I'm drugged up on Nyquil and on my second pill in my z-pack. I am watcching Mean girls.

Ok, well I think I need to not lead anymore people on. I don't need to have someone to be someone.(good God, now I'm a drama queen) I love Monica and I love Mary Clair and I love Amy. I also love nyquil. I hate how my throat hurts. Overall, despite chem and algebra snowballing, I feel good about life. I am tired. I am looking forward to sunday with ( Read more... )

My throat hurts SOO much, you people have no idea how swollen and disgusting it is. Every swallow is an effort. I get to go to the doctor at 2:15, he better give me some good drugs. My head is pounding, and my ears kinda hurt. I wonder whats wrong with me. Anyway, boohoo, I'm gonna lay on the couch and feel bad for myself.

I was naughty tonight. My throat hurts still. No school for me tomorrow. Dr. tomorrow. Partyin tomorrow.

WHY am I still sick?! I don't have time for this bullshit. As if I'm not fucked hard enough already. OK, so Iv'e about accepted the fact that I will be taking some summer school... and it looks like its gonna be second semester algebra II. Hell. Maybe not, maybe I'll be able to skid my way by. Or maybe I can attempt that mysterious credit by ( Read more... )

Ok, well I have a live journal now... I want to add the photobucket that Monica has so I'll get her to help me there. Went with Monica to see Bright Eyes on Monday night. That was fun as hell, and then we stayed home together yesterday, now for some reason the powers that be have decided to curse me with illness and so I stayed home for that today ( Read more... )