And I Hate People Who Don't Masturbate
I have no idea what came over me yesterday but it was quite the shitty sickness. Gawd that sucked. I mean, I probably should have been tipped off by the debilatating headache the night before, but well, let's face it guys, I am just not that intelligent of a person. In any case, that blew. I was getting sick and dizzy just from looking at paper in front of me or posters around the room. Gey. S'alright though because people are mad nice to me when I'm out of sorts and I love them because they're cool. And Tomek was excellent for giving me a ride home, even though I possibly got more sick from his driving. lol. My mom is possibly the only parent in the world who would yell at their child for getting sick too. She's bloody insane man. Whatever, I feel sorta better-ish-ness today and James is the best medicine too.
Hmm. I really have nothing more to write. It's very weird around here lately. And I think that if I had a car I would spend very little time at home. However, I am forced to. Stoopid home. For the moment here are some people and/or things that can generally suck it. My mom can suck it. My stomach being stupid and ridiculously gay right now can suck it. New Britain High can suck it. Classes there can suck it. Dr. Realle more specifically can suck it. AP English can suck it. Snow and the resulting mud can suck it. Noses can suck it. The sun in my eye can suck it. Red & Gold can suck it. 2nd Gold Cafe can suck it. Being sick can fucking suck it.
Arg, can you tell I do not feel well? But, in other news, I think he died, I really, really do.