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I'm so sick right now.
I felt terrible all day...sore throat kind of thing...and now I'm getting the aches and fever, and I can feel it getting worse. It's so painful that I can't get myself to sleep.
Anyway, even though I was really sick and ready to pass out, I decided to go with a few friends to see "17 Again". It was pretty corny and definitely wasn't life-changing, but it was exactly what I needed for my mood. It was a nice block of time where an extremely well-dressed (and occasionally, under-dressed!) Zac Efron gazed longingly into the camera with his glorious blue eyes, sweat and/or tears dripping down from his face as he recited heart-felt lines to the woman he loved (which were probably targeted more towards his squealing teenaged audience), thus making me temporarily forget about Josh.
Good times.
Anyway, I have to wake up early tomorrow for a goddamn snare drum/mallot/tympani lesson. Fuck my life. I'm going to see if I can solve the sleep situation by taking more advil. Ciao people.
I felt terrible all day...sore throat kind of thing...and now I'm getting the aches and fever, and I can feel it getting worse. It's so painful that I can't get myself to sleep.
Anyway, even though I was really sick and ready to pass out, I decided to go with a few friends to see "17 Again". It was pretty corny and definitely wasn't life-changing, but it was exactly what I needed for my mood. It was a nice block of time where an extremely well-dressed (and occasionally, under-dressed!) Zac Efron gazed longingly into the camera with his glorious blue eyes, sweat and/or tears dripping down from his face as he recited heart-felt lines to the woman he loved (which were probably targeted more towards his squealing teenaged audience), thus making me temporarily forget about Josh.
Good times.
Anyway, I have to wake up early tomorrow for a goddamn snare drum/mallot/tympani lesson. Fuck my life. I'm going to see if I can solve the sleep situation by taking more advil. Ciao people.