Ow
So, I finally will write my complaints. I have been meaning to write this for a few days. I have: Two canker sores on my lower lip which burn. Burn burn burn. A fucking lot. Seriously. A LOT. Yeah. A
BREAKING NEWS
"I probably shouldn't be lying naked on my sister's bed and talking to you, so... i'm gonna go."
I love Margaret. I love every fucking insane part of her. Except the very small mole on her chin.
END NEWSCAST
lot. But beyond that, I also have a cold sore in the back of my throat. Also, i havent had my retainer in in forever and my teeth are shifting, but i cant wear them b/c it seriously fucking hurts the sores. Also, my eyes are dry and red and ow, and my nose alternates between oozing and being filled with nasty, caked boogers that block air passages and only move if i sneeze.
I'm getting better, though.
Jessica Numbers (The New Pornographers, off of Twin Cinema) takes two or three plays to grow on you and then won't let go. Currently on repeat. In my soul and iTunes. I've been procrastinating on homework for 2 hours and 10 minutes now.
Psych presentation today went wellish. Also a long-ass bio test that makes me feel like a real biologist. Quiz me on invertebrates. Go on, i dare you. Well, don't actually. But i know a lot more than i did before.
Less than a month to April 1, Less than 2 months to the AP tests. College in something around six months. April means Maryland and whoever may be in it (ha! Alison = Mary to some, and she is in Maryland... ha.) I am so out of touch with some people it is not even funny, and then when/if i see/talk to them i feel kind of awkward because it has been years and they're the years when we really become people and blah blah blah.
I need a shower. Sickness like this kills all personal hygeine that does not make me feel directly better. I.E, i have not showered in 5 days, and will not until my lip is a bit better. Or friday-ish. Because while my mouth is crystal clean and my lips are chapping from spilling medication and excessive (but gentle) scrubbing, my hair has been in a ponytail for 3 days, being let loose for maybe 6 brushings. I don't like it.
But you didn't need to know that.
Oh. I forgot. I got a new notebook today. As in, i finished an old one. First one in a while when i didn't take the last page to write some sort of last-page entry thingy. Oh. I have to date it still, i forgot... But most important was that it has the highest ratio of Writing to Doodles yet. This makes me happy. I will eventually get to the point where it is 150 sheets of prose with only marginal (pun!) doodles. Whoo.
Why, if i have stopped trying to get a girlfriend and realized that i will probably not have one until college (and, by deduction, go to college a virgin, oh em gee i'm a loser), do i still immediately rate every girl i meet/talk to on whether or not i would like to go out with them?
That question makes me seem like a loser. I'm gonna go kill some seals with my bear hands and use the bones to kill whales. I will finally see if Orcas can appreciate irony.
BREAKING NEWS
"I probably shouldn't be lying naked on my sister's bed and talking to you, so... i'm gonna go."
I love Margaret. I love every fucking insane part of her. Except the very small mole on her chin.
END NEWSCAST
lot. But beyond that, I also have a cold sore in the back of my throat. Also, i havent had my retainer in in forever and my teeth are shifting, but i cant wear them b/c it seriously fucking hurts the sores. Also, my eyes are dry and red and ow, and my nose alternates between oozing and being filled with nasty, caked boogers that block air passages and only move if i sneeze.
I'm getting better, though.
Jessica Numbers (The New Pornographers, off of Twin Cinema) takes two or three plays to grow on you and then won't let go. Currently on repeat. In my soul and iTunes. I've been procrastinating on homework for 2 hours and 10 minutes now.
Psych presentation today went wellish. Also a long-ass bio test that makes me feel like a real biologist. Quiz me on invertebrates. Go on, i dare you. Well, don't actually. But i know a lot more than i did before.
Less than a month to April 1, Less than 2 months to the AP tests. College in something around six months. April means Maryland and whoever may be in it (ha! Alison = Mary to some, and she is in Maryland... ha.) I am so out of touch with some people it is not even funny, and then when/if i see/talk to them i feel kind of awkward because it has been years and they're the years when we really become people and blah blah blah.
I need a shower. Sickness like this kills all personal hygeine that does not make me feel directly better. I.E, i have not showered in 5 days, and will not until my lip is a bit better. Or friday-ish. Because while my mouth is crystal clean and my lips are chapping from spilling medication and excessive (but gentle) scrubbing, my hair has been in a ponytail for 3 days, being let loose for maybe 6 brushings. I don't like it.
But you didn't need to know that.
Oh. I forgot. I got a new notebook today. As in, i finished an old one. First one in a while when i didn't take the last page to write some sort of last-page entry thingy. Oh. I have to date it still, i forgot... But most important was that it has the highest ratio of Writing to Doodles yet. This makes me happy. I will eventually get to the point where it is 150 sheets of prose with only marginal (pun!) doodles. Whoo.
Why, if i have stopped trying to get a girlfriend and realized that i will probably not have one until college (and, by deduction, go to college a virgin, oh em gee i'm a loser), do i still immediately rate every girl i meet/talk to on whether or not i would like to go out with them?
That question makes me seem like a loser. I'm gonna go kill some seals with my bear hands and use the bones to kill whales. I will finally see if Orcas can appreciate irony.