I deleted this thing, but I'm a pussy, so it's back.

I'm sick... again. Apparently sleep and immune systems are pretty dependant on one another. Shit.

Oh, I'll be able to check my mail, so feel free to send me some good old electronic mail:

transatlantacist@aol.com

Tomorrow I embark on my journey to England for a 3 week summer session at Canbridge. Peace out.

Remember Foothill kids:

Being emo is the new cool.

Throwing up, not fun.

Especially out the nose...

Alone.

You can now all refer to me as Charlie the Heartless

I'm home after a day and a half at the hospital. The doctors still don't know what's wrong with me, even after a CAT scan, a spinal tap (which was by far the worst feeling of my life), two blood tests, and a crapload of other stuff. I have an on/off fever, a soar throat with a swollen uvula (?) - the thing hanging in the back of your throat that ( Read more... )

I have a fever, and I think my head is about to explode. I also have the first part of a major final tomorrow, which makes this whole scenario even more enjoyable. Hoorah.

i need a fucking sedative.