Apr 25, 2005 19:53
Yesterday was the last day of vacation. It was well spent, I'd say. The morning started out with JT making us a lovely breakfast at Christine's house, then I went home for a bit and hung out with the fam and my nana and grampy. We had turkey which was very cool then Stine came and picked me up and we got John, grabbed some coffee and fries, and cruised. Ended up visiting Kat for quite a while (I love her) then went back to Christine's. Chris came home, I missed him! Then I went home. I didn't open a book all vacation so I decided it would be stupid to start.
Today suckedddddd. School really seems so pointless now. I don't do anything, and my grades are beginning to show it. I just don't care AT ALL. All day I was so nervous that I was making myself sick, and what I was nervous about didn't even end up happening. I just want to get this out and get this done with. However hard it is going to be, it needs to be done. But the ball is no longer in my court... So anyways I went to Friendlys at 3 for some gay training thing. While I was there I fainted, for the first time ever. That was kinda scary. One minute I'm telling Leah I feel dizzy then the next I was on the floor. As retarded as this sounds, I really think it was nerves. I'm making myself sick. After sitting down and having some OJ, I felt better. I went to the Feehan baseball game with Leah after and met up with Mike, Kat, and John. We got some papa ginos then I drove Mike and Leah home, and took an extremely scenic route home. I wore my gangsta shades and listened to Aerosmith and felt a little better.
When I came home I got the third degree from my mom who is nagging me because she thinks I am sickly. She thinks I don't eat which is the farthest thing from the truth, but she was bitching about how I've lost weight which hey considering I eat like a pig and never exercise, it makes no sense! Eh. So that was a bad time to bring up the fainting incident. But she told me to go to bed early and I told her I had too much homework (like I'd do it anyways) so she said I could skip the dinner at WSC tomorrow (yah tomorrow, my dad fucked up the date). So that's sweet.
So bye.