It gets worse before it gets better.
I haven't updated in forever and a day, but you know what, I don't care. I went home for spring break and got sick (Thanks, Ang and Dad). When I'm at school, I'm completely healthy; I go home for a week and they give me their disease. For some reason it just keeps getting worse. Last weekend it seemed like it would end, but then I woke up Monday and I sounded like a boy going through puberty because I couldn't talk without my voice cracking. Today I just sound like a man. I think going to All Abs and Kick and Sculpt was a bad idea (explanation below). All I've eaten today was two granola bars, but the thought of food nauseates me. I can't wait to go home so my mommy will take care of me.
Saturday Bonnie, Bridget, and I went to the glorious Target just off the Roosevelt stop. It's a magical place--it has TWO stories and an escalator for carts! We tried on bikinis for our trip to Cali and we all realized that this is the fattest that any of us have been. I realize I'm not fat as in overweight (I have to gain two pounds before April 6 so I can donate blood. I'm so close, yet so far!). By fat I mean I have unattractive adipose tissue in the ab area that must go. Thus, the All Abs. Half an hour of a hardcore ab workout for heifas like the three of us didn't sit too well so we went to Kick and Sculpt to get a cardio/light strength training workout and of course to stretch. Afterwards I felt worlds better, but then I realized that that was only because I had taken drugs before we went.
Now I'm shaking like a crack addict going through withdrawal so I'm going to take some medicine and read Descartes in bed. Descartes, I love your math; I hate your philosophy!