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i got my g2 this morning.
this weekend is jane's 19th birthday weekend. i'm going up to her cottage on lake huron. i'll be catching a ride with sam and whoever is going from the arnold house. i guess it's a little strange that i keep calling it "the arnold house", since it's my house now. but whenever i'm there, i can't help but feel like a guest. it's bizzare.
i just had three frozen dinners and six (or was it nine?) pieces of toast. my stomach feels really gross, as if i just scooped out the margarine with a spoon and ate that, then ate six pieces of dry toast. i can just feel all the margarine coating my esophagus. it's unpleasent.
i ran into devon and who i assume is alex, at wal-mart. we chatted...
i'm not sure what's going on, but i don't feel like talking about anything anymore. my mom thinks i'm depressed, but she thinks everyone is either depressed or has reflux, or is depressed because they have reflux.
i think i have a bit of reflux..
it was a little amusing when she was diagnosing me. she asked if there were any things that i used to enjoy doing that i had lost interest in. i said that i used to like watching tv, but not anymore because there aren't any good daytime shows, and by the time the nighttime shows come on, i'm too tired or something.
i'm such a lazy loafer. as mr.storms would say.
but anyway. i'm going to go
over here, now.
p.s. i saw conan o'brien on martha stewart living today. it was funnier than his show sometimes is. they burnt merange with mini flame throwers, and he was wearing a welding helmet.
this weekend is jane's 19th birthday weekend. i'm going up to her cottage on lake huron. i'll be catching a ride with sam and whoever is going from the arnold house. i guess it's a little strange that i keep calling it "the arnold house", since it's my house now. but whenever i'm there, i can't help but feel like a guest. it's bizzare.
i just had three frozen dinners and six (or was it nine?) pieces of toast. my stomach feels really gross, as if i just scooped out the margarine with a spoon and ate that, then ate six pieces of dry toast. i can just feel all the margarine coating my esophagus. it's unpleasent.
i ran into devon and who i assume is alex, at wal-mart. we chatted...
i'm not sure what's going on, but i don't feel like talking about anything anymore. my mom thinks i'm depressed, but she thinks everyone is either depressed or has reflux, or is depressed because they have reflux.
i think i have a bit of reflux..
it was a little amusing when she was diagnosing me. she asked if there were any things that i used to enjoy doing that i had lost interest in. i said that i used to like watching tv, but not anymore because there aren't any good daytime shows, and by the time the nighttime shows come on, i'm too tired or something.
i'm such a lazy loafer. as mr.storms would say.
but anyway. i'm going to go
over here, now.
p.s. i saw conan o'brien on martha stewart living today. it was funnier than his show sometimes is. they burnt merange with mini flame throwers, and he was wearing a welding helmet.