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Home sick. Oh-so-very sickly. It's not so much fun, but I'll get over it. It was amazing, because when I went to bed two nights ago, I was fine. I woke up at 4:30 the next morning with a raging sore throat and a twenty minute incoherent debate with myself as to whether it was really 4:30 or 6:30. BSed my way through school that day, only to come home and try to be social and talk to people. Slept from 5:15 to 7:30, woke up, got Subway, came home, went back to sleep. Woke up again at 10:30, to find Madre at home from her volleyball game. Had a little chat with her that I can't remember today, something about my day and how much I suck at badminton, I'm sure, and then right back to sleep. Woke up this morning at 6:30 after the most vivid dream I've ever had, and choked down some breakfast. Went to school, but only after I was assured that it wouldn't be a crime if I came home after lunch, sucked more at badminton, took a test on it, went to choir, tore the left knee of my Lucky jeans from seam to seam, then sang some. Fun, fun, fun. There was, however, a light at the end of the head-blocked tunnel. Nick, Rosalie, Chris and I all went out to lunch today. First time off campus. Woot. Good times were established. Rosalie, Chris, Nick, I'm sorry you guys were late to class. But it was fun, so I'm not that sorry. Smile.
And now, I am home and in my pajamas, getting ready to go to sleep because I've already had to go through and check this for typos twice now. Have a great day, and I swear I'll actually try to be around tonight.
"Because my m's are b's and my l's practically don't exist...and that's just a crime..."
And now, I am home and in my pajamas, getting ready to go to sleep because I've already had to go through and check this for typos twice now. Have a great day, and I swear I'll actually try to be around tonight.
"Because my m's are b's and my l's practically don't exist...and that's just a crime..."