I am so bitter over not being 21.
My issue with leaves can't be a phobia if I don't scream and pass out right? I'm pretty sure i need to get hysterical and pass out when I am around leaves. I just feel grossed out and get upset if I have to step on one.
I think I have another stress fracture. Not in the same place as the last two times, I guess that's good? Same foot though.
My weekend kind of sucked. It was Ryan's birthday, but could I go? Noooo, his friends threw him a party at a bar. Jen was showing me pictures, and he has a really hot friend, all I know is he is Mitch's brother, so he is older than Mitch which is lame because he's hot. I had to be over there anyway, so I crashed at Sean and Jen's and their cat Ishka slept on my chest all night. For most cats this isn't weird, but Ishka HATES people. She likes Sean and Jen, she likes me, but that is about it. For the most part all any of us can do is pet her a few times, then she runs away. But she layed on my chest, insisted on being there, and would hit me with her head if I didn't continuously pet her. It was weird. Friday was of course, lame because of ballet class in the morning and Nut rehearsals all day Saturday, so my Saturday (Ryan's birthday) was lame. Sunday wasn't bad though.
I need to write my history paper. Boo for history.
I think I have another stress fracture. Not in the same place as the last two times, I guess that's good? Same foot though.
My weekend kind of sucked. It was Ryan's birthday, but could I go? Noooo, his friends threw him a party at a bar. Jen was showing me pictures, and he has a really hot friend, all I know is he is Mitch's brother, so he is older than Mitch which is lame because he's hot. I had to be over there anyway, so I crashed at Sean and Jen's and their cat Ishka slept on my chest all night. For most cats this isn't weird, but Ishka HATES people. She likes Sean and Jen, she likes me, but that is about it. For the most part all any of us can do is pet her a few times, then she runs away. But she layed on my chest, insisted on being there, and would hit me with her head if I didn't continuously pet her. It was weird. Friday was of course, lame because of ballet class in the morning and Nut rehearsals all day Saturday, so my Saturday (Ryan's birthday) was lame. Sunday wasn't bad though.
I need to write my history paper. Boo for history.