Sick and Macbeth
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tabular_rasaI 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.
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.
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Date: 2004-10-07 04:53 am (UTC)Heehee . . . keep away from small children if you're a big guy in a kilt . . .
Hmm . . . just as long as you don't keep seeing him or have him show up at your cul-de-sac . . . that is kinda freaky . . . *envisions crazy possessed guy.* Should he be driving if he is possessed?