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ugh... this week is sooo weird. I wake up at 1 AM on monday night, lean over the side of my bed, and puke all over the carpet... I threw up twice more that night and was afraid to sleep so I stayed up all night, and missed school on tuesday. I went today, and felt worse than I did on monday. School is getting stranger and stranger, I'm pretty sure everyone likes me to some extent now, there were a few, let's call the "haters" in the first few weeks, but now everyone is cool. And I have fun at school, I do, but I get this... empty feeling. I really do miss Poly like hell now and again. Heh... distance makes the heart grow fonder. But maybe I didn't hate it all that much in the first place... w/e. I'm talking to Danielle again... and it feels really good. I realized it really was me, I needed to get to know her better, because she's one of the deepest personalities I've ever met, and I can really relate to the stuff that's bugging her. I talked on the phone with her for half an hour today, and it made me feel amazing... well, except my horrible stomachache, but you know what I mean. Looking at the Pulp Fiction poster above my screen makes me think of something, remember the scene in Jack Rabbit Slim's, the resteraunt, with John Travolta and Uma Thurman, Uma says, "Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable? That's when you know you found somebody special. When you can just shit the fuck up for a minute, and comfortably share silence." We said maybe 15 words a minute at most, sometimes a story here and there, but we were quiet a lot... and it was fine. She's really become my closest friend out here. It might not cure my sickness, but it sure as hell makes me feel good..... Yeah, things are alright now. I'm alright now, and I mean totally alright... I'm finally completely ok. I made the right choice, I'm sure of that now.