butt-smackin' awesome school to get a butt-smackin' awesome career in what I love... but to get there, I'm going to have to apply for jobs that make me nervous, go through job interviews, do well on exams... and do fitness testing next semester and try out for the basketball team in a couple days. e_e I'm scared too, but don't let that hold you back. 8D

You said that? 8D That's freaking awesome.
I know, some girls are unbelievable. It seems strange, but once they realize that the opposite sex is still the same species as us, and that neither the brain nor emotions have gender, all this skankery will become obsolete. If they ever recognize it. -_- Hookers are not sexy. They are desperate, literally, desperate for money. That is the only reason that they allow the scum of the male population to use their bodies to fulfill their needs--NEEDS. Adults males DO need sex to stay on a certain level of sanity (thus, the frequency of masturbation during late adolescence, when these hormones are revving up for the first time ever)--it was the way they were programmed to maintain a growing population--but a need does NOT mean they are in love with some hooker who is sour and miserable because she has to sell herself to a bunch of SDI-ridden dudes. (*lols*) That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. I mean, I've listened to prank calls on YouTube where a guy repeatedly prank calls a prostitute while she's working, and she is NOT happy to be doing what she's doing, nor is she exactly the most enchanting woman ever. Prostitute and customer have a mutual agreement--fulfillment of needs, and their relationship does not even come close to even a SHRED of platonic. Erg, you probably know all this... sorry. x_x Me typing out my brain again--I'm a kinetic learner so... I think aloud a LOT and aklsjkdljaskldjklsadsa
You're totally right. It's not that she wants other people to think she's sexy--that's what happens when a girl is unable to muster up some confidence for herself on her own. She relies on other people, but she has no flippin' idea what other people want from her because a) she's not other people and b) everyone wants something different/don't want anything at all. She needs attention. ._. Even if you tell her she's pretty WITH clothes on, that will only feed the fire.
Anyways, enough of my rambling ramble bluruiashda kldjaskl as.


That's why I just assume that I\m crazy enough that not only will I go to hell, but I have a special job reserved for me... poking souls with pitchforks. 8D
Anyone ever seen the movie "Little whatshisface? Benny? Jimmy?" The one with Adam Sandler in it... Little Billy? With the dog and the weed-brownies and the lisp and the three brothers who escape from Hell and wreak chaos upon the mortal world? X'D I love that movie...

I hope to beat two of my classmates in the nine-minute endurance run :P One of them runs long distance, like me, and another says she runs 200 metres but was sticking close to me when we Athletic Team people ram during the morning :P
Why am I fussing over this?

9:59/58. IDK yet. My best time is 9:08/07, and in the 1.5, it's 15.47, (though I've only ran it once). Yeah, the beep test (Pacer), I do about 42 I think. My best is 56, and I achieved that in 3rd Grade. Seriously? You are going into running again! That's amazing! I hope you do well. My suggestion is to start with like a football feild, and then half a mile, and stuff like that. Thanks for your support again. (And I hope you do well too) :o:D;):rolleyes:

For the mile run (here we call it the 1600m) my best time was 7:12, but that was last year and from there I've done a lot of training... dunno what this year's results will bring about. ._. My best for the beep test was 61, and at the end of both the beep test and the 1600 I was gagging, about to vomit everywhere. *_* I push myself pretty hard when I want to... My body is not naturally structured for running, though, and it took YEARS of training and frustration to even get that far. My shoulders are much wider than my hips and I naturally maintain upper body strength whereas, if I sit around, my legs will widdle down into nothings, so a) it's not easy on my diaphragm b) it's not easy on my knees, which are already weak in my genetics and c) eventually I'm going to have to stop and never pick up running again simply because of my bone:muscle ratio constantly pounding on my feet and knees. x_x It's quite complicated... I usually start with four miles at a set speed (I use the treadmill, so I go at 6 miles per hour, my top speed is 8 when I'm sprinting, 7 when I have a lot of energy, and 3 when I take a walking break) and just change the incline (my highest is 10 when I'm walking, 2-3 when I'm running and I'll reduce it to 0 if I'm tired or if it's the final fifteen minutes. :P)
Are you in elementary, middle, or high school? :P I\m in high school but I'm too terrified to join the running/track and field teams... ._. (*hides under a rock*)

Mile run...I've only done 1500 m before and it was...err...6:07:??, I think.

