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I haven't looked at LiveJournal in a month. More than a month? Perhaps. I finally got back on when Miss April sent me a nudge. Hullo, Miss April! -waves-
This is my third time trying to write this. The first attempt was a day after I got the nudge from April. Second attempt was earlier today, but my computer died. This is the third, and third time's the charm, eh? Thank god LiveJournal has a restore draft feature. Oh, LiveJournal, you assist me so...
I will admit I'm very stressed and will read all of April's entries as soon as I'm done with this, and possibly comment each and every one because I loves her :3
I have been home 'sick' for the past two days. I cannot stand being in my house and longer and hearing "HOW ARE YOU FEELING?"
Please stop yelling at me. I'm home because I've had a MIGRAINE FOR OVER 24 HOURS!
Yes, it's true. I woke up at 5:30AM Tuesday morning bawling my eyes out because my head hurt so fucking bad. I stumbled (more like staggered) to the kitchen with the palm of my right hand almost IN my eye socket because it hurt SO BAD. I grabbed three Advil, took them, and tried to get back to my room as fast as possible, where I then turned off my alarm clock and collapsed on my bed with pillows over my head. It. Hurt. So. Bad.
My dad woke me up at seven and was like "WTH ITS SEVEN GET OUT OF BED I NEED TO SHOWER AND GET READY!" and I told him I had a migraine and to get in the bathroom which he then said "Did you have Advil?" and I said yes, so he told my mom no??? And she came in fifteen minutes and gave me moar. I accepted because it hurt. So bad. lol.
I maxed out my Advil at 2 by taking three more (1,800MG between 5:30AM and 2PM). I nearly died when Mikala texted me and said I needed to finish our math project (due today). I didn't get it until 8, at that time I drove to her house (nearly crashed my car not even five minutes away from my house because I was light headed). I made it to her house, ran to Rite Aid to get foam board and her a poster board, back to her house, to Mobil to get gas, then home to work on the project. WHICH I had to do all by myself because she left the stuff at school. I asked my mom to help me and thank god she did. While I did calculations and shitty stuff, she typed up my calculations, made the graphs, printed them, cut and pasted onto the board and made it pretty. I typed up all the writing and bleh. It fucking sucked.
Now I was still going at 1:30AM when we finished it, since I slept all day. I finally got to bed by 2, then woke up at 6:45 with another migraine D: Took Aleve and almost passed out trying to get it. It hurt.
So, anyway, that was my two days. It was erm so exciting. I got yelled at by Hammett this morning. "WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME?" First of all, I called him he didn't answer. He didn't HAVE to call me back! :P But he did.
Another problem bothering me. I'm going to the hockey games now (I go every winter) and my old really good friend Mike plays. We were really, really close and we had a lot of emotional connections that not many 'just friends' have. I'm feeling really guilty about what happened two years ago (the whole "I'll commit suicide" and him "If you do, I will too") and I'm having a lot of regrets. But now I feel I'm trying to replace Mike with Hammett. GO FUCKING FIGURE they're both short for guys (5'6ish), wicked skinny, brown hair, brown eyes, play hockey, and NAMED MIKE. I think the only difference is that Mike smokes week, plays drums, and skateboards while Hammett bitches everyone out, plays Nintendo DS, and does track.
I don't want to replace him, but I think that's what's happening and I don't want history to repeat itself. History is history for a reason ´·_·`
This is my third time trying to write this. The first attempt was a day after I got the nudge from April. Second attempt was earlier today, but my computer died. This is the third, and third time's the charm, eh? Thank god LiveJournal has a restore draft feature. Oh, LiveJournal, you assist me so...
I will admit I'm very stressed and will read all of April's entries as soon as I'm done with this, and possibly comment each and every one because I loves her :3
I have been home 'sick' for the past two days. I cannot stand being in my house and longer and hearing "HOW ARE YOU FEELING?"
Please stop yelling at me. I'm home because I've had a MIGRAINE FOR OVER 24 HOURS!
Yes, it's true. I woke up at 5:30AM Tuesday morning bawling my eyes out because my head hurt so fucking bad. I stumbled (more like staggered) to the kitchen with the palm of my right hand almost IN my eye socket because it hurt SO BAD. I grabbed three Advil, took them, and tried to get back to my room as fast as possible, where I then turned off my alarm clock and collapsed on my bed with pillows over my head. It. Hurt. So. Bad.
My dad woke me up at seven and was like "WTH ITS SEVEN GET OUT OF BED I NEED TO SHOWER AND GET READY!" and I told him I had a migraine and to get in the bathroom which he then said "Did you have Advil?" and I said yes, so he told my mom no??? And she came in fifteen minutes and gave me moar. I accepted because it hurt. So bad. lol.
I maxed out my Advil at 2 by taking three more (1,800MG between 5:30AM and 2PM). I nearly died when Mikala texted me and said I needed to finish our math project (due today). I didn't get it until 8, at that time I drove to her house (nearly crashed my car not even five minutes away from my house because I was light headed). I made it to her house, ran to Rite Aid to get foam board and her a poster board, back to her house, to Mobil to get gas, then home to work on the project. WHICH I had to do all by myself because she left the stuff at school. I asked my mom to help me and thank god she did. While I did calculations and shitty stuff, she typed up my calculations, made the graphs, printed them, cut and pasted onto the board and made it pretty. I typed up all the writing and bleh. It fucking sucked.
Now I was still going at 1:30AM when we finished it, since I slept all day. I finally got to bed by 2, then woke up at 6:45 with another migraine D: Took Aleve and almost passed out trying to get it. It hurt.
So, anyway, that was my two days. It was erm so exciting. I got yelled at by Hammett this morning. "WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME?" First of all, I called him he didn't answer. He didn't HAVE to call me back! :P But he did.
Another problem bothering me. I'm going to the hockey games now (I go every winter) and my old really good friend Mike plays. We were really, really close and we had a lot of emotional connections that not many 'just friends' have. I'm feeling really guilty about what happened two years ago (the whole "I'll commit suicide" and him "If you do, I will too") and I'm having a lot of regrets. But now I feel I'm trying to replace Mike with Hammett. GO FUCKING FIGURE they're both short for guys (5'6ish), wicked skinny, brown hair, brown eyes, play hockey, and NAMED MIKE. I think the only difference is that Mike smokes week, plays drums, and skateboards while Hammett bitches everyone out, plays Nintendo DS, and does track.
I don't want to replace him, but I think that's what's happening and I don't want history to repeat itself. History is history for a reason ´·_·`