i'm working on solving my out-of-control allergy issues. i got some...something. medicine. from my mom, and it works pretty freakin good. well.
went to the roncalator's house; had fun as usual. cookout, rocket launcher wars, video games, and 4 square.
i totally tried to capitalize '4' and put '$'
i are smart.
Take the quiz:
"What Star Wars Character Are You?"
Han Solo
Your sarcasm is remarkable. Because of your harsh childhood you have become excellent at supressing your emotions and appearing driven only by money, but you do have a soft side...
i wonder if i will be able to wake up on time (for what would be the first time this week) tomorrow. doubtful.
i should write. but i don't feel like it. i could say i lack inspiration, but that would be lying. i guess there's just really no point to it. it's just there to look pretty. it loses its meaning once read, then drifts away into the archive of stale and meaningless literature.
wait, shitfuck, there's a meeting tomorrow. maybe i should..
no.
here's to finishing prom shopping, and recovering. from uh, crippling illness.