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i'm so tired and all i want to do is finish my reports on five of the pictures on my collage for my america in the 60s class but so far i've only finished one on Andy Warhol. I wish they didn't have to be so detailed! i wrote such a long thing on Warhol i feel like writing anything else will take sooooo long and it won't be as good as the first. I started one on woodstock, and i've pretty much planned out what other pictures i'd like to describe but i just have no motivation to do so right now. I have another day to do it anyway so it's not like it matters but i really wanted to get it all done and just hand it in tomorrow so i can leave after my 3rd period final on wednesday. Tomorrows finals will be easy. Journalism i just have to pass in my binder, and graphic design i have to make an ad. should be a piece of cake. i wish i knew why i was so tired. marilene was here earlier and i just kind of laid on my bed with my eyes closed for like an hour. i probably fell asleep on and off which should make me less tired now but of courseeee it doesn't. i'm honestly probably going to post this then lay in bed. i wish it didn't hurt my body to sit here just a little longer though. just a little longer without pain and i'd probably be able to get at least my woodstock report done, or i'd be able to talk to someone which is what i want to do the most. i just want to talk to someone, anyone. i'm almost trying to start conversations via text lately because my body just can't take it to sit here and type. my wrists start to ache, my back constantly hurts, my legs get sore, my shoulders, just everything. i end up wanting to lay in my bed every second of everyday and thats where i'm headed now. my lymph nodes thankfully stopped being swollen and painful. that actually scared my dad because most of the time that means cancer (but i wasn't worried about that) i looked it up under lyme disease though and it is another symptom of it so thankfully wednesday i'll be able to put an end to all this wonder. marilene rubbed my back for a little while today, it felt good for the most part but my back was really tender to touch in some spots and i felt like she was stabbing me half the time. i'm done ranting, i really just wish i had someone to talk to right now. it's not even that i'm upset or anything, i just feel like i have so much to say and no one to say it to. i miss jason. i'm used to seeing him for so many hours of the day and when i don't get to it's like i have a million extra things to say. i just ramble to him for hours upon hours in the car. i love that, i love just talking.