I have turned into a big loser. I have traded in nights of trashness (another made up name perhaps) for nights of essays. I have traded in being a tart for being completely asexual. I have traded in naughty stories for being the receiver of others naughty stories and often being disgusted...like a grandma. I have traded in spending my few dollars at op shops for getting gym clothes (WHAT THE FUCK). I have traded in Lace bodysuits for woolen turtle necks. I have traded in staying up late and not caring about the consequences for getting a good 9 hours sleep I have traded in fantasying about the hot boys I come across on the street to thoughts of 'poor boy hes trying to look cool and fit in' AND worst of all I have traded in Macdonalds for well food.
WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME?. Seriously. Yesterday I was trying to find a wireless cafe and for some reason Melbourne turned into Perth for a moment and no on was aware of the amazing technology that is the Internet then one girl suggested Mcdonalds and I just gave this face of disgust and said erm No. Since when did I ever become a food snob I'm Mcdonalds biggest fan. Then on the tram home I spotted a boy who i really should of been attracted to and instead I felt pity for him..Im a fucking grandma. When I get back to Melbourne im going to get a job at a bar hopefully it might ignite some of wild Katelyn. Even just the boy crushes that would be nice. And before you get to worried and assume im this major fittness freak (I realise you know that will never happen) after buying my gym gear I went for a hour walk around the cemetry but old Katelyn came back and I wore my cons and came home with the most amazing blood blister and havent walked since and in my defence the polo shirt was to cute not to purchase.
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