yucky day
quiz thingy
Yesterday was nice. I basically hung out with my mom all day until she went to work. We watched 'What Dreams May Come.' Awesome movie. Very interesting. Then I had to sing at 5pm mass. I totally bombed this one song. They had alternate verses under the real verses and i didnt know they were alternate and i started singing them, they realized they were, so i just stopped singing all together because I totally lost my spot. Good times. The church was packed, too, since it was a palm sunday mass. oh well. I rocked otherwise. The organist said that she always wanted to play with me, lol. i'm cool...? Then after I got home I talked to Tommy who asked me to come over. Sara was there, too. So i go over, and he's taking a dump in the bathroom, so Sara tells me to hide and scare him. Otay!! I hid next to his bed on the floor by his hamper. It's all dark because they're watching Gothika and he FINALLY walks in (took FOR-EV-ER) and lays back down on the bed and starts talking to Sara. I'm sitting there staring right at him. He finally turns towards my area to look what time it was and he was like 'oh shit' lol. it was funny! because i was just sitting there looking at him. He was like 'That definitely looked like the grudge with that kid and the eyes and im not going to be able to sleep at that end anymore' lol. good times, good times. So after watching gothika i waited outside with sara for her mommyyyyyyyyy. i was gonnna sleep over, but my grandmom said that no one else could sing 8am mass so i didnt. Then she left, i went inside, fell asleep, Denny called so I woke back up, we got into yet another little argument, hung up, talked through texts, i finally gave up and went back to bad. I woke up around 5:15. I was weird, because I was having a dream where my stomach was hurting really bad and my mom was telling me that i was pregnant. and i woke up, and my stomach really was hurting like a mofo! I just layed there, thinking maybe it was just still there from the dream (you know how when you get stabbed in a dream, it still hurts after you wake up? or is that just me?). but it wasnt going away. so i went into the bathroom. ended up puking. nasty. then went back to bed. woke up with a MAJOR migrane and went downstairs. my mom made some fruit dip so i sat there with strawberries and dip. yum. my migrane made me so lightheaded. i could barely walk. so i just sat in that chair for the rest of the morning. then after my medicine kicked in a little, i went back upstairs and texted denny again, didnt really accomplish anything except finding out when he had off, and fell alseep again. i woke up a little bit ago. I like this whole 'hey i'm lazy let me be' thing I've got going on today. I dont feel sick anymore. no more headache. my allergies are crazy, though, since i didnt take anything this morning oh well.
and what is up with Mrs. Zimmerman reading my theme to all of mrs. darnell's 12th grade english classes??!?!!?! she didnt even ask!! i dont like when people read my writings, i get so nervous and worried about what people think. stupid old lady.
Yesterday was nice. I basically hung out with my mom all day until she went to work. We watched 'What Dreams May Come.' Awesome movie. Very interesting. Then I had to sing at 5pm mass. I totally bombed this one song. They had alternate verses under the real verses and i didnt know they were alternate and i started singing them, they realized they were, so i just stopped singing all together because I totally lost my spot. Good times. The church was packed, too, since it was a palm sunday mass. oh well. I rocked otherwise. The organist said that she always wanted to play with me, lol. i'm cool...? Then after I got home I talked to Tommy who asked me to come over. Sara was there, too. So i go over, and he's taking a dump in the bathroom, so Sara tells me to hide and scare him. Otay!! I hid next to his bed on the floor by his hamper. It's all dark because they're watching Gothika and he FINALLY walks in (took FOR-EV-ER) and lays back down on the bed and starts talking to Sara. I'm sitting there staring right at him. He finally turns towards my area to look what time it was and he was like 'oh shit' lol. it was funny! because i was just sitting there looking at him. He was like 'That definitely looked like the grudge with that kid and the eyes and im not going to be able to sleep at that end anymore' lol. good times, good times. So after watching gothika i waited outside with sara for her mommyyyyyyyyy. i was gonnna sleep over, but my grandmom said that no one else could sing 8am mass so i didnt. Then she left, i went inside, fell asleep, Denny called so I woke back up, we got into yet another little argument, hung up, talked through texts, i finally gave up and went back to bad. I woke up around 5:15. I was weird, because I was having a dream where my stomach was hurting really bad and my mom was telling me that i was pregnant. and i woke up, and my stomach really was hurting like a mofo! I just layed there, thinking maybe it was just still there from the dream (you know how when you get stabbed in a dream, it still hurts after you wake up? or is that just me?). but it wasnt going away. so i went into the bathroom. ended up puking. nasty. then went back to bed. woke up with a MAJOR migrane and went downstairs. my mom made some fruit dip so i sat there with strawberries and dip. yum. my migrane made me so lightheaded. i could barely walk. so i just sat in that chair for the rest of the morning. then after my medicine kicked in a little, i went back upstairs and texted denny again, didnt really accomplish anything except finding out when he had off, and fell alseep again. i woke up a little bit ago. I like this whole 'hey i'm lazy let me be' thing I've got going on today. I dont feel sick anymore. no more headache. my allergies are crazy, though, since i didnt take anything this morning oh well.
and what is up with Mrs. Zimmerman reading my theme to all of mrs. darnell's 12th grade english classes??!?!!?! she didnt even ask!! i dont like when people read my writings, i get so nervous and worried about what people think. stupid old lady.