I didn't end up going to college today.
In a way, I was glad. I got to spend some quality time at home with my Wii.

I've started a new save on Super Smash Bros. Brawl.
It's turned out a lot better this run through - I've completed the Subspace Emissary in just under 9 and a half hours, when last time, it took me 20.
(I can't understand why it took me THAT long...)

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I had to go to the doctors this morning.
I had to see the fucking bitchy cunt nurse practicioner.
She's such a TWAT.

For 17 years, I've been overweight. The doctors have NEVER mentioned it to me.
So clearly, it's not been a problem.
I was originally going to see her to get some more pills - but then I developed this chest infection, so there was two reasons to see her.

She said I couldn't go back on the pills because my BMI is too high.
This is bullshit - Shelly is on the pill and her BMI is several points higher than mine.
Perhaps I couldn't be on THAT pill - but I could have gotten SOME pill.

Every time I go and see this cunt of a nurse - see, she's not even a real doctor - she always has this FACE.
It's the "oh-it's-that-fat-girl-who-forgets-to-take-her-medication-and-gets-lots-of-chest-infections" face.

So the one time I went in to see her about something OTHER than a chest infection - which was my dodgy periods - I just look at her and say "IT'S NOT ABOUT MY CHEST..." - and her face instantly changed.

She's such a twat. Hate her so much.

She says I could have 3 months to lose a stone.
She suggests I go and see the weight loss consellor - to which I declined, I see enough fucking counsellors as it is.
I wouldn't have cared if she'd phrased it: "the service is available" - as opposed to "YOU WILL GO, YOU FAT CUNT".

She says I have 3 months to lose a stone - then what does she perscribe me for my chest?
FUCKING STEROIDS.

I take EIGHT a fucking day.
Yes, I'm really going to fucking lose weight taking those.

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I thought my mam was going to moan at me when I told her what she'd said on the phone.
I was fucking bowled over in shock when mam turned out to actually be on my side!

Mam even agreed with the statement I proclaimed: "I don't care about my weight, why should anyone else?"
To which mam responded with: "Exactly."

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I spent the rest of the night trying to cheer myself up with a Brawl marathon.
Dad made some beef pies. They were super-lush.

He'd got a joint of roast beef, diced it up, mixed it up with some casserole mix and Bisto gravy.
I do believe it was a very close contender to my nana's steak pies.
I'm unsure of which pie is victor...