schizzed out pleonasm

Here I sit in a commodious colossus, trying to be seminal and recalcitrant by burgeoning my loquacious elocution as a paragon for the latent cavorts as if I were cogent and gregarious. Daft! I am not deft, nor do I use the proper cadence for such meritorious entomology. I redact and recapitulate my myopic circumlocution like an ostracized tome. I am a voluminous pariah without verbosity! I need to be placated.

I'm Hungry

I'm hungry. My church started at one o'clock today(for the first time in my life) and it was fast Sunday. I almost died. Why did I almost die? What's the deal with food? Sometimes eating food feels great and sometimes it's painful. Sometimes we just can't stop eating and other times we don't eat a thing. I'm probably the kind of person who likes to snack all the time. That's right, I'm that annoying girl in the back of a dead silent room, feudally trying to open a bag of chips without anyone noticing. And I even carry around a back up supply of food just in case. But then again sometimes I forget to eat. It's kind of weird. A couple days ago I had to go to school early so I didn't have time for breakfast. I was in the middle of my second class(which was French where you can't eat) and realized,"Wait a minute I haven't eaten yet!" So I thought,"Oh well, I'll eat between classes." But then I forgot to eat between classes and after that I had a meeting at lunch and forgot to eat again. I got home from school and went straight to practicing the piano cuz I had piano lessons that day. Then I went to my lesson and came back excited to practice my new music. Anyway it went on and on like that. Finally I realized it was 6:30 at night and I still hadn't eaten a thing all day. I felt fine. I wasn't really hungry, but I thought I probably should eat something to satisfy my mom, so I finally did. But then why do I have such a hard time with fast Sundays? Sometimes I almost faint on fast Sundays. Yet, I die when I eat out too much. I wonder what it is? Some people see eating just as a necessity. Others do it for pure joy. Which one am I?Which one are you? Well I don't care anymore!All I know is that it's fast Sunday and I'm hungry! But ya know, I met this lady in France who was a baptist or something and she would fast for weeks at a time. When we asked her how she did it she simply said,"Faith." Maybe I just need more faith to survive fast Sundays.