This is your face on stress.

This was my face when I didn't immediatly find my track sweatpants :





This was my face when I STILL didn't find them :[





This is my face as I am currently munching on Hot Tamales at 11:34 at night and distressedly trying to find my pants. >:(





This is my face at 11:36 as I rush upstairs with a flashlight to see if my pants are upstairs >O= :) (that thing is a lightbulb by the way)





This is my face as I come racing down the stairs (about to break my neck) with my pants and a handful of Hot Tamales stuffed in my mouth. :D





And now I'm going to go to sleep, and all of these delicious sugary Hot Tamales are going to cement into body fat because my brain and digestive system are like "AW HAAAAAAYYYYYLLLL NO! I'm tired too you jerk! You know what?! SCREW YOU. I'm not digesting this and burning it up. You can just let it TURN INTO FAT. YOU LIKE THAT?!"

And guess what?

I'm still eating those Hot Tamales. What can I say? I'm a bored eater and candy is DELICIOUS!

I need to control my eating habits...
-Helcar : (I'm really tired and I have a track meet tomorrow...)

oh and 'BTW'...when I said "I came running down the stairs with my pants and a handful of hot tamales shoved in my mouth" I did NOT mean that my PANTS were in my mouth too. I just wanted to clarify because I am the type of person that would read that wrong and think it was a lot funnier than it was...just sayin. :)