7 Deadly Sins

I have all the symptoms of post-holiday zombietosis. sloth- check, gluttony-check, wrath- check, greed- check, pride- check, lust-check, envy- check. The seven deadly sins got me in the end, but somehow I'm still walking around. I'm a zombie.

My first and capitol sin is most definitely sloth. I have been lazing around for 3 days now, getting next to nothing completed. I am the model of slovenly with my frizzy hair, all-day pj's, and fluffy pink slippers.

Next I have my gluttony. I haven't eaten a real meal since Christmas dinner. since then, I've gotten up at noon and eaten only chocolate chip cookies (making them is my one accomplishment of these past few days), hershey kisses, orange juice, and popcorn. yup, it's a near all-chocolate diet, it's gross, and completely unhealthy.

Then I have wrath, which isn't really wrath per say, more of a channeled annoyance turned inner anger directed at my little sister. she has become the most annoying and irritating thirteen year old brat ever. I know her behavior is cosmic justice for my own teenie-bopper drama, but still. does she have to so annoying?

next is greed coupled with envy. which is fairly easy to do post christmas. you see cool things on TV and cool things other people got, you then get jealous, and then you start counting your christmas earnings from uninspired relatives. you look at, feel up, and dream about all the things you have while simultaneously plotting your next purchases and gift lists. it's an awful consumer cycle, and I'm guilty of it. I guess thats why I'm dead.

Pride isn't my worst sin of the moment. The weak spot with this sin came on Christmas when all the relatives were praising me on my acceptance to college. When they congratulated me, I felt my ego swell and I was soon gushing with all the delightful details of the school. I was sure never to leave out how great I am for being accepted. All my amazing grades a so-called writing skills. I'm glowy, gloaty and guilty, what can I say?

I suppose I'm not really guilty of lust, but I could stretch it to say that I've fallen in love with skinny girls on TV recently. I mean, I've always liked them the way normal people do, but lately I just am in love with them. I want to just stare and stare and somehow become their clothes and jewelry just to be around them all the time. I'm a commercial junky, and I love models. It baffles me how anyone who looks that amazing would ever feel otherwise. I was watching ANTM and one of the girls was saying how she never felt beautiful before but she was skinny as a stick with a face to die for. I just don't get it.

random and doesn't fit with the post but I liked it-

"They came with hatchets hidden in their socks. We didn't know it at the time, but from the very beginning they weren't looking to make friends with us. Rather it was the opposite they were seeking, in their eyes we were never going to make it out of this twisted relationship alive."