We get a 12-minute endurance run. x_x

Awesome! *_* That's fantastic! I hope I can shave off a minute... someday... ;_;

Well, adrenaline is useful :P That was during a competition.

UGH WHY U WASTE MY TIME RUNNIG COMPETITIONS?!
800 m at the end of September...on Mid-Autumn Festival too :P
And cross-country! /flails-and-dies.

The downsides and upsides to breaking your elbow:
Downsides:
-Every one won't stop asking you, "Can I help you with that?"
-No one can see your cool new tee-shirt because of the stupid sling.
-You miss swim practice for 3 WEEKS. -___-
-You also miss the swim meet you were training for.
-Apparently hugs are dangerous. *facepalm*
-You have to be careful not hit anything. This is espicially stinks when your clumsy, like me.
-It's hard to pick stuff up.
-Your elbow hurts.

Upsides:
-You get a $15 giftcard to Starbucks from your epic Aunt. ;3 *bliss*

@Pokey: I know, no one is forcing me to be friends with them... but here's something I didn't say...
MK and A used to be two of my BEST friends. We told each other everything. And they were both so shy! I mean, MK wouldn't even talk to a guy without blushing at the beginning of seventh grade. It's like... everything's changed. And I literally TOLD them that they were acting like... a bad word that I was annoyed enough to use, and they didn't even care... which is why I avoided them both for around 3 hours...still. :/
@Sandy: I know. MK has a super-big crush on this one guy, and one day she was dressed up for our middle school orientation, and her and Amanda saw the guy there... and he was like, "Amanda, where did you find her, on some Vegas street corner?" Because she really did look like it, she had this chunky metal necklace and short shorts and a neon lacy cropped shirt and dark makeup and stuff like that.
She just feels like she's prettier that way...but I have never even see a guy look more than a little confused at how she wasn't getting dress-coded. :I
Oh! Oh! And that one guy plays on the football team, and her and A dared all the football players to run through the sprinklers and he didn't want to, so she told him that if he did she would run through it in her bikini... he did... then she did... it's like, how far are you willing to go with this?!

Anyway.
/end-rant

Oh yeah, your Canadian! :rolleyes: airhead! <--- Anyways, I'm 8th grade, 13 years old. Really? That sucks that you may have to stop running. Luckily I'm more lower body, so I'm better at running than upper arm strength.

Teenage girls are weird like that. Some people feel perfectly comfortable showing everyone how 'sexy' they are. On the other hand, the people with a bit of dignity left get pretty freaked out if they have to take off their shirt. They'll learn they're being stupid once they're thirty.

Thanks but . . .what if it's my best friend. I don't want to leave her . . . she's been my best friend for 11-12 years now. And I'm extremely shy to the point where it's hard for me to make friends. I'm in a pickle :(

I share the belief in going to heaven, and even if you doubt it, what if it will come true? Just always keep the belief there and try to banish the fear :) I know, easier said then done but don't think about darkness when you die. Think of a light :)

... Did I read what I thought I just read? #_#

Yes, it appears I did.

. . .

8^I *quietly takes a break from the venting thread*

I'm nervous.

I auditioned for a musical (Beauty and the Beast) and I hope i got a really good part. :) But i have to wait a WEEK to find out...GAHHH I'M NOT THAT PATIENT!! XD

If I vent, I will sound like a walking advertisement for old christian rock music that my parents listen to. Okay?

Yeah.

Jars of Clay.

here

here

here (warning, that last one was one of the more deeply religous ones)

here

here (that's a little preachy too)

here

and here.



I want to go on a freaking road trip.

Now.

Yeah.

I have a feeling that was inspired by my post... :I
I'll go delete it, actually.

I have a feeling that I don't want to know what was there. >_<

There's nothing I can say. You just have to live your life.

It wasn't you; I didn't read your post because of your warning. No, it was...something someone else said. x_x I was just scanning the thread, and...ksdjkbskjfb. Nevermind, nevermind! *runs away*

Don't worry, Gabi, chances are it was probably me... <_< :^I DX

Wow... o_O High school is seriously, seriously... wow. Just the concept.

