Why yes it is, in case you're wondering. How do I know this you may ask. Well, it's because is happened to me and I'm a girl. What a lucky person I am. It happened yesterday (Wednesday the 14). How did it happen? Well, thanks to Jillian Michaels I was doing plié [plee-AY] jumps and I guess I squatted down too far and I pulled the muscle. How great because I'm going to Disneyland on Saturday and Comic Con is next week. So anyways, I'm sitting here with a heating pad and I kinda feel weird, like I'm getting shocked, but it's a very light sensation.
P.S. I don't really feel pain anymore because of the painkillers and muscle relaxers, but it really hurt at first.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
I'm Sorry
Ok, so apparently yesterday's post was a giant overreaction. Everyone who has seen the cupcake pops think they actually look like cupcakes and everyone who has eaten them has really liked them. I too must admit that I've eaten about 10 (if not more) of them because I like them so much. So, I'm sorry for sounding kinda psycho, but that's how I felt yesterday, but apparently I was wrong. It's nice to be wrong about something bad for once. Usually when I'm wrong it sucks, but this time was ok. However, there were some things I said yesterday that I won't take back. It was a lot of hard work. It was very time consuming and my feet hurt. But I guess it has all been worth it after seeing people's faces when they eat the pops. So it all turned out ok in the end, it was a test run after all and a learning experience. Except for, I think I probably gained 5 pounds (no seriously, I had to go back to my bigger pants because my looser pants were really tight on me.)
Why do I fail at life so hard?
I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL I FAIL
at life. Geez, it just seems like everything I've done in the last couple days has just been a failure. I can't do anything right and now I just hate myself. It's come to the point where I just want to be shot and be put out of my failing misery.
Exhibit A:
I have failed yet again. I tried to make cupcake pops and just ended up with a mess. The cake wasn't the fail. That was actually pretty good tasting. It was the rest of it that failed really hard. Actually, maybe the cake did fail. It was really greasy when I was trying to roll it into little balls. That was so disgusting. Man, I used to really like baking, but the last couple attempts I've made have failed miserably. I hate myself.
Absolutely nothing about this was a success. Every step kept getting worse and worse until I just wanted to smash everything.
This is what it's supposed to look like: http://www.bakerella.com/make-your-cupcakes-pop/
I wish I could just be good at one thing. But I'm not. I suck at everything I do, and then when I finally think I'm doing something right. I realize it's wrong or suddenly I can't do it anymore. I hate myself and I hate my life. But there's no one to blame but myself and the crap luck that I have. I don't blame my parents and I don't blame God. I just blame me and life. Not everyone can be a success. I know I'm not the biggest failure ever. I know that there are others out there that definitely have it worse than me. But right now, none of that seems to matter.
It's times like these when I think, "gosh Rachel, you're such a failure. Why don't you just give up on life. The world would be a much better place without you. Or maybe it doesn't even matter because it's not like I even made a difference in the world. I'm just a tiny spec, tinier than all of the other human specs on the face of the planet. Nobody even knows my name." But then something good usually happens to get me out of my depressed mood. Well, I'm waiting....I'll probably be waiting for the rest of my sad life.
at life. Geez, it just seems like everything I've done in the last couple days has just been a failure. I can't do anything right and now I just hate myself. It's come to the point where I just want to be shot and be put out of my failing misery.
Exhibit A:
I have failed yet again. I tried to make cupcake pops and just ended up with a mess. The cake wasn't the fail. That was actually pretty good tasting. It was the rest of it that failed really hard. Actually, maybe the cake did fail. It was really greasy when I was trying to roll it into little balls. That was so disgusting. Man, I used to really like baking, but the last couple attempts I've made have failed miserably. I hate myself.
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| From Food Creations |
Absolutely nothing about this was a success. Every step kept getting worse and worse until I just wanted to smash everything.
This is what it's supposed to look like: http://www.bakerella.com/make-your-cupcakes-pop/
I wish I could just be good at one thing. But I'm not. I suck at everything I do, and then when I finally think I'm doing something right. I realize it's wrong or suddenly I can't do it anymore. I hate myself and I hate my life. But there's no one to blame but myself and the crap luck that I have. I don't blame my parents and I don't blame God. I just blame me and life. Not everyone can be a success. I know I'm not the biggest failure ever. I know that there are others out there that definitely have it worse than me. But right now, none of that seems to matter.
It's times like these when I think, "gosh Rachel, you're such a failure. Why don't you just give up on life. The world would be a much better place without you. Or maybe it doesn't even matter because it's not like I even made a difference in the world. I'm just a tiny spec, tinier than all of the other human specs on the face of the planet. Nobody even knows my name." But then something good usually happens to get me out of my depressed mood. Well, I'm waiting....I'll probably be waiting for the rest of my sad life.
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