Still Yucky
Well...school was miserable yesterday and today. I can barely talk, and when I do it's a completely unearthly demonic sound churrning up from my gullet.
Gullet makes me think of mullet. Mullets are fun. I've always wanted one (not really) I've seen many a people with the wonderful hairstyle. Yay!
Ok...that was really random. I think my meds are getting to me.
Anyways, people laugh at me when I talk, I tried to eat soft-shell burritos at lunch yesterday and my throat started bleeding. It tasted good, but that was bad, cuz it like hurt...and stuff.
(that was me taking a page out of Victoria's 'hippie lingo' book of doom)
She wants to talk to me on the phone and hear my darth-vader grumble of a voice. Maybe if she ever gets on I will give her my number. Wootels.
I do have some good news though! My parents think I've been though a lot of pain and tourture this past week...So they decided as a consolation for my suffering, they're 'adding more pain' and letting me FINALLY get my septum pierced!!! *jumps around and dances in joy*
This will be my first (and hopefully not last) piercing, and it should've been done a long time ago. They know I'm stuck in this mindset and dress style and I won't 'fad out of it' or something, so this is a little late on my list. Oh well, I'm too happy to complain. Not sure when I'm getting it done, though, so when I hear something, I'll post it up.
I don't have anything going on tonight, as there's nowhere to go and nothing to do. But I probably won't be on, because like Thursday, I'll probably go to bed around 7-7:30 and wake up at noon tomarrow. Traumatic medical procedures take a toll on your exhaustion level.
Gullet makes me think of mullet. Mullets are fun. I've always wanted one (not really) I've seen many a people with the wonderful hairstyle. Yay!
Ok...that was really random. I think my meds are getting to me.
Anyways, people laugh at me when I talk, I tried to eat soft-shell burritos at lunch yesterday and my throat started bleeding. It tasted good, but that was bad, cuz it like hurt...and stuff.
(that was me taking a page out of Victoria's 'hippie lingo' book of doom)
She wants to talk to me on the phone and hear my darth-vader grumble of a voice. Maybe if she ever gets on I will give her my number. Wootels.
I do have some good news though! My parents think I've been though a lot of pain and tourture this past week...So they decided as a consolation for my suffering, they're 'adding more pain' and letting me FINALLY get my septum pierced!!! *jumps around and dances in joy*
This will be my first (and hopefully not last) piercing, and it should've been done a long time ago. They know I'm stuck in this mindset and dress style and I won't 'fad out of it' or something, so this is a little late on my list. Oh well, I'm too happy to complain. Not sure when I'm getting it done, though, so when I hear something, I'll post it up.
I don't have anything going on tonight, as there's nowhere to go and nothing to do. But I probably won't be on, because like Thursday, I'll probably go to bed around 7-7:30 and wake up at noon tomarrow. Traumatic medical procedures take a toll on your exhaustion level.