I desperately need this week away to bring some colour to my skin - a week indoors from swine flu has left me bordering on see through...well apart from my excess of freckles.
Have had rather a lazy Sunday in all respects, done nothing really apart from spend all day wandering around the town and occassionally stopping at places for something to eat. This trip is going to leave me positively fat - i'm start to get rather paranoid about it! I am forced to eat whenever the parentals do, which quite often means finding myself with a piece of cake shoved in front of my face. I am not even able to say that i'm not hungry because that just leads to aggrivation (i used to count calories obsessively, at one point going as far as limiting myself to 500 a day...i dropped from 13 stone to 8 and a half and ever since this my parents think im starting to go downhill again if i don't eat whenever everyone else does). Oh well, thank god i brought the Wii and Wii fit with me, methinks i'll be on that tonight!
OK, rant over...now to the date. It's the anniversary of Elvis's death today and i don't know if it's just me but since Michael Jackson's sad departure this seems even more poignant. Fame to me seems to be a very dangerous thing for people who are probably not emotionally stable enough to handle it.
Who lets these stars get so riddled with drugs? I don't understand it...are people around them so busy concentrating on trying to get the most money out of them that they can't see their imminant downfall? Elvis...Michael...even Heath Ledger who was really in his prime. I honestly wouldn't be suprised if people like Britney Spears or Lyndsey Lohan went the same way as well. Everything to live for, fantastic careers...but all so deeply troubled and unhappy.
Some things are just not worth dying for. Makes me think that i'd definitely rather be poor like i am now than live the lives that they do.
Money definitely can't buy you happiness...or love for that matter.
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