It... (*sigh*)... it really sets the course for the rest of your life, guys. Don't forget that. (I don't mean for homeschoolers... I mean public high school, where you're exposed to every little thing...)
...the most perfect girl...
I remember we would hate each other--we were jealous of each other's intellect. We were both at the top of all our classes.
She was like me, but a million times better.
A whiz at math.
A creative writer genius.
She was a mastermind.
Her mind was on hyper drive, all the time. Constantly analyzing, processing, and her teachers loved her.
In the recent years, we stopped hating each other and became friends. At the end of grade eight... she started to fall apart, and I could see what she really was inside. All this perfection, this illusion of divine sublimity that she always had... it crumbled. And at the root of all this perfection was a burning, hungering desire to please, to be approved of, for once.
Already, high school has worked its magic on her.
Now, she's into drugs; she abuses the sleeping pills and pain medication she was given; and she self harms. She's hopeless.
I couldn't believe this--I'm so disappointed in her. She's overflowing with potential... but she seemed to take on the role of a god when I was friends with her, and it started to crack her. Her ego was pretty much pouring out her ears... I could barely stand to listen to her because she had become so enveloped in delusions of herself and her grandeur and nonexistent superiority.
Everyone is falling apart around me. It's so strange...

Time to add her name to the list of my friends who are being utterly annihilated by real life.

I don't understand why they're all being cut down, it's almost like they're being smited by some kind of divine force... No, that's not what I don't understand.
I don't understand why my turn hasn't come yet.
Is it just a matter of time?
Is it just a matter of time until something crashed down around me too? Or has it already happened?
This is so unsettling.
It's like a building is collapsing around me, but I'm not getting anything. I'm just standing there, in the eye of the hurricane.

Am I in the clear? Or am I just on the waiting list?

OMPJ! That's terrible. I can't believe what she is doing! Anyways, I think that you're gonna be fine as long as you believe you will. :D

So . . . my friend . . .I just don't understand her sometimes. She gets depressed over the smallest things, and I must say, she's not very strong at all, mentally. Sort of like Sandy's friend, she had TONS of potential. I mean, she's great at almost everything. And then she just . . . goes downhill. Is depressed all the time. She cuts and I just don't understand it. I don't understand her, when I think I should.
I dunno. I'm just really confused and worried about her.
And she has attempted . . . . .
I'm just glad I'm there to talk her through it all . . . but still. I wish she could be more happy sometimes.

She's fallen under the grasp of an evil force called hormones. Sorry for the loss.

...I don't know if you were talking to Sandy or Lvhamsters, but uh, cutting and drug abuse is not HORMONES.
I'm sick of everyone blaming their hormones for everything when it can be more serious.

GAHH! It's so true *O*

I agree.

Sandy… I can't say I know for sure that you'll make it. I wish I could. But I believe you will make it—I believe in you. You seem really bloody strong.

Sandy, I second LST.
I don't know you in person, obviously, but I can tell that you're strong and I'm sure you can make it.

O_O

Sandy...you're not on any sort of waiting list. You're way too strong and way too objective to fall into stuff like that. That will NEVER happen to you. Not if you don't let it. That girl? She gave into it. She took the road that most teens take. But, guess what, Cass? It's optional. It's avoidable. You're not going to unravel like that. Some kids, unfortunately, choose the wrong option. I don't know why, but they do. They're blinded by wanting to feel good, and they think that will make them feel good. They think they're above the consequences. Sandy...you're too smart for that. <:^J

I feel like my best friend kind of overreacts all the time and makes things unnecessary and it annoys me:
Overreacting:
Me: It looks like I self-harmed. My rats need their nails trimmed!
Her: Oh no! She could do serious damage!
YES. I KNOW RIGHT, BECAUSE MY NAILS CAN ALSO SCRATCH ME AND IM GOING TO DIE FROM THEM HAHA YEAH.

I know, she's probably caring and I'm overreacting also, but this bothers me how she thinks every little problem about me is going to kill me.
And yeah, the cuts could be serious if I don't wash them, but I wash them with soap and water. :P

Eek! That sucks! Just tell her that she needs to chil down. That's my suggestion:D

I'm really sorry about your friend. Don't feel like you're going to have to turn out like her, just because the two of you were so similar. There isn't a 'waiting list' or anything, you're in charge of what happens to you. Be strong, you can pull through. If you ever feel yourself drifting away, just remember that you're in control, even if it doesn't feel like it.

Talking to Lvhamsters. I just read the first sentance, and then I left and then I came back. Now I feel stupid. XD

xD It's okay. Just try to avoid doing that on this thread, haha.

Feet are very, very, very tired.
Just finished running a 4800 m run.

Oh baby. *_*

Wow...

Was it a race, or just training?

Training, but keeping the time.
Is still very happy :DDDDDD