Sick and Macbeth

I feel sick. My throat hurts, and I'm tired and hot and dry. I can't tell if my throat is sore from screaming a lot yesterday (bloodcurdling screams until I got it right), or just because I'm sick. There are not enough cough drops in the world. I need one now, and they're aren't ever any.

I was just randomly IMed by some 24-year-old dude. I told him I was working on something for school because I am totally too sick to bother thinking about being social, or dealing with it if it turns sour, which it very, very well might with a 24-year-old guy (*remembers sick 20-something-year-old guy who PRETENDED to be interested in WII and wanting to talk with me about it until he suddenly started asking me if I looked good in a bikini and all this nastiness and I blocked him*). Plus it was true; I've been finding random pictures to piece together for Huang and my flow chart tomorrow . . . though this sucks, because I just realized my printer doesn't work.

I was once IMed by a girl who asked for help on her Romeo and Juliet questions for school, because I said I loved it in my profile, and once by a girl who wanted to roleplay Harry Potter, but I was in the middle of getting off. Once I was invited to a random chat, too . . . I think I logged off because it shocked me so badly. Lol . . . I have no sense of adventure.

I have fall play practice in about a half an hour . . . at like 3:30 but I'll have to leave early.

I feel so darn sick.

I don't want to do Economics (what else is new?) and I don't know what is going on with this English project . . . if we can't print . . .

I bet I am worthless at writing, today, too.

I wish SIMs still worked on my downstairs computer that died. Well, I'm sure it still works; it just doesn't show up on the monitor, because the monitor just doesn't work anymore.

Amanda was a laugh a minute today at lunch. I complain, but wow . . . she really can't be happy, can she? It's kind of sad. I get mad, but often not about lunch tables. Personally, I'd RATHER sit all combined with Liz and Robert and Alice, even if it is a little crowded. I like having more people to talk to.

I probably could have talked about something funny today but I have no energy. I want to go to sleep. I want to go to sleep in Florida, where it is warm and moist.

Okay, not Florida. Perhaps Guam. Someplace not indundated by hurricanes. It's too dry and cold here.

Sick and Macbeth

I feel sick. My throat hurts, and I'm tired and hot and dry. I can't tell if my throat is sore from screaming a lot yesterday (bloodcurdling screams until I got it right), or just because I'm sick. There are not enough cough drops in the world. I need one now, and they're aren't ever any.

I was just randomly IMed by some 24-year-old dude. I told him I was working on something for school because I am totally too sick to bother thinking about being social, or dealing with it if it turns sour, which it very, very well might with a 24-year-old guy (*remembers sick 20-something-year-old guy who PRETENDED to be interested in WII and wanting to talk with me about it until he suddenly started asking me if I looked good in a bikini and all this nastiness and I blocked him*). Plus it was true; I've been finding random pictures to piece together for Huang and my flow chart tomorrow . . . though this sucks, because I just realized my printer doesn't work.

I was once IMed by a girl who asked for help on her Romeo and Juliet questions for school, because I said I loved it in my profile, and once by a girl who wanted to roleplay Harry Potter, but I was in the middle of getting off. Once I was invited to a random chat, too . . . I think I logged off because it shocked me so badly. Lol . . . I have no sense of adventure.

I have fall play practice in about a half an hour . . . at like 3:30 but I'll have to leave early.

I feel so darn sick.

I don't want to do Economics (what else is new?) and I don't know what is going on with this English project . . . if we can't print . . .

I bet I am worthless at writing, today, too.

I wish SIMs still worked on my downstairs computer that died. Well, I'm sure it still works; it just doesn't show up on the monitor, because the monitor just doesn't work anymore.

Amanda was a laugh a minute today at lunch. I complain, but wow . . . she really can't be happy, can she? It's kind of sad. I get mad, but often not about lunch tables. Personally, I'd RATHER sit all combined with Liz and Robert and Alice, even if it is a little crowded. I like having more people to talk to.

I probably could have talked about something funny today but I have no energy. I want to go to sleep. I want to go to sleep in Florida, where it is warm and moist.

Okay, not Florida. Perhaps Guam. Someplace not indundated by hurricanes. It's too dry and cold here.