Well, holy damn. I'm actaually updating!
Yeah. So, it occured to me as I was looking at my friends page, that I NEVER update this. I've made 1 entire enntry since I made the account. Way to suck.
Hmm.... I never know what to write about on here cuzz the only people on my friends list besides some random comms are people on my list at DJ. I feel like I'm jipping everyone by posting the same shit twice! LOL I am going to post the entry I made after I read that essay over here as well, though I will take out the part about where I got the colorbar from if needed. Last thing that's needed is some nutjob trying to stat shit through this thing as well.
I need to call my fuckin doctor tomorrow. Ugh. I hate calling people. But I need to find out the results of the piss test they made me take. I'll probably have to set up an appointment. I'm still having chest pain. It's not on the right side as much anymore either. I juist don't want people to think I'm a hypochondriac. My mom used to tell me I was all the time and I hated it. what's amusing though is that with the serious shit, I was always right about something being wrong. i always claim I'm dying when I get sick. It's just my thing. but when my gall bladder quit, she told me I was being a hypochondriac. She finally took me to the doctor when I got wheeled out of my high school in a wheel chair cuzz it hurt to even stand. Lo and behold, myfucking gal bladder had stopped working. It would expand, but not contract. If she had waited one more week to get me in, the doctor said I would have developed gangreen (sp) and died. Way to go Mom. or when I would have asthma attacks and she'd tell me to stop hyperventalating. lol now I'm paranoid, ya know? Gah. Damn parents.
So, Alex has launched into telling me he hates me whenever he's not happy about something. Shit, the other day he woke up from a nap and told me he hated me cuzz he was awake! O_o WTF do you do with THAT? Damn kid. I'm hoping to be able to get him out to the park for a picnic tomorrow. If it's nice out like it was today, it'll be great!
Ok, I guess that'll be it. Dinner just got here, I am off to eat and try to work. yay.
Hmm.... I never know what to write about on here cuzz the only people on my friends list besides some random comms are people on my list at DJ. I feel like I'm jipping everyone by posting the same shit twice! LOL I am going to post the entry I made after I read that essay over here as well, though I will take out the part about where I got the colorbar from if needed. Last thing that's needed is some nutjob trying to stat shit through this thing as well.
I need to call my fuckin doctor tomorrow. Ugh. I hate calling people. But I need to find out the results of the piss test they made me take. I'll probably have to set up an appointment. I'm still having chest pain. It's not on the right side as much anymore either. I juist don't want people to think I'm a hypochondriac. My mom used to tell me I was all the time and I hated it. what's amusing though is that with the serious shit, I was always right about something being wrong. i always claim I'm dying when I get sick. It's just my thing. but when my gall bladder quit, she told me I was being a hypochondriac. She finally took me to the doctor when I got wheeled out of my high school in a wheel chair cuzz it hurt to even stand. Lo and behold, myfucking gal bladder had stopped working. It would expand, but not contract. If she had waited one more week to get me in, the doctor said I would have developed gangreen (sp) and died. Way to go Mom. or when I would have asthma attacks and she'd tell me to stop hyperventalating. lol now I'm paranoid, ya know? Gah. Damn parents.
So, Alex has launched into telling me he hates me whenever he's not happy about something. Shit, the other day he woke up from a nap and told me he hated me cuzz he was awake! O_o WTF do you do with THAT? Damn kid. I'm hoping to be able to get him out to the park for a picnic tomorrow. If it's nice out like it was today, it'll be great!
Ok, I guess that'll be it. Dinner just got here, I am off to eat and try to work. yay.