Speak, Pizza, Ridiculous Amounts of Caffeine, and a Holiday Called: Stress

I finished a book last night called Speak and it was really good. I don't want spoil it for you in case you ever plan on reading it, but I can relate to the main character very well. The entire book is written in present tense, which is very hard to do (or maybe just to me), and blunt. By blunt I mean she uses short sentences, and she puts into practice this quote: "Say what you mean, and mean what you say". Successfully, I might add. At first, it was slow, but then as I got used to the tone of the book, it got more and more interesting. Good book. You should read it.

Almost 30 minutes to an hour ago, John got Mary, Elizabeth, and I PIZZA! Pizza! Bad, cravings. Bad. You'll be the death of me... No, really. By the time I'm 30 I swear I'm going to resemble a certain Aunt Marge from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Askaban. And that will kill me. Obesity kills. I have an eating disorder. And not the kind where you DON'T eat or you BARF up all your food. The kind that actually sounds like it's name. An EATING disorder. As in, Becca eats too much. But food is good... And how can you pass up long-wanted pizza?! HOW? I must know!!! Did I really just rant on about on about getting fat? Speaking of which, it would be cool to be a cow for a day, no a week. :)

So today I awoke at 6:30 AM, which is early for me. I died of exhaustion, so naturally I thought "Caffeine!". Dr. Pepper. After that beverage we went to my Madre's doctor's appointment, and there I was still crippling myself from sleepiness, so naturally I thought "Caffeine". Starbucks. After this...Okay this is getting annoying. This is all the caffeine I had today:

-Dr. Pepper

-Cappuccino

-Diet Coke

-Mug of regular caffeinated coffee.

Tada! Caffeine overload!

I hate how you always do most of your rushing AROUND the holidays. Holidays insinuate thoughts like "Peace", "Break", "Sleep", and "No homework"

You couldn't get any more opposite. Think about it. You're rushing (well I am) to get your homework turned in before Christmas "break", and then all your teachers GIVE you homework TO DO on your "break". Why is it called a "break", if it's... well... not? You're family, and everyone else you know is rushing to get presents... on sale. Rushing to plan parties. And do you think that you're sleeping or relaxing while this is going on? I don't think so, Bob.

Hugs on the other hand...