My Laziness Knows No Bounds -__-

So, I meant to write about this a few days ago but didn't because of the whole laziness thing.

I am sooooooooo lazyyyyyyyyyyyy. Like, it's gotten to the point where I won't/can't do anything for myself. So there I was, slobbing it out on the recliner and I think I was eating something and I asked my mom to take the empty bowl and put it in the sink for me. She wouldn't. My dad saw and he like forced me to get up and do it myself. Then my mom asked me to do something. So I told my sister to do it. And then my dad forced me to do it myself. Then he made me pick up something and throw it away from underneath the recliner. AND THEN he made me "do the same motions" 10 times because that was the only kind of exercise I was getting. Because apparently I don't do anything but sit around all day. ALL DAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And it's kinda true.

So my New Year's resolution is to limit my time with my laptop. But I'm not gonna say how much I'm gonna limit it. I trust my judgment enough to think that I would limit myself reasonably. And I decided that my new form of "exercise" (well, I dunno if you can call it exercise but at least I won't be able to eat or sit down while I'm doing it) is to HULA HOOP while mindlessly watching TV.

See, I would have decided to start running everyday and going to the gym like I used to but my laziness has gotten to the point where I won't even run on the treadmill IN OUR HOUSE because I'm too lazy to put my socks and sneakers on. At least with hula hooping, I don't need socks. Or shoes.

But hula hooping is kinda blah though. You don't get the endorphins you get from running. I LOVE running. I mean I'm not one of those weirdos that love "to run". I don't like the actual RUNNING part. But when I'm done, then I'm happy and I actually look forward to the next day when I'm gonna run again. BUT NOW I'M SO LAZYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LOLOLOLOL. I'm at my uncle's house and apparently the toilet upstairs is clogged so everyone's upstairs and they're trying to figure out how to unclog it and make it work again. It's hilarious. And now people are talking about my other uncle's marriage and his "matches" and stuff. And now they're talking about watches. And now they're talking about drums.

I put make-up on my uncle today :D I put foundation and mascara on him but he wouldn't let me do eyeliner for him. Lololol.

Oh, and now we're reading each other's palms.

I'm out.