fevers and surrealness
the past week or so has been more of the same old, same old, or at least it feels like that because i spent five or so days of it being sick with a weird fever-chills-headache-stomachache-leg-ache combination. but it was the good kind of sick, where you at least can appreciate being able to be lazy. i watched "amelie" (weird, but cool, and nino's cute!), "the holiday" (your basic chick flick in a good way), "you can count on me" (don't bother), "my best friend's wedding (love that movie), and way too much "that 70s show" and "home improvement". i wish my home was like the one in "home improvement", and i don't mean the house.
i don't even know what to say about the virginia tech shooting, except that i honestly thought after columbine that nothing like that would ever happen again, and i'm really upset that i was wrong, and i know this is really little, but it annoys me when news shows report the amount of people who have died and don't count the gunman.
it feels weird to move on to a happy topic after that, but i really am excited about being in the last quarter of high school, ever. i remember finishing tenth grade and being like, "well, now it's just like doing all that over again", same as what i say after two laps of running the mile and having two to go.
anyway, i'll stop this entry while it still has half a point to it and before it fully evolves into an excuse not to write this health essay about why having sex now would basically ruin my life. we have the strangest assignments in that class.
p.s. if you haven't heard of it before, think about using goodsearch.com; it's powered by yahoo so you get just as many results, but every time you use it, they pay a little money to whichever charity you pick. and it's free for you! yay for benevolent sponsors!
i don't even know what to say about the virginia tech shooting, except that i honestly thought after columbine that nothing like that would ever happen again, and i'm really upset that i was wrong, and i know this is really little, but it annoys me when news shows report the amount of people who have died and don't count the gunman.
it feels weird to move on to a happy topic after that, but i really am excited about being in the last quarter of high school, ever. i remember finishing tenth grade and being like, "well, now it's just like doing all that over again", same as what i say after two laps of running the mile and having two to go.
anyway, i'll stop this entry while it still has half a point to it and before it fully evolves into an excuse not to write this health essay about why having sex now would basically ruin my life. we have the strangest assignments in that class.
p.s. if you haven't heard of it before, think about using goodsearch.com; it's powered by yahoo so you get just as many results, but every time you use it, they pay a little money to whichever charity you pick. and it's free for you! yay for benevolent sponsors!