wallowing in disease
i'm sitting here waiting for my rice porridge to finish cooking. i should be at the eisemann right now but i just got home about half an hour ago and i can't bring myself to leave again. i feel so horrible. i'm starving but i can't eat because i can't swallow. and you guys know how much i love to eat :(
well, i meant to update yesterday, but here is a brief [or not-so-brief] re-cap of my weekend:
friday--
skipped b4 to donate blood. the worst part was having my finger pricked. it just kept hurting. i waited forever--it was finally my turn long after the bell had already rung. first they stuck my right arm. but apparently the blood was flowing too slowly, so they pulled it back out and asked me if i wanted to do it again. hell yes i'm doing it again, i didn't just get my finger and arm stabbed for nothing! so then they stuck my left arm, and thank the lord, blood was flowing out profusely. good thing michael was there to hold my hand while i was mouthing curse words, and to take me home since i'd lost any ability to drive.
after running some errands [including picking up michael's negative drug test results] we rented "harold and kumar" and went back to my house. i guess it was a pretty funny movie, although i couldn't relate to any of the marijuana jokes like michael did. i just laughed at the cracks about asians being nerdy and lame and things like that.
saturday--
woke up bright and early, although not as early as i usually have to, for debate at colleyville heritage correctional facility, i mean, high school. but i woke up feeling like absolute shit, and took forever just to sit up. then i was temporarily bitter at having given away my white blood cells the day before as i fought to avert fever. well, no matter, i sucked it up in extemp anyway, and dropped with third in semis, although the competition must not have been that hot, because my speech was the sucks. but i spent quality time with the debate kids, as well as megan, chris, and mahmood, all of whom i missed dearly :) i didn't see marcos though, i hate you marcos, in case you're reading this.
sunday--
feeling like crap but i have to get up anyway. after mass things aren't so bad. see grant, god does listen to catholic prayers sometimes. anyway, michael and i head out to the galleria to go winter ball dress shopping. it was fun, i could tell michael was bored out of his mind, but he just doesn't understand fashion like i do. i found a fabulous dress at cache, and what's more, it was fabulously on extreme sale, although i don't think i've ever paid more than $100 for a dress, since i'm a cheapass. then i even found matchings shoes and a purse at payless. the best part is that the shoes and purse are pretty much the same color as my prom dress as well, so i can just use them again. wow, being cheap is so satisfying when you actually find things you're willing to buy.
now i just have to worry about little things like hair and flowers and... ::shudder:: make-up. i wish i were competent enough to know how to use make-up, but i never touch the stuff. to appease michael and as a result of my ignorance, i think i'm just going to wear lip gloss and crazy blue eyeliner. i can't go wrong with trying to stick a pencil in my eye. hopefully it will be dark enough so that people don't notice. make-up makes my face all shiny and oily anyway [or at least more so than usual], so i'll just pick the lesser of two evils.
monday--
ugh. i sound like a man, and i can't get out of bed. there goes soccer practice. but eventually i have to crawl out of bed for group iv. then i find that my car won't start and nobody's home, maybe it was because i left the light on all night the other night and drained the car battery, all i'm saying is that i'm not telling my parents anything. so kara has to come pick me up and we do the group iv thing for a while and finish... SUCKAAAS! then i come home, fall into delirious sleep. michael comes and visits for a few hours, nice boy.
anyway, i hope you guys are doing well, if i die, which i just might, i'm going to find the person who gave this to me and go medieval on their ass, but first, please don't forget that i want to be cremated. maybe like, out to sea on a viking ship, that would be cool too, but burnt nonetheless. it's more efficient and environmentally friendly.